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]

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.

[lepidopterologist]

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.

[cuppa_q]

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

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

[lepidopterologist]

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

[cuppa_q]

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

"It is," he assured Harry.

[lepidopterologist]

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.

[cuppa_q]

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

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

[lepidopterologist]

Harry certainly didn't need to hear Q beg, but he couldn't deny the little thrill it gave him, even just that simple word.

He hoped that he was well enough prepared. Harry carefully removed his fingers, and then kissed Q again. Then he pulled away and looked at him, as he spread Q's legs with one hand and positioned himself between them. "Just like this," he said softly. "So I can see you."

[cuppa_q]

Q nodded, hooking one leg around Harry and holding the other man's gaze.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry took a little breath before positioning himself and then beginning to slowly push inside Q.

His eyes widened a little as he looked down at him; it just felt so good.

[cuppa_q]

Q held his gaze, mewling softly and crying out as Harry slipped inside him, filling him and stretching him.

"Oh- Oh, fuck," he gasped.

[lepidopterologist]

"Yes..." Harry breathed in response. When he was buried entirely inside him he paused, leaned down and kissed him. Then he pulled away and just looked at him for a few seconds before very slowly beginning to thrust.

[cuppa_q]

Q's hands found Harry's shoulders, gripping tight before slowly moving lower, exploring the man's chest. Lips parted in pleasure, he tried to keep his eyes on Harry, though he couldn't stop them from fluttering shut everytime the other man hit just the right spot.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry watched him the whole time, loving the way his mouth moved, the way his eyes closed, his fingers moved. The smallest reactions were just... beautiful.

"I wanted to make you feel good..." he said softly, as he pushed deeper inside him.

Harry never thought he could be so unselfconscious, so lost in the moment, as Q was during sex. Harry didn't make much noise, didn't seem to come unraveled like some people did. The restrained Brit. Still... the bit that he did let himself go, it was all that much more striking.

[cuppa_q]

"It does. You are," Q assured him, struggling to form any sort of proper sentence as his breath caught and mind went blissfully blank. Part of the value of sex, for Q, was how it slowed everything down. Q was always thinking about something, always quietly working in his own mind- In bed he couldn't do that. The moment pleasure entered the equation everything else seemed to just shut down.

It was blissful in a way he couldn't properly communicate.

His leg tightened around Harry, and he lifted his hips slightly, changing the angle just a bit. The boffin was remarkably agile and moved with a kind of grace that he didn't necessarily carry outside of the bedroom.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry let out a soft gasp when the angled changed, and he began to thrust a little harder; it felt so good.

The position he was in was really stable, so there wasn't much problem with him using one hand to slide between their bodies and brush his fingers lightly over Fin's cock as he moved inside him.

[cuppa_q]

Whimpering, Q covered Harry's hand with his own, thrusting into it and moaning. Harry felt so hard and hot, so perfect. It was better than the boffin could have hoped.