I Wanted You For So Long

"I wanted you for so long. I don't want to let another day go when I could be holding you." Bond drew Q into a hungry kiss and pulling them down the corridor towards his bedroom.

They shed clothes as they moved, until the younger man landed on his back in the middle of Bond's bed in only his underwear. The agent smiled down at his quartermaster and hooked his hands in the waistband of his own pants and tugged them down. Well, that was an impressive cock.

Bond's grin grew broader as he saw Q's reaction. "I'm going to make you feel so good," the agent whispered, kneeling on the bed and mouthing Q's cock through the cotton before tugging his underwear down and off.

The younger man moaned, automatically spreading his legs as Bond's head bobbed on his cock. Q reached down and ran his fingers through the agent's hair, little gasp of pleasure spilling from his lips. Bond raised his head and moved up, taking a condom and lube from the bedside drawer before kissing Q again and sliding back down his body.

"Oh god... yes," muttered Q as the agent's slicked fingers pressed against him. Bond worked him open, kissing the younger man's cock, kissing his hips, looking up and watching Q's face before finally withdrawing his fingers and tearing open the condom.

"You want me?" Bond asked softly.

"Fuck… yes," growled Q.

Bond's eyes turned dark as he climbed over Q, kissing him as he pushed up his legs. The younger man wrapped his legs around Bond's waist and moaned as he pushed into him.

"So good," moaned Bond, setting a hard, desperate pace. Q could only hold on, kissing the agent's lips, his shoulder, taking everything Bond could give.

Q loved the taste of Bond's sweat, the small sounds the agent made as he moved inside him, stretching him wide. Bond seemed to be savoring him too, tongue darting out to lap the salt from the younger man's skin.

Bond's hand reached between them, taking Q in his grip. With only a few strokes, the younger man was crying out as he came, arching up against Bond, the agent's lips on Q's throat. Bond came himself only a few moments later, groaning against the younger man's skin.

They lay panting together for a few long minutes, before Bond carefully pulled out. He binned the condom and pulled Q into his arms again, kissing his hair, holding him close. The younger man smiled as his eyes drifted closed, feeling safe and warm.

They made love again once more in the night, and Bond found he slept better in Q's arms than anywhere else in a long time.