Well Q didn't think there was any point in being shy about what he wanted. And how. It could be good for both of them that way.
Neither of them commented on what Q said. No more anyway. There were more pressing things on hand. Very pressing. Very on hand.
Q whimpered into the next kiss, all the more so because James was pushing him into the bed and it felt as though every atom of his being was straining towards the other man, to be with him as much as possible, in every way he could.
He reached out a hand, away from James towards the table next to his bed, quite capably opening the drawer to find the lube whilst his other continued to move over James, down his back, still dragging his nails, clinging as they kissed.
"I want you. Inside me," he breathed. He could be another notch in James Bond's bedpost. They both needed this right now.
James really hadn't expected the evening to go this way. Even when he'd asked to go to bed together, he hadn't expected this. Perhaps that was part of what was making it so good- usually, he expected sex. Most of the time he expected it before he'd even got his partner anywhere near the bedroom. But with Q- he would have fallen asleep beside him with no expectations, and never felt hard done to. Shit- he really cared about him.
He knew what Q was doing, of course he did- his heart was racing, his breathing picking up a notch with anticipation. Even Q's words sent a shiver through him. "Fuck," he breathed, barely even a decipherable word and more just a sigh of desire. "Yes-" he responded simply, fingers brushing against Q's as he took the lube from his grip, opening it one-handed and squeezing some onto his fingers. The tube was discarded for the time being, and James focused his attention on Q's neck, kissing just below his ear, breathing heavily.
Then he lifted himself just enough, lubed fingers moving down to massage at his entrance, slowly but firmly building up pressure until he could slip one inside with ease. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Q, watching greedily for whatever reaction he could get from him. He moved, teasing him with his finger, knowing that it was never going to be enough. He ached for him.