bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin | Willy/Bond/Harry

"I think I'd rather not," Harry said with a slight quirk of a smile, even as he felt Bond's breath on the back of his neck. He leaned in, until his breath was against Q's neck in turn, and then grasped his wrist. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

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Bond scowled behind Harry's shoulder, disappointed that it seemed they both believed he'd murder them.

They weren't wrong. It did show him there was little trust, though.

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Q didn't answer Harry's question, he could see Bond was upset, and so he gave the other man what he seemed to want.

Silently, he leaned in and kissed Harry soundly, opening his eyes after a moment to meet Bond's gaze as he continued to kiss Harry.

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Harry had been wanting to kiss Q since perhaps the moment he'd seen him on this ship, seen the man that he'd grown into. He wasn't surprised by the kiss exactly, but still it felt like stepping over a cliff. He kissed him back soundly, and wrapped an arm around his waist. His eyes were closed, so he didn't see that Q's were open.

But for reasons he didn't entirely understand, as the kiss continued he reached behind him and groped for Bond's hand.

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Bond caught his hand, then stepped in close behind him. He took hold of Harry's hip and ground the ridge of his arousal against his ass.

"He may fuss, but Q gets what Q wants," he told Harry. "I've seen he wants you. I've heard your name spoken while dreaming. And, more than anything I do, I will see him happy."

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Q didn't know how to feel about that- This wasn't like when Bond picked up little trinkets or books he'd been eyeing. This was Harry. He couldn't just gift him Harry.

Could he?

He exhaled against Harry's lips, looking a touch embarrassed.

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Harry had to admit, the thought that Q had said his name in his sleep... well, that was awfully nice.

He briefly touched Q's face, and then looked over his shoulder at Bond. "Perhaps don't treat me as if I'm a birthday gift, hmm? I can feel your arousal. You want this, too."

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Bond's hands slipped around his middle and deftly unbuttoned his fly.

"Don't consider you a gift? I imagine you'd rather not be unwrapped?" he purred in his ear while looking at Q.

Bond was clearly pleased with himself, certain this was something Q wanted and would make him happy. And, of course, Harry wasn't...wrong.

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Q was still a bit unsure, but he couldn't pretend he didn't want this. He'd daydreamed about it more than once, both men, together at the same time. Hands, lips, spit and skin...

He wet his lips, then dared to move closer.

"You don't have to do this if you're not comfortable, Harry."

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Harry wasn't sure if it was Bond's voice in his ear or his hands near his groin, but a shiver of arousal went through him. And by the time Q spoke - "I'm very comfortable."

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"Not comfortable enough," Bond said, his hands moving to slip Harry's trousers down.

"I think we could all be much more comfortable..."

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Q hesitated, used to James taking the lead and telling him what he should do- But after a moment he removed his robe then his shirt.

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Harry stepped out of his trousers, not wanting to risk waddling in them as they continued. Then he reached towards Q and unfastened his trousers, once his shirt was off. He thought of turning to Bond and doing the same but got distracted by dropping his head to press his lips to the bare skin of Q's shoulder.

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Bond was relentless, not stopping until every stitch had puddled at their feet. He stepped in close, then, slipping an arm around both of them.

And he forced the two of them closer together.

"Again?" he grinned at Q.

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Q looked embarrassed again, maybe a bit flustered, but that didn't stop him from pressing closer and kissing Harry again, sound and hungry.

A beat later he turned his head and kissed Bond just as firmly.

"Your turn," he said, nodding at the pair and sounding a bit more confident.

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Harry got lost in the kiss for a moment but did not for a second forget that Bond was there.

When Q encouraged them… rather than waiting for Bond, who seemed very comfortable taking the lead, Harry kissed him first, sliding a hand to the back of his neck.

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Bond groaned wantonly and kissed Harry hungrily. He gripped Q as his desire coursed through him, eager to taste them both.

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Q studied the pair as they kissed, surprised by how arousing it was. He'd have thought seeing Bond kiss anyone but himself might send him into a small rage or a deep depression, but- On this occasion, he felt peace.

"Should we go to bed now?" he suggested softly.

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It was an exceptionally good kiss. All of this in fact felt like a bit of a dream. And not only because it had been so long since he'd kissed anyone. And not just because it was Q, whom he'd been fantasizing about since he'd arrived on the ship. It was all of it.

"Yes please," Harry said breathlessly, and took Q's hand.

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Only then did Bond release his hold on them both so they didn't trip over each other on the way to the bed. He settled first, but moved over.

Blue eyes raked over both of them as they joined him.

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Q climbed onto the bed next, settling in near the headboard against the pillows.

"I'm not even sure how this works," he confessed. "Is there etiquette, or... I don't know, rules?"

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Harry supposed this answered the question of whether Q and Bond had done this before, which he had wondered about.

He sat down on the edge of the bed on the other side of Q and looked down at them. Managed a small smile. "I was wondering about choreography."

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"You both think too much," Bond replied. "Q, come here. Harry, there. I'm sure we can figure it out, hmm?" he said, giving them both just a bit of guidance.

He and Q had never.

But Bond...

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

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