Bond

[cuppa_q]

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Q twisted away, not shy about fighting back hard. He always got the impression Bond liked it best when it was a real challenge.

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Bond yelped in shock and grabbed him, rolling him over with one hard push.

A hard hand cracked against his ass.

"Behave," he scolded sharply.

His hand stung from the slap and he massaged the sting away by groping Q roughly.

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Q swore softly, hissing in pain.

"Hardly a measured response," he muttered.

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"Would you prefer something proportional?" Bond taunted, then bent low and bit his ass. A large bite, slow and hard.

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Q let out a genuinely pained sound, trying to pull away.

"Don't be cruel," he said softly. "Strict is fine, rough can be good, but no one likes cruel, Bond."

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Bond was rather fond of cruel. Since he'd stopped taking his darkest aggressions out on the nymph, his attention had turned on Q.

He did love the younger man and knew the difference between hurting him and hurting him.

He smoothed a hand down the back of his thigh and pressed a kiss to his tail bone.

"Don't bite me," he replied quietly.

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"Alright," Q agreed softly, relaxing just a bit.

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Bond nipped him, soft and light, then sucked a kiss where he'd done. it.

"Unless you do it nicely," he said.

He knew he'd never convince Q to keep his claws in. That was folly.

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"Is nice what you want from me, Bond?" Q asked.

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Bond kissed his way up Q's back all the way to the caller.

"No," he murmured. "I wouldn't know what to do with you if you were nice. But don't be...feral."

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"Fine," Q huffed, wriggling a little under the attention.

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"You remind me of a cat, Q," he said, kissing lines across the man's back slowly.

"Your affection is well worth your teeth and claws."

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"Just so long as you don't start asking me to hunt rats for you, that's a fair comparison," Q said, melting a bit beneath the affection.

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Bond pushed him flat on his belly and straddled him, grinding his cock against his ass.

"No rats," he promised, breathing heat against the back of his neck.

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Letting out a soft whine of pure want, Q lifted his hips slightly to meet him.

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Bond taunted him, dragging the heavy length of his cock along the crack of Q's ass...but giving him nothing more.

"How long do I need to pet you before I can turn you over safely, kitten?" Bond smirked, looking down at Q's dark mop of hair.

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"It'll be a long bloody time if you keep calling me kitten," Q replied, still a bit desperate and starting to rut against the bed.

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"There are worse things to be called," Bond smiled, pressing another kiss to the back of his neck beofre moving to roll Q over.

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For once Q didn't resist, moving with Bond and settling on his back so he could look at the other man properly.

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Bond looked down at him, hands locked beneath his chin. He knew better than to think Q was vulnerable, even now.

"You are a work of art," he said appreciatively.

He settled between Q's legs, taking care with the one bound to the bedpost. Strong hands mapped his thighs.

"I've always thought so. You fit right in at the gallery."

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Q blushed slightly, though he tried to play it off like it didn't have such a huge effect on him.

"You said I had spots," he reminded him.

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"You called me old," he countered.

He gripped Q's cock and began to stroke him.

"I'll never forget the look on your face. Such a clever boy."

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Moaning, Q lifted his hips slightly, letting out a little groan of pure want.

"I am clever," he agreed. "...And you are old," he added, looking pleased with himself for getting a little dig in.

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Bond squeezed his cock.

"You like it," he accused.

Then he let go so he could stretch out, half atop Q. He let one hand roam freely, exploring everywhere he could reach. He studied Q's face, noting the way his hair fell forward and the weariness in his eyes. Collared and forced into submission, Bond could tell he'd never tame him. As much as he'd like a pet, as much as he'd love a princess decorating his rooms day and night, Q had far too much fire for that. A holiday was due, but Bond knew he'd never actually keep this feral child confined.

Affection swelled in him,

"I love you, Q," he said plainly. "I'll do anything to make you happy. You know this, yes?"

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"I know," Q assured him softly. "I love you too, James."

The boffin seemed to hesitate a little, then offered his hands.

"I know you're excited for your toys, but- Untie me? I want to touch you. If I'm to be restrained I want it to be your arms, your hands- Not leather and locks."

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Bond watched him a moment, considered, then reached out to undo the whole works. One wrist, then the other, then he stripped him of the collar, too.

A casual toss and it spilled on the floor.

"My hands, hmm?" he said, smoothing both palms down Q's chest.