hpkinkfest | Just One Kiss

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Title: Just One Kiss
Author:

leo_draconis
Prompt Number: 241 submitted by

elfflame
Kink Showcased: rimming!
Rating: NC-17 all the way
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry's recently discovered he has a thing for cocks and arses. He also has a thing for Draco Malfoy. When Draco confronts him about cashing in on the life debt Draco owes him, Harry realizes he just may be able to have a taste of what he wants.
Warnings: Rimming, of course. Lots of it, as the prompter requested a long, slow rim job. Finger to arse play included, and first-time rimming included. Could be considered a bit dub-con at the beginning, I suppose. Mentions Ron/Hermione in a compromising position, but it's brief. Also includes oral and anal sex and just a little object insertion, kinda.
Word Count: 5,441
Author's Notes:

elfflame, I really hope this is what you were looking for! I went Harry/Draco from your choices, and I tried to include your whole prompt. It was fun to write and really, it's nothing but smut. Enjoy!!

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The war accomplished many things.

Voldemort was dead at last, the surviving Death Eaters were in Azkaban, and the wizarding world was finally free to rebuild.

And Harry Potter discovered he liked cock.

It was a sort of series of revelations that began one night in the woods. They were camping, spending the night in a small clearing after walking all day, and Harry left the tent under the guise that he wanted to go over their Horcrux notes. In reality, a blind man could see the looks Hermione and Ron were giving each other and he didn't want to cock-block his best mate.

Except… no Silencing Charms were used, and his friends were not quiet. Harry couldn't help himself; he doubled back and peeked inside. What he saw gave him an instant hard-on.

Hermione was leaning over Ron, sucking his cock with the same enthusiasm she applied to her studies. Perhaps even more. Harry's prick was unbelievably hard as he watched, and it wasn't Hermione's naked arse sticking up in the air, or the way her compact breasts bobbed just a bit as she moved, or the way her fingers were quite obviously inside herself while she sucked.

No, it was Ron's reddened cock sliding in and out of her mouth that did it. It was that thick shaft glistening with saliva, that purpled head Harry got a peek at now and again, that heavy sac hanging between Ron's freckled thighs.

Harry was jealous, and it wasn't that he wanted Hermione's mouth on his prick. It was that he wanted his mouth on Ron's.

He thought about it for days on end, Ron's gorgeous cock. He imagined licking it, sucking it, stroking it, fucking himself on it. He pictured his own cock gliding into Ron's tight arse, and he wanked himself while wishing he was filling Ron's channel with his come. Turned out he had quite a thing for arses, too.

It didn't stop there, though. Harry didn't particularly have a crush on Ron – they were mates, best mates, and he didn't want to date him. He simply liked the look of his prick. In his mind, he considered his options.

Neville, with the surprisingly sexy arse, would likely be far too gentle. He wanted it rough sometimes. Not always, but sometimes.

Seamus… well, it was no secret that Seamus would fuck man and woman alike. He'd leave afterward and never look back. Harry wanted someone who would stick around, explore things with him.

Dean. Oh, Dean – Harry had noticed his cock before, not realizing just why he was noticing cocks, and thought that it was enormous. He wouldn't mind trying it out, but Dean was possibly the straightest bloke Harry knew, next to Ron.

He moved outside Gryffindor in his thoughts – Justin Finch-Fletchley, Terry Boot, Michael Corner. He even considered non-classmates, like the other Weasley boys or Oliver Wood. Intriguing prospects indeed.

It was the night that Malfoy popped into his head while he was having one off that undid him, though. After that, he couldn't get the blond out of his head, and after awhile he didn't bother trying anymore. He pictured Malfoy's gorgeous arse stretched around his cock, Malfoy's pretty pink lips sucking him off, Malfoy's slim fingers stroking him until he came.

The war ended, and the trials began. The Death Eaters were sent away, but Harry made sure that Malfoy and his mother were safe. They had helped him in their own ways, after all, and it was the right thing to do.

Unfortunately, seeing Draco at the trials made his fantasies more constant than ever. He wanted Malfoy, and it didn't matter how many blonds he fucked at the gay clubs he began to frequent – it wasn't the same. He was more obsessed with his old enemy than he ever had been before. Every time he closed his eyes, he could smell the Fiendfyre and feel Draco clinging to his back on the broom. Something had changed for Harry that day, and he couldn't stop thinking about Draco.

Following Draco around the Ministry became his new pastime. He was thrilled to discover that Draco had gotten himself a job as a clerk in the Magical Archives department, and Harry went out of his way to stalk him in the corridors. The man's trousers were sinful – his perfect arse was on display for all to see, and Harry hated it. He wanted to own that arse, possess it for himself, be the only one to see it and touch it.

