[ it's everything he wants to hear and then some, Q's easy admittance gasped out between shallow, ragged breaths, slim body rocking against the rumpled sheets, and Bond shifts back down again to hover over him. The hands at his back, his arms, the nape of his neck never cease moving as his mind risks short circuiting over the idea of Q perched in his lap like a throne, all reckless want and abandon. ]
There's no time like the present, as they say. [ One arm secure around the small of his back, Bond seamlessly rolls them over, keeping Q balanced on his thighs and still snug up inside him as he pushes himself backwards to lean against the backboard, unable to restrain the gasp that accompanies a new angle. His palms rove across a lean back, pale and freckled and one day more exploded ( maybe today, maybe when they've both recovered from round one ) and a hand drifts down to curve against the modest slope of his ass, pressing him in closer, his cock trapped snug between their stomachs. ]
Come on then, Q. [ Eyes full of a subdued but genuine mirth, he jerks his hips up hard, encouraging as he loops a lazy hand back around his cock, pulling slowly. ] I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock.
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There's no time like the present, as they say. [ One arm secure around the small of his back, Bond seamlessly rolls them over, keeping Q balanced on his thighs and still snug up inside him as he pushes himself backwards to lean against the backboard, unable to restrain the gasp that accompanies a new angle. His palms rove across a lean back, pale and freckled and one day more exploded ( maybe today, maybe when they've both recovered from round one ) and a hand drifts down to curve against the modest slope of his ass, pressing him in closer, his cock trapped snug between their stomachs. ]
Come on then, Q. [ Eyes full of a subdued but genuine mirth, he jerks his hips up hard, encouraging as he loops a lazy hand back around his cock, pulling slowly. ] I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock.