Sep 15, 2015 21:01
fandom: teen wolf,
huzzah,
fandom: blood ties,
fandom: dcu,
fandom: mcu,
fandom: person of interest,
fandom: 00q,
fandom: merlin,
all the fests all of the time,
fandom: x-men,
fandom: jericho,
fandom: the man from u.n.c.l.e,
lip service commentfest
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“You like that?” Q asked, his breath a seductive whisper of heat that warmed Bond’s fingers.
Mesmerized, Bond could only nod.
Q leaned forward and took Bond’s thumb between his smooth lips. He sucked.
A small gasp escaped Bond, who was surprised that he could be so easily undone by his nerdy Quartermaster. What would they think at M16? He had a reputation to uphold-one that didn’t involve his distinctly male co-workers.
Q shifted closer and before Bond could ask what he was doing, Q’s lips were on his. The heat from his mouth warmed Bond to his core, taking away the chill of the hut. Bond’s arms instinctively wrapped around Q’s back, pulling him on top of him, the wool blanket sandwiched between them.
Q’s lips were like velvet and Bond found himself kissing enthusiastically to feel the heat of Q’s mouth on his. His hands roamed over Q’s parka, so ridiculously oversized that Q swam in it. It could probably swath both of them in its warmth, a thought Bond reserved for later.
Q straddled Bond’s hips, his erection unmistakable, even with all the layers of clothing. He grinded against Bond, his cock as hard as his own.
Bond reached up and fumbled with the zipper to the parka while Q grinded away, tossing his head back helpfully so Bond could find the zipper-pull. After managing to unzip Q, Bond stuffed his hands beneath the puffy down so he could feel the warmth of Q’s flanks. He pulled Q onto him and surrendered to the pleasure of Q’s delicious kisses in the cold. He enjoyed feeling the weight of Q pressing down on him-the solid heft was so much more substantial that Bond would have guessed by simply looking at Q’s scrawny frame as his fingers danced over a keyboard in Q Branch-and far more satisfying than his usual bedmates.
Without a word, Q slid down Bond’s body, pausing only for a moment to shed his parka. With calm hands, he dug through the layers of blankets and clothing to make quick work of Bond’s trousers, tugging them over his arse to expose Bond’s best parts.
The rush of cold air that swept over Bond’s skin did little to quell his desire. When Q found Bond’s cock and wrapped a warm hand around it, Bond moaned with anticipation. He reached low to spear rough fingers through Q’s unruly hair, urging him on.
With one hand, Q cupped Bond’s balls, murmuring approval of how heavy and firm they felt in his palm.
Bond could feel Q’s smile against his skin. He raised his head to watch, although the hut was dark. A second later, Bond’s cock was engulfed in the wet heat of Q’s mouth. His head fell to the mattress. Usually Bond took the lead in matters of the bedroom, but this was different. Q wasn’t trying to kill him and he lacked the curves that his usual partners had. But whatever qualities he lacked, Q made up for with finesse.
As Q pulled embarrassing little sounds from him, Bond couldn’t be arsed to care. He gave a grunt as a warning before spilling into Q’s mouth. As he fought to catch his breath, Bond was delighted to learn that his Quartermaster was so talented at sucking him off. The little minx! How could Bond ever look at Q in the same way when they got back to Vauxhall Cross?
Like a fangirl who found a new ship… he was totally fucked.
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Last line killed me as intended :DDD That's fucking awesome :D Thank you so much for filling this! <333
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Blame me all you want but I'm not going to feel the slightest bit guilty if the result is fic like this. I've only just seen this or I would have commented sooner. I LOVE IT!! I could just see this happening and I love Bond's reaction to Q's actions. Who wouldn't have the same reaction? And 'oral fixation'? Brilliant. Plus, all the love for the last line ;)
Welcome to the dark side bb! <333
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Dammit, I need an 00Q icon...... hellooooooooooo dark side!
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