“You work too hard…” whispered the blurry shadow of the agent, pushing Q’s trousers past his knees.
“He does, doesn’t he?” murmured Alec, upside down face gazing impassively down at the young man, while pinning his wrists above his head to the bed.
“What do you suggest we do about that, Alec?”
“All work and no play makes Q….?” Alec said softly, descending his lips closer, closer, stopping just shy of touch.
“A dull boooyyyy,” he gasped, voice strangled by feel of the lips and tongue exploring below.
The attentions of a Double O remind him he is anything but.