Bond came closer, dragging the leather against Q's bare belly.
"I don't want to hurt you. I do want to mark you. I want to run my tongue along the hot stipe of a lash," he said, purring against Q's neck, cheek to cheek. "And with that, comes pain."
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Bond came closer, dragging the leather against Q's bare belly.
"I don't want to hurt you. I do want to mark you. I want to run my tongue along the hot stipe of a lash," he said, purring against Q's neck, cheek to cheek. "And with that, comes pain."