He wanted to taste it, and he found that thought quickly surpassing all of his other fantasies. He wanted his tongue buried in Draco's undoubtedly sweet hole.

His opportunity came around when Draco finally called him on his behavior one Friday afternoon.

"What the fuck do you want, Potter?" He demanded, rounding on Harry.

Harry panicked, having been positive Draco hadn't seen him. "I…"

"Look, I wondered when you would come to me about this," Draco said wearily.

Harry's eyes widened. He knows? "You… did?"

"Well, yes, it's a life debt. I have to do something for you of your choosing – how could it not be plaguing me? I am appreciative for what you did for me, and for my mother, but I don't want to be in your fucking debt forever. If you'd be so kind as to end my suffering and just tell me what you want, I'd be grateful." Draco crossed his arms and looked at Harry expectantly.

A slow grin spread across Harry's face. He knew he'd just been handed his golden ticket. "All right, Draco. I want a kiss."

Draco looked at him in horror. "I'm not bloody kissing you, Potter."

"Oh, yes, you are," Harry replied gleefully. "But I'll tell you what – I'll kiss you. Tonight, at my place, for as long as I want."

"I'm not gay," Draco hissed.

"I am," Harry replied. "Tonight at six. For as long as I want, Draco."

"Fine." Draco's shoulders sagged. "But you will speak of this to no one, do you hear me? And after you're finished, we're square, and I don't want to speak to you ever again."

"Fine," Harry echoed. "And on your part, no wasting my time with protests. You've agreed, and I intend to make the most of my time with you tonight. After that, you're free to go." Unless I can convince you to stay.

Draco gave a curt nod. "Agreed. Six, then."

