[ the word technically means nothing; bond begging means nothing, and this isn't begging. it's only a word, and silva knows how fleeting and immaterial those can be. not like lines of code on a computer screen, where one wrong placement can cause catastrophic failure—or success. silva doesn't place much emphasis on words, not when there's so much more between him and bond than mere pleasantries.
still, he had asked, and bond had given. deserves a reward, yes?
the husk to bond's voice goes straight to his cock, and silva lets out a breath through his noise, eyes up at the ceiling. like this is a hardship. his hips roll again, finding friction, heat, and he begins to rub bond's cock with his palm, fingers sliding against the outline, smoothing over the wrinkles in his trousers. his other hand reaches up to hook on the back of bond's neck, threading through the short crop of hair—before digging in and yanking him back.
the answer comes at the hollow of bond's throat, silva's lips brushing against his skin like a whisper of a kiss, drifting up to his adam's apple. ]
You're a very popular man, James. [ it's a growl, a promise. ] I like to know my competition.
[ deft fingers find the button and zip, sliding into bond's trousers, curling around him and squeezing. ]
no subject
still, he had asked, and bond had given. deserves a reward, yes?
the husk to bond's voice goes straight to his cock, and silva lets out a breath through his noise, eyes up at the ceiling. like this is a hardship. his hips roll again, finding friction, heat, and he begins to rub bond's cock with his palm, fingers sliding against the outline, smoothing over the wrinkles in his trousers. his other hand reaches up to hook on the back of bond's neck, threading through the short crop of hair—before digging in and yanking him back.
the answer comes at the hollow of bond's throat, silva's lips brushing against his skin like a whisper of a kiss, drifting up to his adam's apple. ]
You're a very popular man, James. [ it's a growl, a promise. ] I like to know my competition.
[ deft fingers find the button and zip, sliding into bond's trousers, curling around him and squeezing. ]