Author: Anise
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,700 words.
Canon: post-HBP, no spoilers.
Scenario: I promise to let you rim me.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Warning for rimming. Oh yeah, and rimming. Thanks to mooncharm and jexay for the betas. I love you both so much.

Promises Kept

The door crashed against the wall as it slung inward and the two boys tumbled in. Hands, mouths, fingers, bodies -- meshing and grinding, desperate. The ministry ceremony had been boring at best and Draco had been so glad to get out of there. They'd left in silence and Apparated back to the door of Harry's flat. The door was as far as they got before Harry attacked.

"Harry," Draco gasped as soon as Harry let go of his mouth, sliding his lips down to suck hard at his neck, shoving his collar out of the way. "Wha� what�"

"Shut up," Harry growled, shoving him up against the wall, one arm leaving him long enough to slam the door shut violently.

"But�" Hands on his sides, fingers digging into his ribs, teeth on his neck, biting, licking oh fuck.

"This is your fault," Harry rasped. His cock was hard, swollen against his thigh; he rutted mindlessly, eager and out of control.

Draco gasped as the button on his trousers was ripped off by forceful fingers. What the hell? "My� what are you�"

He was cut off as warm lips crushed against his once more. Harry forced his tongue inside, licking him, sucking, devouring.

"All fucking night," Harry gasped, "you sat there in your flawless white shirt," buttons popped free, a few flying loose of the material, "that goddamned tie was wrapped around your throat, just perfect," a tug and the knot was being pulled free. Harry leaned into him more, pressing him into the wall with his body. "And you knew, didn't you? Knew that sitting that close to me was driving me mad. You knew that cologne makes me want to tie you down with that fucking perfect silk tie and lick you until you're begging."

Harry's words were whispered against his ear, soft and breathless, Harry's voice shaking with suppressed emotion. Oh God.

"Harry, I�"

"I couldn't think about anything else, Draco," Harry hissed, grinding roughly against him, opening his trousers, wriggling his fingers into his pants. "Anything but what you were going to look like writhing beneath me tonight. What it was going to feel like when I took you, what you were going to sound like when I wrapped my fingers around your gorgeous prick."

Draco groaned.

"Oh yes," Harry grinned wickedly. He shoved his hand down, warm fingertips, deft and sure, slid over the tip of his cock and Draco arched his back, pressing his body against Harry's, rapidly losing control of the situation.

As if he�d ever had it. Harry always seemed to have this effect on him.

Desperate, fumbling, Draco was gasping, writhing into his touch, and their lips met once more in a bruising kiss. They stumbled, movements jerky and awkward in their need to be closer, to touch more. His hips hit the back of the couch, Harry's tongue deep in his mouth.

"Fuck, I need to taste you," Harry said softly against his lips, voice shaking. "Need you in my mouth, on my tongue, all over me."

"Oh, God," Draco gasped, inflamed by his words, by his touch, his taste. The hand on his cock twisted, pulling away for a moment, shoving his trousers down just below the swell of his arse. His cock sprang forward, the tip wet against the smooth material of Harry's trousers.

Harry's hand closed around him once more, unhindered by the restrictive clothing, fisting him with long, sure strokes. The other hand moved over his hipbone, fingers dancing on his skin, around to his arse, kneading and rubbing. Harry's fingers dipped into his cleft, clenching, digging into the tender skin, pulling him open.

Draco's face felt flushed, his throat tight; he was so unbelievably aroused. Harry's frantic motions were too much, too intense. To be the focus of such intense passion... Draco felt weak.

Hands manipulated him easily, hot against his hips, his belly, and he was turned around, his cock pressing painfully against the upholstery. Harry's mouth was on his ear and his hands on his arse and Draco leaned his head back and tried to catch his breath.

"Jesus, you're beautiful like this." Harry breathed the words against his ear, hot and soft. "I want to tear you apart, crawl under your skin, eat you alive." Fingers crept in between his cheeks again, spreading him open lewdly and Draco felt his arse hole spasm.

"Harry," he moaned, blond hair tossed back, sweat-damp, clinging to his brow. He wanted to beg to be taken, wanted Harry to slide his fingers inside of him, stretch him wide, fuck him deep. But Harry was a flurry of motion, sucking on the side of his neck, biting him, grinding his hard cock against his hip, and then suddenly harsh nips to his shoulders, his back, lower until Harry was kneeling behind him, keeping his arse spread wide, open to his gaze.

Draco felt his face burn hot, tingling, heat spreading down his neck and chest. He felt Harry nose up against his arse cheek, felt moist air across his crevice, and every muscle in his body went taut.

