[ the noise he makes at first is disgruntled, mouth violated in a way he'd never had done before and it would be q to give him a first. the barrel is unrelenting and he relaxes his jaw to keep his teeth from clattering against the metal of it, a hand rising quickly (even despite telling himself he wouldn't touch him without being told to) to brace against q's thigh, fingers pressing up the length of it, grasping firm.
of all the things james bond could be thinking about, he thinks now about the wiry muscle beneath his hand and how different it felt from what he was used to, the thick thighs of men larger than him, dominating him because they knew that too. if he were stupid, he'd think q was compensating in the other direction but he knows better. this isn't a pissing match (though frequently their behavior skirts on the edges of prideful behavior), this is simply who they are. a man capable of dominating and a man capable of submitting, willingly.
the noise he makes now is encouraging, wanting. a throaty, deep moan but not for the gun in his mouth. ]
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of all the things james bond could be thinking about, he thinks now about the wiry muscle beneath his hand and how different it felt from what he was used to, the thick thighs of men larger than him, dominating him because they knew that too. if he were stupid, he'd think q was compensating in the other direction but he knows better. this isn't a pissing match (though frequently their behavior skirts on the edges of prideful behavior), this is simply who they are. a man capable of dominating and a man capable of submitting, willingly.
the noise he makes now is encouraging, wanting. a throaty, deep moan but not for the gun in his mouth. ]