[ Bond snorts, tossing him a look that reads fair enough before he's following his gaze to the nightstand, leaning over with a half strained grunt to rifle around, retrieving a condom and a tiny plastic tube. Suddenly and finally struck with the incentive to take his time, to drag some enticing little sounds from that startlingly well shaped mouth below, he shifts himself down to settle between Q's thighs, partly relieved to know he's done this before. Not that he entire doubts the younger man's experience but— he does.
Well practiced hands remove the cap and slick up two fingers, setting it aside as he leans down to mouth a few lazy, open kisses to Q's lower stomach, feeling the muscles pull and stretch beneath his mouth.
With care, one hand makes it's way downwards, pressing one slow finger in a knuckle at a time, sharp blue eyes raised to watch the reaction he receives. ] You look good like this. I could get used to it. [ Far too much arousal induced honesty, Bond drags the blunt of his teeth dully over the high arch of one hip bone, a second finger joining the first, slow and steady. ]
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Well practiced hands remove the cap and slick up two fingers, setting it aside as he leans down to mouth a few lazy, open kisses to Q's lower stomach, feeling the muscles pull and stretch beneath his mouth.
With care, one hand makes it's way downwards, pressing one slow finger in a knuckle at a time, sharp blue eyes raised to watch the reaction he receives. ] You look good like this. I could get used to it. [ Far too much arousal induced honesty, Bond drags the blunt of his teeth dully over the high arch of one hip bone, a second finger joining the first, slow and steady. ]