Promises, Promises
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,244
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
J.K. Rowling, literary goddess of all things HP, owns everything you see here. I just make the pretty boys do naughty things without her permission, but the boys secretly enjoy it. I make no money from this.
Promises, Promises
Title: Promises, Promises
Author: Chickalupe
Feedback: ooh, makes me feel all tingly… chickalupe@juno.com
Site: chickalupe.livejournal.com
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: HP/DM
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Goes AU sometime after GoF.
Warnings: Sex between minors, slash, masturbation, cussing, sex talk, anal and rimming mentioned. Characters are aged 16 when this story is set. One-shot.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling, literary goddess of all things HP, owns everything you see here. I just make the pretty boys do naughty things without her permission, but the boys secretly enjoy it.
Summary: Draco Malfoy seems to be good at making promises. Harry wants him to put his money where his dirty, dirty mouth is.
Author Note: I had Draco-Muse’s voice pestering in my ear for *days*, whispering some of his lines from this fic until I gave in and wrote it. This is the result. A shamelessly smutty Piece O’ Fluff in which no actual intercourse occurs, but I feel the dialogue more than makes up for it.
*****
It started small.
Facing off with one another in the corridor, their hands inches away from their wands, hexes about to fly. “You know, you are extremely gorgeous when you get angry,” came Malfoy’s soft words only for Harry.
A quick murmur in Harry’s ear as Draco walked by in the Potions classroom, and slim fingers brushing his cheek. “I want to be inside you.” Harry’s blush was immediate and all consuming, which he had some trouble explaining.
Flying on the Quidditch pitch, circling one another on their brooms as they presumably searched for the Snitch. A helpful breeze carried the insidious whisper to Harry. “Are you a virgin, Potter? I’ll bet that you are. I swear I would be ever so very tender, so slow and patient as I readied you for my cock. The first time, anyway…” Harry was understandably distracted for the rest of that particular game.
The fleeting touches, those beguiling words dripping from that silvered tongue, it was all starting to become overwhelming. For weeks, Harry found himself constantly fluctuating between confusion, embarrassment and arousal. Everything finally crystallized for him one night at dinner.
Hermione was having a lively discussion about Herbology with Neville, while Ron loudly praised the Cannons around mouthfuls of food. So naturally, no one saw as Draco sidled away from the Slytherin table and up behind Harry.
“I would prepare your entrance with my tongue first,” the sexy, evil git said under his breath. “I could make you come from that alone. You’d be beautiful when you came, I’m sure. Then, while your muscles were still relaxed, I’d ease smoothly inside you. I’d finally fuck you, claim you as mine. Forever.”
His blond seducer was gone before Harry could turn around, leaving only the clean scent of aftershave, a telltale flush on Harry's face, and the unexpected erection Harry had to hide from everyone around him.
He made some excuse for rushing through the rest of his dinner and escaping up to the dorm. He spelled his bed curtains shut for privacy and opened his trousers without delay. The enticing images that Malfoy had skillfully painted behind Harry’s eyelids would not be denied any longer.
Harry fisted his prick mercilessly; hand almost blurring as he closed his eyes in pleasure, still feeling that devilish voice purring filthy-hot words on the back of his neck. When he reached his orgasm, it was sudden and silent. Warm semen spurted up over his stomach, splattering on the uniform shirt and Gryffindor tie Harry hadn’t bothered to remove.
Afterward, he lay gasping up at the canopy and reached a decision with himself. Harry Potter could give as good as he got.
So, the next time Draco cornered him in a deserted hallway, Harry shot out with Seeker’s reflexes, grasping an arm to keep him from vanishing again. Malfoy turned, one blond eyebrow raised in smug inquiry.
“You promise?” Harry whispered. His green eyes were calculatedly wide and innocent as he looked up at Draco from underneath his lashes, glasses accidentally-on-purpose forgotten that morning for maximum impact. Malfoy’s smirk quickly slid away from his face, and Harry had to hide his pleasure.
“Huh?” Draco’s comeback was not quite up to his usual standard for witty repartee.
“Do you promise,” Harry asked, barely any louder. “That you’d be gentle? Make it special?” A pause for effect, and nibble of the plump lower lip as if nervous. “My f-first time?” The slight stutter was a nice touch.
Grey eyes fluttered closed for the briefest of moments. They contained an expression of honest wonder when Draco opened them again.
“Oh yes, Harry,” he exhaled. “If you let me, it could be so good between us.” Hesitantly, he curved his palm over Harry's jaw, and kissed him like a delicate thing, as if waiting to be pushed away. When Harry did not reject him, Draco’s passion began to steadily grow.
Harry let himself be drawn into the blond’s arms without protest, and allowed Draco to take charge. As he felt the first probing of an agile tongue, it was all he could do not to crow with victory.
Yes, he would yield control to Draco this first time. He would let Malfoy fulfill all those dirty promises, and they would both love every moment of it. While he was at it, Harry would wring a few more vows from those perfect pink lips, and make a few of his own. Important, Life and Death-type vows. Something to do with swearing allegiance, maybe?
