Harry

[cuppa_q]

Q had been spending most of his time in the computer lab since it had opened up, really only taking breaks for tea and to feed the cats. As frustrating as the network here was, it felt good to have something to try and take apart, and last night... Well, last night he might have fallen asleep in the lab.

He took a shower at the dome and took the time to find clean clothes, but he still looked a tad rumpled and tired as he finally wandered into the cottage. Beta greeted him promptly, and he nearly tripped over the fluffy beast before stumbling instead right into-

"Oh, good morning Harry," he greeted, smiling warmly and steadying himself. "Apologies, I'm at least one cup of tea shy of being human."

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[cuppa_q]

"Mmm, well if I'm to benefit, feel free to indulge all you like," Q murmured, content to be petted and kissed. The boffin was a bit spoiled that way really.

"You're wearing far too many clothes," he complained.

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Harry put his hands on either side of Q's waist, and easily lifted him, turning them so that he laid Q back on the bed, and then Harry straddled his waist as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side.

[cuppa_q]

Q laughed as he settled in on his back, smiling up at the other man and letting his hands roam over Harry's chest.

[lepidopterologist]

This was actually the first time they'd done this, just... the two of them. It felt special. Harry wanted it to be special.

He caught one of Q's hands and brought it to his lips, kissing his fingers. "I'm so lucky," he said softly.

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"Nearly as lucky as me," Q smiled, eyes fluttering shut at the gentle kiss.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry dropped Q's hand and then dragged his fingers lightly across Q's chest, down lower, just barely brushing against his cock.

[cuppa_q]

The boffin let out a quiet little gasp, hips lifting slightly. Q wasn't bashful about being wanton, wasn't quiet when it came to desire. As buttoned up as he could be a lot of the time, in the bedroom he rarely held back, even when he was feeling shy or uncertain.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry found that he wanted to talk more, he wanted to get to know Q more, to really explore the intimacy that they were creating. But the desire he felt was a distraction, and maybe he needed this kind of intimacy first.

He knew from being with Q and Bond both that Q enjoyed being submissive. This was something that Harry felt comfortable exploring, perhaps, but not now. Except to the extent that he thought Q would prefer that he take the lead, so he did.

Harry began a regimen of slow and gentle teasing, with his mouth, with his hands. He was touching Q all over, soft caresses, punctuated by an occasional squeeze or scrape of teeth or nails. He moved off of him to lay beside him so that he could access his entire body better, his mouth and hands moving from throat to cock to thighs, but never in one place for very long.

[cuppa_q]

When Harry settled beside him, Q rolled slightly to face him, returning the exploring touches as he allowed himself to acquaint himself with Harry's body. There was no denying Harry was handsome, but Q found that wasn't what he liked most about the man. With Harry it was the care that impressed Q. Harry was thoughtful, tended to dwell on things before saying them, and even his touch seemed careful and thought out.

[lepidopterologist]

Q's hands on him were another welcome distraction, though Harry also wondered if Q would enjoy being tied up for this kind of exploration. Not something Harry had much experience with, but he was finding his relationship with Q and James to be... inspiring, with respect to being open to try new things.

He stopped and pulled away only so that he could climb off the bed briefly and pull down the lounge pants he was wearing, revealing just how aroused he already was. Naked, he climbed back onto the bed with Q.

Part of him hoped that Bond wouldn't come home anytime soon, that they wouldn't be interrupted. It wasn't that it was objectionable to have him join them - to the contrary, it would probably be very good - but Harry really felt like he needed this kind of intimacy with Q.

[cuppa_q]

Wetting his lips with a lazy flick of his tongue, Q watched Harry relieve himself of the last of his clothes before inching closer again.

"Alone, here, with me- What do you want most?" Q asked softly.

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Harry dragged a hand down Q's arm. "Beyond just being... alone... here... with you..." He spoke quietly, words drawn out and purposeful. "I just want to be as close to you as possible. Inside you, if you want that."

[cuppa_q]

Q was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"I want that," he assured Harry quietly. "I want that very much."

[lepidopterologist]

Harry smiled at him, looking almost shy, and kissed him again.

He knew there was a bottle of whatever they'd been using for lube in the bedside table... he reached out blindly to try to grope for it while not wanting to stop kissing him.

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Q moved with him, but eventually pulled away and sprawled out on his back.

"I've been thinking about this," he confessed. "About you."

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"You have?" Harry said, returning to him, the bottle in hand. "And is this what you wanted? What you thought about?"

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Nodding, Q stretched out slightly, open and inviting the other man near.

"It is," he assured Harry.

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Harry settled over him, and slid a hand between his legs, first lightly stroking Q's cock.

"So have I," he said quietly. "I've thought about you... so much. Since long before I thought it could ever happen."

[cuppa_q]

"How scandalous, Mr. Hart," Q teased with a gasp.

[lepidopterologist]

"Trust me, I felt appropriately badly about it," Harry said, as he nudged Q's legs apart, and then, very carefully, slid one finger inside him. "Like... a dirty old man."

[cuppa_q]

Groaning, Q gave himself a beat to adjust before speaking again. "A bit of filth is good for the heart," he murmured, toes curling and eyes fluttering shut again.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry relaxed a little when Q reacted like that, though as he carefully slid in another slick finger, he said quietly, "In the interest of transparency, you should know I haven't done this in longer than I care to admit." How long had it been since he'd been inside another man? It was a while.

He wanted Q to know this in part because it really was special. Harry wasn't Bond. And also... Harry wasn't Bond, he might be older but he was less experienced. He just wanted this to be good.

[cuppa_q]

"I understand," Q assured him, breath catching slightly. He understood that made this important, that it meant Harry was nervous- But it also meant Harry was likely hungry for it.

[lepidopterologist]

And he was, he really was. He also found himself wishing he'd been less distracted when all three of them had been together, that he'd been paying more attention to Q's reactions when James fucked him, what he liked...

No, no, he was definitely overthinking this.

He leaned down and kissed him while he continued to stretch him with his fingers.

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Q whined softly into the kiss, hips lifting and rolling as he groaned.

"Please," he panted against the other man's lips.