Willy/Bond/Harry

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Being held 'captive' was proving very, very, dull. Not that he was hoping for torture and cruelty, he was pleased to avoid all that, but he wouldn't have minded a little excitement. Just a smidge... That morning though everyone at the tavern was brimming with excitement, chatting away about some fight and the return of the queen.

Seemed he might be going home today.

They had breakfast as always, but Q played closer attention to Willy this morning, wondering how this would play out. Would he bring Bond here? Would he play up the whole captive thing? Would it be more the same?

He wondered if everyone was alright, from Hex to Harry, and all those in between he'd come to think of as friends or even family...

"Are they coming here, or are we going to them?" he asked after a moment.

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[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q settled in, unsure, but eager as he tangled himself with the other men, letting his hands wander and explore over both their bodies.

[lepidopterologist]

From the other side of Q, Harry bent his head to kiss his neck, trailing kisses down to his chest. He made a soft sound of pleasure, and one hand gripped his thigh hard.

[provocateur_king]

Bond took charge, giving them both ideas of ways they could enjoy everything on offer. He tasted Q and Harry both, then urged then to try one another. He mapped the shape of them, apart and together.

Eventually his hands fell away and only one rested on Q, keeping him anchored. He moved, then, so he could watch them.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

It was hard to keep focused, hard to be fully aware of who was touching who. It was hands, and lips, and bliss... And this feeling of knowing he was just safe. In this moment of carnal lust, all he knew was he was wanted, and wanting, and that he cared for these men- And they for him.

"Harry," he whispered as their lips met again.

[lepidopterologist]

Harry kissed him back, running his fingers lightly through his hair. He realized after a moment as well that Bond was just watching them.

A little bolder, he swung a leg over and straddled Q's thighs, sliding a hand between them and beginning to lightly stroke Q's cock as they kissed. Then he moved his lips to his neck and murmured, "I've dreamed about this."

And if he had to be completely honest with himself, he wasn't just talking about Q.