Then they would see who would be keeping their promises… and who would be keeping whom.
But first, Harry would enjoy the hell out of this kiss.
~Finite.
Author: Chickalupe
Feedback: ooh, makes me feel all tingly… chickalupe@juno.com
Site: chickalupe.livejournal.com
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: HP/DM
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Goes AU sometime after GoF.
Warnings: Sex between minors, slash, masturbation, cussing, sex talk, anal and rimming mentioned. Characters are aged 16 when this story is set. One-shot.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling, literary goddess of all things HP, owns everything you see here. I just make the pretty boys do naughty things without her permission, but the boys secretly enjoy it.
Summary: Draco Malfoy seems to be good at making promises. Harry wants him to put his money where his dirty, dirty mouth is.
Author Note: I had Draco-Muse’s voice pestering in my ear for *days*, whispering some of his lines from this fic until I gave in and wrote it. This is the result. A shamelessly smutty Piece O’ Fluff in which no actual intercourse occurs, but I feel the dialogue more than makes up for it.
*****
It started small.
Facing off with one another in the corridor, their hands inches away from their wands, hexes about to fly. “You know, you are extremely gorgeous when you get angry,” came Malfoy’s soft words only for Harry.
A quick murmur in Harry’s ear as Draco walked by in the Potions classroom, and slim fingers brushing his cheek. “I want to be inside you.” Harry’s blush was immediate and all consuming, which he had some trouble explaining.
Flying on the Quidditch pitch, circling one another on their brooms as they presumably searched for the Snitch. A helpful breeze carried the insidious whisper to Harry. “Are you a virgin, Potter? I’ll bet that you are. I swear I would be ever so very tender, so slow and patient as I readied you for my cock. The first time, anyway…” Harry was understandably distracted for the rest of that particular game.
The fleeting touches, those beguiling words dripping from that silvered tongue, it was all starting to become overwhelming. For weeks, Harry found himself constantly fluctuating between confusion, embarrassment and arousal. Everything finally crystallized for him one night at dinner.
Hermione was having a lively discussion about Herbology with Neville, while Ron loudly praised the Cannons around mouthfuls of food. So naturally, no one saw as Draco sidled away from the Slytherin table and up behind Harry.
“I would prepare your entrance with my tongue first,” the sexy, evil git said under his breath. “I could make you come from that alone. You’d be beautiful when you came, I’m sure. Then, while your muscles were still relaxed, I’d ease smoothly inside you. I’d finally fuck you, claim you as mine. Forever.”
His blond seducer was gone before Harry could turn around, leaving only the clean scent of aftershave, a telltale flush on Harry's face, and the unexpected erection Harry had to hide from everyone around him.
He made some excuse for rushing through the rest of his dinner and escaping up to the dorm. He spelled his bed curtains shut for privacy and opened his trousers without delay. The enticing images that Malfoy had skillfully painted behind Harry’s eyelids would not be denied any longer.
Harry fisted his prick mercilessly; hand almost blurring as he closed his eyes in pleasure, still feeling that devilish voice purring filthy-hot words on the back of his neck. When he reached his orgasm, it was sudden and silent. Warm semen spurted up over his stomach, splattering on the uniform shirt and Gryffindor tie Harry hadn’t bothered to remove.
Afterward, he lay gasping up at the canopy and reached a decision with himself. Harry Potter could give as good as he got.
So, the next time Draco cornered him in a deserted hallway, Harry shot out with Seeker’s reflexes, grasping an arm to keep him from vanishing again. Malfoy turned, one blond eyebrow raised in smug inquiry.
“You promise?” Harry whispered. His green eyes were calculatedly wide and innocent as he looked up at Draco from underneath his lashes, glasses accidentally-on-purpose forgotten that morning for maximum impact. Malfoy’s smirk quickly slid away from his face, and Harry had to hide his pleasure.
“Huh?” Draco’s comeback was not quite up to his usual standard for witty repartee.
“Do you promise,” Harry asked, barely any louder. “That you’d be gentle? Make it special?” A pause for effect, and nibble of the plump lower lip as if nervous. “My f-first time?” The slight stutter was a nice touch.
Grey eyes fluttered closed for the briefest of moments. They contained an expression of honest wonder when Draco opened them again.
“Oh yes, Harry,” he exhaled. “If you let me, it could be so good between us.” Hesitantly, he curved his palm over Harry's jaw, and kissed him like a delicate thing, as if waiting to be pushed away. When Harry did not reject him, Draco’s passion began to steadily grow.
Harry let himself be drawn into the blond’s arms without protest, and allowed Draco to take charge. As he felt the first probing of an agile tongue, it was all he could do not to crow with victory.
Yes, he would yield control to Draco this first time. He would let Malfoy fulfill all those dirty promises, and they would both love every moment of it. While he was at it, Harry would wring a few more vows from those perfect pink lips, and make a few of his own. Important, Life and Death-type vows. Something to do with swearing allegiance, maybe?
Then they would see who would be keeping their promises… and who would be keeping whom.
But first, Harry would enjoy the hell out of this kiss.
~Finite.