[q feels his heart jump to his throat, swallowing hard and watching the expanse of bond's neck shift as he sticks out his tongue and mouths around the muzzle. but when he pulls away q frowns (not that he would see it anyway) and sharply moves the barrel against his jaw, turning his face to the side as if in punishment to scold him.]
I don't believe I told you to stop.
[before bond can respond it's back against his lips again, pushing in further as if fucking his mouth in earnest, a mockery of what q would rather be doing just as much.]
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I don't believe I told you to stop.
[before bond can respond it's back against his lips again, pushing in further as if fucking his mouth in earnest, a mockery of what q would rather be doing just as much.]