Harry just smiled.

~~~~~~~

He looked around one final time. Everything was perfect.

When the knock sounded at his door, Harry glanced at the clock in nervous excitement. Draco was right on time. He opened the door. "Hello, Draco."

"Potter."

"Come in, please." Harry led Draco inside and took his coat. "You're looking gorgeous this evening."

Draco made a face. "I'll thank you to keep that sort of talk to a minimum."

Harry laughed. "Oh, lighten up. You're about to have my mouth on you, and for hours. Follow me."

Draco did so, grumbling, and Harry led him to the bedroom.

"Why are we in here? Can't we do this out there?" Draco asked, his voice slightly higher pitched than usual.

"No," Harry replied simply. "No protests, Draco. Are you ready to begin?"

Draco swallowed and nodded, then closed his eyes. They flew open again when he felt Harry's hands unfastening his belt. "What are you doing? You said you wanted to kiss me, Potter! This wasn't part of the deal!"

"Oh, yes, it was. I didn't say just where I wanted to kiss you, but you still agreed."

"But…you…" Draco sputtered. "So you want to – to suck my cock?"

Harry licked his lips. "Mmm, yes, I do. But not tonight. Tonight I intend to kiss you… elsewhere."

Draco's eyebrows shot up. "Fuck you, Potter! That's – it's sick, it's –"

"Draco." Harry gripped Draco's biceps. "You made an oath by accepting my terms. You probably should have known better than to take what I said at face value. I'm not going to hurt you – quite the opposite, in fact. I just want to taste the sweet arse I've been dreaming about for so long."

"You…" Draco swallowed. "I'm not… I don't want things up my arse."

"I won't put anything there but my tongue, unless you change your mind," Harry promised. "It will feel incredible, whether you want me or not. You're wasting our time, Draco. I'm going to take off your trousers and get started."

"I hate you," Draco hissed.

"I know you do," Harry replied. "But you're going to love how I make you feel." He pushed Draco's trousers and pants down his hips and grinned at Draco's not-entirely-flaccid cock. "Looks like you're not completely repulsed." Harry wrapped his hand around it and gave it a tug.

Draco growled and shoved Harry's hand away. "That's not a part of your deal, you bloody pouf. Hands off."

"No problem," Harry agreed. "But if you decide you want me to touch it – with any part of my body at all – you let me know."

"Fucking get this over with," Draco replied tersely.

"Step out of your clothes. Shoes off, too." He watched Draco undress hungrily. "Bend over the bed, gorgeous."

He'd raised his bed so that it was the perfect height for Draco to bend over it comfortably, and long silk ties were attached to the headboard. Despite the angry protests he received, he tied them around Draco's slim wrists. "Stop fretting. You won't enjoy this as much if you're tense."

"I won't enjoy it at all, you fucking queer! Do what you're going to do and let me go so that I can drink until I forget this happened."

Harry grinned and ran his hands across Draco's lower back, then down to cup his pale arse cheeks at last. "Calm down. Close your eyes and enjoy."

Harry dropped to his knees and continued to knead and caress the firm flesh. He loved the sight before him – gorgeous arse, dangling balls and cock, and thighs quivering with nervous energy. He planned to be gentle and he knew Draco would enjoy it if he allowed himself to, but he didn't want to frighten Draco. He paused in his ministrations.

"Draco, listen… if I hurt you in any way or it's too much for you to handle, I will let you go, debt cleared. I'm not going to force you into anything, and I only want to give you a bit of pleasure, if you'll let me."

"Fine." Draco's voice was muffled. "Just get it over with."

Harry needed no further urging. He parted Draco's cheeks carefully and all but salivated at the sight of the tiny hole nestled between them. He whispered a wandless spell, and at the whimper he heard he squeezed Draco's arse reassuringly. "Just a cleaning charm, gorgeous. No worries."

Harry took another look at Draco's virgin hole and then leaned in. He licked a broad stripe up the hidden flesh, perineum to lower back, and took time to drag his tongue slowly over the pucker. He closed his eyes and repeated the action again and again. Draco tasted like heaven.

Draco was silent, but the way he arched his back and opened his legs further told Harry he was paying attention. Harry rubbed his thumb briefly over Draco's twitching hole before he dove back in. He licked the hole, tracing each minute wrinkle with the tip of his tongue, and began to nibble at the skin at the perimeter of the opening.

Harry pulled back to look at the reddened pucker. Draco's breathing had quickened and his muscles were tense, but Harry couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or discomfort. "Are you all right?"

"Yes." Draco's voice was barely audible.

"Good." Harry pulled Draco's cheeks open wider, making the pucker stretch, and placed a kiss directly on top of it before returning his tongue to the small opening. He teased it, pushing the tip of his tongue slightly inside, and then lapped at it repeatedly. He sucked on the sensitive surrounding skin until the whole area was bright with color.

When he couldn't stand it any longer, he stiffened his tongue into a point and began to press inside Draco's tight entrance slowly. Draco made a muffled noise that sounded like a moan, and Harry spread his cheeks as far as he could and buried his face in Draco's arse. His tongue slipped inside at last and Harry wished it was longer. He wanted to taste as much of Draco as possible.

He worked his tongue around inside as much as he could manage with the short appendage, loosening the muscle as it slowly began to relax. He pulled it partially out and then thrust it back inside while rubbing at Draco's perineum with his thumbs at the same time. He pressed on the spot over Draco's prostate, wishing he could touch it directly. He wanted to explore Draco's arse fully.

When his jaw was tired, he pulled his tongue out and sat back to study his work. The hole had just a bit of a gape to it, and saliva was dripping from it in a way that made Harry long to shove his cock inside. He traced the tender rim with a finger, and Draco bucked slightly against the touch, but remained silent.

Harry reached for the tray he'd placed just under the bed. It was time to spice things up a bit… or cool them down. "Draco, I'm going to do something different now. You'll feel a bit cold, but I'll heat it back up. Is that all right?"

"Whatever." Draco sounded slightly interested, though he was clearly trying not to, and Harry grinned.

"Here we go." Harry took an ice cube from a dish he'd protected with a Cooling Charm. The ice wasn't really cube-shaped; rather, it was longer and about as thick as one of Harry's fingers. He ran the edge of the ice around Draco's hole and grinned when Draco released an audible gasp.

