"I don't want to stop," Q said quietly. "I hate that I don't want to stop. ...I want you to hurt me. I want to ache for days. I want you to be cruel, and ruthless. I want that cold hearted killer."

He hid his face against the crook of Bond's neck, exhaling with a shudder against warm skin.

The man's scent was intoxicating, and Q let out a soft moan of pleasure before biting down hard enough not just to sting, but to leave a mark.