cuppa_q | James - Winter GP

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Q attempted to be casual as he looked James over, but he couldn't really hide the way his gaze lingered.

"I'll feed the cats while you sort yourself a drink then," the boffin offered, wetting his lips with a thoughtful flick of his tongue and carrying one of the balls of fur off to the kitchen.

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"Now that's better," he grinned. "Fifty quid if you escape. Should I set a time limit?" he asked.

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"If you like," Q replied. "Five minutes?" he suggested.

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"Five minutes? Who has that kind of time?" he asked, then with a pull and a stretch he was free of his bonds. "One minute."

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Q looked startled, then mildly annoyed.

"You could at least have pretended it was hard. Those were my best knots."

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"It was harder at the start when you weren't watching me," Bond admitted.

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Q continued to sulk, then rutted lightly against Bond again

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Bond wrapped his arms around him, then let his hands slide down to the curve of Q's ass.

"We don't have to do the bet right now, do we? I like you right here."

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"I suppose I could stay- If you forfeit," the boffin grinned.

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"Q, you are a terrible person," he said dryly. Forfeit. Preposterous.

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"Really? You know, your pillow talk leaves much to be desired tonight," the boffin replied.

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"Maybe I'll gag you when I tie you up, then. Then I can say anything I like and you can't go on about it," he replied.

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"Rude," Q tutted, rutting against him àgain and turning up the toy a little in an effort to dissarm the agent just a bit.

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The delicious, pleasurable sensation he'd grown accustomed to was suddenly far too much to ignore. It hit just right when he arched. It had him feeling as if he were on the edge of coming undone...but there was no release.

Bound or not, for the moment he was helpless.

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"Look at that, a weakness," Q tutted. "Might have to note that in your file."

He let it run a beat longer, then slowly turned it back down.

"Sorry, terribly rude of me to cut you off like that. What were you talking about?"

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"THe merits of my pillow talk," Bond replied with a bit of a scowl.

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"Or, rather, the lack of?" Q suggested with a teasing smirk.

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Bond was panting and squirming too much to be glib. Instead, he reached for Q and held on as pleasure washed over him.

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Q seemed startled, and simply watched, frowning slightly to himself in disappointment. None of that had gone quite as planned, and he watched the double-o for a long moment before drawing away. The boffin was never much for bedroom talk to start with, but he really wasn't sure what to say after that, and so he said nothing about it.

Assuming they were finished for now, he rose to his feet.

"Well, that was interesting. I think I'll go get some work done in the office," he added, not meaning to come off as cold. There were certain things Q just wasn't good at, and navigating his feelings in the bedroom was one of them. Sex he could do, but the strained emotional bits were just sort of foreign to him a lot of the time.

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Bond had to fight for clarity, his own body rebeling against him. He reached out and snatched Q by the wrist.

"You're not going anyplace," he growled softly, jerking Q back onto the bed with him.

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Q yelped, then scowled as James hauled him back onto the bed.

"I was under the impression you were finished."

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"I haven't even begun," Bond promised. "There's still fifty quid on the line."

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"You know, Harry wont approve if he comes home to this," the boffin pointed out, holding Jame's gaze and then abruptly attempting to free himself from the double-o's grip with a sharp twist and pull.