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The first time Bond sees the tattoo-like markings of Q’s tentacles, he sucks in a short breath and whispers, “Q.”
He has Q do a turn to make sure that, yes, the markings do cover his entire lower body.
When Bond touches him, he starts at the tip of the two larger appendages on Q’s chest and follows the gently curved markings that seem to bracket his frame, making Q shiver. Then Bond splays large and warm, gun-callused hands across the tangle of smaller tentacle markings that start at the waist and Q nearly comes undone.
Q manages to reign in his control and keep his tentacles from spilling out. He can’t say the same for his colouring though, which morphs his skin tone a few shades lighter to match the white sheets beneath him when he comes, seeing stars. Luckily, Bond wasn’t paying attention, too busy chasing his own orgasm.
Q wakes at dawn to fingers tracing lazy patterns over the other two large appendages nestled between his shoulder blades. He can tell that Bond has been awake for some time based on the sharp gaze in his eyes that seem intent on memorizing every detail of his markings.
“What do they represent?”
Q answers Bond with all honesty, “Me.”
Bond accepts the vagueness of Q’s response and abandons his line of questioning for more pleasurable pursuits. Questing fingers dip to Q’s opening, asking permission and Q grants it by pressing back. When Q comes, it’s all he can do to keep his tentacles from spilling and contain the writhing within his body. And if Q seems brighter, then Bond chalks it up to the sunshine pouring in through the windows, lighting Q’s body aglow. Bond thinks he has never seen anything more beautiful.