"No," he said, breathless, his voice cracking slightly. He tried to turn but Harry's hands held him pressed tightly against the couch.

"You," Harry whispered, husky and deep, fingers pulling him impossibly wider, almost to the point of pain, "promised."

And he had, it was true, but he'd been so sure that Harry wouldn't hold him to it. He tried to pull away again, thinking what he could do to distract Harry, wondering why he'd lost his mind and agreed to this in the first place. He opened his mouth to protest but Harry never gave him the chance.

Harry's chin pushed up against his perineum, firm and unsettling. Warm lips sealed over his hole, clamping down, forceful and unyielding and Draco dug his fingers into the cushions until his knuckles turned white. He caught his lower lip between his teeth and bit down hard as soft, hot, wet slid over his pucker, devouring him.

Draco groaned deep in his chest, tremors going through his body as his mind tried to come to terms with the fact that this was actually happening. Harry's lips closed down around the wrinkled opening and sucked and Draco's brain gave up the battle.

Soft, slick, he felt Harry's tongue licking him, lapping at his hole with abandon. Harry was moaning against his skin, shaking, and Draco could feel saliva running down over his perineum, slick against Harry's chin, and dripping down over his tightly drawn balls. Harry's thumbs held him open to the sweet assault.

Fuck.

Spread wide, vulnerable, and Harry's tongue worked into him slowly, pointing and giving soft jabs at his center, parting the muscle, coaxing it to relax, sliding inside. Eating him out. So filthy, so wrong, but his cock was rock hard and rubbing ragged against the back of the couch with every gentle thrust of Harry's tongue.

He could feel precome leaking out of his slit, feel the upholstery become sticky against his fevered flesh, and oh it shouldn't feel so good, so perfect, the most intimate kiss imaginable.

Torn between panic and mind-numbing arousal, Draco bit down harder, tasting blood. His hands hurt, ached from their death grip and Harry's tongue was relentless. Slow, even, thrusts, deeper now, opening him up, fucking him, tasting him. Lewd slurping noises met his ears, making him blush hotter, making his cock impossibly harder.

Embarrassed and trembling, Harry's face pressed into him, his nose shoved against the soft skin between his cheeks, crushed against him, as Harry worked him over, slowly driving him mad. Draco closed his eyes tight and tried to spread his legs more but his trousers kept them together. It didn't matter, Harry had him splayed, his mouth moving over his slick hole, saliva cooling on his shaking thighs.

"Wanted� taste you� so long� so fucking good," Harry muttered against his arse, his tongue pulling out for the words to get past his lips only to plunge inward again, over and over, wet and wrong and dirty and so fucking perfect and Draco was going to come.

Oh Jesus, he was going to come all over himself.

He could feel his belly tightening, feel his hole begin to pulse, throbbing down around the slippery appendage that continued to fuck him, never letting up, taking his breath and his sanity and his inhibitions. Higher and higher, delving deeper, and Harry was gasping and sucking and licking and making the most erotic noises and Draco felt open, raw, stripped, oh fuck it was going to be huge.

Shaking and gasping, fingers digging into the sofa cushions, back bowed tight and ridged and Draco tossed back his head and howled. His cock, abraded and sore from the coarse material, sputtered and spit, thick globs of semen shooting from the tip, dribbling down the sides of his shaft, spraying violently against the couch. His body convulsed, jerking him forward and pressing him back onto that tongue, making it fuck up into him even as his hole clenched down, spasming, working like a little mouth, sucking Harry's tongue in deep. Draco's head spun, dizzy with his release, and his knees gave way and he would have tumbled to the ground if not for Harry's hands on his arse.

Harry was kissing his hole, his lips moving over the still throbbing muscle, still moaning softly, and Draco was so fucking mortified but he couldn't really find the strength to care.

A final soft kiss and Harry pulled back, humming in contentment, and Draco hung lifeless over the back of the couch, trying to get his vision to clear.

He felt Harry move, shift, and then Harry was leaning over him, pulling him up against his chest, kissing him sweetly behind his ear.

"Are you all right, love?" Harry asked, sounding so fucking satisfied that Draco didn't even think of saying no. His mouth wouldn't work properly anyway. He nodded and let himself be held, his mind reeling and his body slowly coming down from his orgasm.

"Let me take you to bed," Harry whispered, and Draco simply nodded again.

Maybe, he thought, as Harry led him to the bedroom, he should stop thinking of ways to wiggle out of his promises.

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