"Alone," Q whispered. "I like when you make me yours, for days on end."
It was the only time he felt like he could stop thinking and working. The
only time he ever really let go.
His hand slipped under Bond's shirt, fingers splaying over skin... And he
knew he shouldn't, not while they were stuck like this in the flesh of
their youth, but... It was just a touch, and they were men. They were. Even
if everything felt jumbled right now.
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"Alone," Q whispered. "I like when you make me yours, for days on end."
It was the only time he felt like he could stop thinking and working. The only time he ever really let go.
His hand slipped under Bond's shirt, fingers splaying over skin... And he knew he shouldn't, not while they were stuck like this in the flesh of their youth, but... It was just a touch, and they were men. They were. Even if everything felt jumbled right now.