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No. 2332
"You would think that, working for /him/," Bond hissed, jabbing his finger into James' breastbone. It left a slight dent in the fabric of his neatly pressed shirt, and James cringed. "I know for a fact he chooses his employees carefully for their complete lack of ethical standards when it comes to this sort of thing."

"Well, it could be worse! I could join YOUR camp and just be completely thickheaded instead of /for social change/!" James spat back. Bond opened his mouth to keep going, but the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, and James pushed Bond just enough to throw him slightly off balance. "Get in the goddamn elevator, Spy."

Bond straightened himself out, brushing off imaginary dirt from James's hands with his own free hand, then looked at his glove with distaste, like it had spoilt his clothing. "I've half a mind to make you climb the stairs, Laborer."

James rolled his eyes and followed Bond into the elevator, pushing the button to close the doors. "If you did, you'd never make it up to your floor," he murmured threateningly as the doors slid shut with another ding, and the elevator lurched encouragingly and began to move upwards.

After two dings of silence, James pushed the stop button and crowded Bond into the corner. "Waiting - all fucking day to get you alone -" he murmured, hands sliding to cup Bond's ass while kissing him soundly. Bond struggled perfunctorily against the attention, trying to keep up the show.

"Wait - James - James!" he hissed, as James' mouth moved across his cheek, his hands moving between them, deftly popping the fastenings of Bond's trousers. "James!"

James paused in his assault, pulling back slightly as he wrapped his hand around Bond's length. "Yeah?"

"BUGS," Bond gasped. "Cover -"

James chuckled low in his throat, stroking Bond's cock and making the other man whimper. "Left inside coat pocket."

Bond reached into the pocket and pulled out a little plastic box. The only distinguishing features were a small red button and a light shining green. "Don't push the button," James warned. "Electronic disruptor." Bond's face lit up with understanding and he grinned. "Hold that for me, willya?" James added, and slid down to his knees.
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>> No. 2333
MOAR. Don't leave us hanging!
>> No. 2334
You cocktease.
>> No. 2335
You /glorious/ cocktease.
>> No. 2339
DON'T DO THIS TO US, MAN
>> No. 2342
magnificent terrible cocktease
>> No. 2344
AAAAA COCKTEASE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

WHY WOULD YOU /DO THAT/
>> No. 2346
Engie told me to do it.

I'll work on it more later after my tummy stops going OH GOD WHY

ps don't play the wonderful end of the world
>> No. 2347
More. Please.
>> No. 2349
>>8
lol i trol u
>> No. 2418
James nuzzled the inside of Bond's thigh, nosing through the crisp curls, and then kissed the round dangling sacs of his balls, mouth slightly open as he caressed them with his lips. Bond shivered. "Viarge de merde - Goddamn, get on with it -"

"No," James murmured, and then sucked lightly at the stripe of skin between Bond's testicles. Bond gave up and slipped the device into his pocket so he could slide his hands into James' hair, short and fuzzy underneath his fingers, too short to pull.

"Mother of fuck, James!"

James laved a stripe up Bond's cock before lapping at the precum pooling at the tip of Bond's cock as he looked up at Bond with a smirk. Bond closed his eyes, letting his head roll back with a slight thunk as it hit the wall of the elevator. He made a strained noise, but wasn't quite up to swearing like a lumberjack yet, which meant James still had to work harder. "Missed you," he murmured, then wrapped his mouth around Bond's cock.

Bond's trousers were in the way, so James slid them down before moving his hands up, one to fondle Bond's balls and with the other hand he stroked his thumb lightly across Bond's hole. Bond's legs quivered and then - "goddamn tabernac d'ostie de crackerjack fuck -" as James started to hum around Bond's cock. He slid his mouth up and down, dipping his thumb slightly inside as he did so. Bond's curses gave way to low keening, his fingers trying to find purchase on James' scalp. "Fuck - James, ngggh, fuck -"

James pulled his mouth off briefly to murmur, "c'mon, come for me, Bond, come in my mouth -" and reapplied himself with gentle suction.

"I- I'm going - fuck, James, so good -" Bond muttered, hips moving involuntarily. "Je - j'adore ta bouche - tabernac!" he cursed as he came, James milking it out of him, careful not to make a mess. James carefully tucked Bond away and fastened his trousers again, then stood, wiping his mouth as he did so. He let Bond cling for a moment, kissing him softly before pushing the button to let the elevator proceed.

"Press the button to turn it on and off," he murmured quietly. "If it's flashing red, someone's recording you." Bond nodded absently, focused on getting his legs back, and James grinned. "You owe me one, now."

The elevator dinged twice, and James fixed his hair quickly as Bond gave quick attention to his suit. The doors slid open.

"Idiot."

"Laborer."
>> No. 2419
>>11
FFFFFFFFFFFFF-
James gives good blowjobs.

WRITE MORE.
>> No. 2421
YES \o/
>> No. 2422
AWRIGHT
>> No. 2424
Shirt and sweet.

Mmm.
>> No. 2425
SHORT, RATHER.

FUCK.

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