[ ah, there he is. he's grateful to see again, though he wagers he could've survived this blindfolded. and then q is touching him like that and murmuring close enough he can taste his words, so he does, ducking forward to catch his mouth in a consuming kiss. sure, he could say something back but why when he could do this instead? bond moves as if on instinct then, pressing forward to urge q back, not stopping until they bumped against the wall there, a cool metal, unforgiving and utilitarian. perfect, bond things, breaking the kiss with a satisfied noise riding an exhale and without thinking really at all, he drops to his knees before him with a dull thud, hands rising to frame his hips, steadying them as he ducks forward to mouth his cock over fabric, his breath warm, tongue pressing firm.
it may be a submissive gesture, being on his knees before another man, but james stopped thinking so a long time ago. there's a lot of power you can wield between another person's legs, after all. ]
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it may be a submissive gesture, being on his knees before another man, but james stopped thinking so a long time ago. there's a lot of power you can wield between another person's legs, after all. ]