Q was not so good as to muffle his noises of pleasure. He didn't care enough, and with James now shirtless it was a lot better. So much better. Feeling James' skin against his own made him moan happily, wrapping his arms around him, his fingers dragging roughly up James' back again, up his neck and into his hair, holding him, directing him into another kiss. Q's hips rolled forward, only the material of his pajama bottoms and James' boxers were between them. Nothing more. Q trembled. James was strong, he could do so many things to him, and God, Q just loved putting himself in the hands of someone competent. It was a release, a time when he didn't have to think or act, when his brain could be quiet, when everything lifted from him-
There was no way either of them were going to be satisfied with just this now. And if they were going to do anything then Q wanted everything.
He shifted slightly, pressing his lower body towards James' and moving slowly onto his back, pulling James over, on top of him, sliding one leg beneath James so that he could lay between them.
"Don't you dare stop," Q whispered, lifting his hips to press against James, smirking. "I want you."
God, this was good. He'd known that he wanted him, but now- with his body pressed up against him, skin on skin- it was more than just a want, more than just a desire. He had to have him, he had to have all of him. He'd been holding off from making a move for too long now, for various reasons that all seemed stupid in the heat of the moment. Q's hips rolled, and a gasp escaped James' lips, uncontrolled.
Even though Q's movements were slow and organised, James couldn't help but feel slightly surprised. Things were escalating quickly, and he was rather enjoying that Q seemed to know exactly where he wanted him, and he had the confidence to make sure it happened.
"I wouldn't dare stop now," he insisted, before giving another moan as Q's hips moved up to meet his own. "Good. I want you, too," he told him softly. Fingers stroked gently at Q's cheek for a strangely affectionate moment, and then he dipped his head and pressed his lips against Q's jawline, his neck, his collarbone. He slid his hands downward, caressing him gently- he rolled his hips, pressing him firmly into the bed as he found his lips again.