Bond's fingers curled tight in Q's hair, though he didn't pull him off. He held him in place as he began to truly ache with need. He let the bite go on until he had to breathe through the pain and only then did he pull hard enough to get Q off of him.

"You ruddy little bastard," he snarled, then gave Q's head a shake. His other hand closed around his throat. "Try that again and I'll make you sorry you ever thought you could."