After teasing the rim for a few moments with the rapidly melting ice, Harry laid it aside and blew on the hole at close range, assaulting the cool skin with hot air. He licked the dripping skin vigorously until it warmed beneath his tongue again, and then he picked up another piece of ice.

He repeated his previous actions, but this time when the ice began to melt he pressed it against Draco's opening until the hole gave way. Draco's arse all but sucked the ice inside, and Harry waited for Draco to blow up at him, but all he got was a long, throaty moan that made his balls tighten.

Harry sealed his lips around Draco's cool arsehole and sucked hard until the ice, considerably smaller from its short stay in Draco's hot passage, was pulled into his mouth. He spit it out and immediately thrust his tongue back inside Draco's hole.

Draco widened his legs further and pushed his arse outward. His breathing was heavy and quick, and Harry cheered mentally. He knew Draco was no longer going to be able to deny he enjoyed Harry's activities with any validity.

Harry reached between Draco's legs and caressed the soft sac he found there with his fingertips while he continued to tongue Draco's hole vigorously. Daring to move a little further, he ran the pad of his index finger up the underside of Draco's rock-hard erection. Sticky fluid was dripping from the tip, and Harry collected it with his finger. He expected a protest for touching Draco's cock but it didn't come until Harry took his finger away. Draco made an angry noise and Harry grinned against Draco's arse.

Harry pulled away from Draco reluctantly and sucked the precome from his finger. "You taste delicious everywhere, gorgeous."

Draco grunted impatiently and Harry chuckled when his legs crept even further apart. He dipped a finger into the other dish on the tray, this one filled with lube. He didn't know how far Draco would let him go but he hadn't wanted to have to fumble with containers. He raised his hand and pressed a lubed fingertip against Draco's hole. It slid in easily to the first knuckle, and he stopped.

"Is this all right?"

"Does it matter?" Draco snapped hoarsely.

"Absolutely. I did promise nothing but my tongue, though I cheated a bit with the ice, but I won't enter you with any other part of me without your consent. You can always ask me to stop. Is this all right?" Harry dared to press his finger a little further in and rotated it slowly.

"I… all right." Draco sounded embarrassed, and Harry was sure he was. It had to be difficult for Draco to admit he liked what Harry was doing.

Harry slid his finger in the rest of the way, then fucked Draco slowly with it. He pulled Draco's left cheek away as much as he could to watch his digit disappear into the hole, and after a few moments he leaned in to tongue the rim around his finger. Draco groaned and squirmed.

Harry pulled his finger out and smiled at Draco's irritated huff as he lubed his middle finger liberally. When he pressed both fingertips into Draco, he expected a token protest if nothing else. Instead, Draco was very still.

Harry took his time and worked his two fingers in carefully. Draco's arse clenched around him, and Harry rubbed Draco's lower back reassuringly. "Relax."

"Shut up," Draco hissed. His legs were shaking again.

Harry pushed his fingers in as far as he could and then twisted them. He allowed the muscles to relax before he curled them up and deliberately stroked Draco's prostate. Draco moaned loudly, and Harry silently cheered his victory.

Draco's tight opening eased bit by bit as Harry fucked him gently with two fingers. He was moaning regularly by then and rocking back to meet Harry's hand. Harry twisted and scissored his fingers a few times before pulling them out completely to examine his work. He leaned in and traced Draco's tender rim with the tip of his tongue.

"Fuck, Potter!" Draco cried. "I… please…"

"Tell me what you want, gorgeous," Harry told him. He teased Draco's arsehole with his fingertip. "I'll give it to you, I swear."

"Just… more!"

"Like this?" Harry tongued Draco's hole briefly. "Or… more like this?" He pressed two fingers back inside.

"Yes, like… like that. But more, I…"

"It's all right," Harry assured him. His stomach jumped with excitement as he dipped the first two fingers into the dish of lube and added a third. He pushed into Draco's loosened hole carefully and placed a kiss on Draco's arse cheek. "So fucking hot, your greedy little hole."

Draco only groaned in response, and Harry felt his muscles working to accept the larger intrusion. He moved his hand slowly, working his fingers in and out, and when Draco's hole was relaxed he thrust into him harder. Draco cried out and his legs shook as he tried to move his hips to meet Harry's motions. "Fuck, I… fuck!" he moaned.

"What do you need?" Harry reached between pale, trembling thighs and squeezed Draco's heavy sac. "It's yours. You've only to ask."

"I want… I want…" His voice was hoarse, and Harry knew what he wanted but was too afraid to ask for.

"You want more, gorgeous?" he asked. He fucked Draco with his hand relentlessly and continued to toy with his balls. "You want my cock in you? Would you like me to fuck you, Draco?"

"Yes!" Draco nearly sobbed. "Fuck you, Potter!"

"Fuck you, actually," Harry corrected. "And I can't bloody wait." He stood and released the spell on the bed, allowing it to drop a bit and the ties to come undone. "Up you go. It'll be more comfortable for both of us."

Harry watched Draco scramble up onto the bed and position himself with his arse in the air. His hole wasn't the same tiny pucker it had been when Harry had first seen it; rather, it was glistening with lube and saliva and stretched for Harry's use. He knew that despite the preparations Draco would still be tight, and his cock was aching with the need to fill that unfucked hole.

He slicked his cock quickly and climbed up behind Draco, then positioned himself and pressed forward. The pressure on his cock head was nearly unbearable for a moment – the sheer bliss of finally entering Draco almost sent him over the edge. He took a deep breath and rubbed Draco's back soothingly as his head finally popped past the rings of muscle.

"All right?" he croaked, pausing in his motions when all he wanted to do was shove inside as hard and fast as he could.

"Yeah." Draco's voice was thin and Harry could see his fists clutching at the blankets on the bed.

He pushed slowly inside until he was finally completely sheathed. He allowed Draco a few moments to get used to the feeling, but he soon couldn't wait any longer and he started to move.

Draco's back was taut and muscled below smooth skin, and Harry ran his hands across the pale flesh as he thrust into Draco slowly. No one he'd fucked had ever felt this right, this perfect, and he knew it was simply because it was finally the man he wanted more than any other on his knees before him. Draco Malfoy was on his bed, and his arse was wrapped around Harry's cock like the best fucking holiday gift in the world. He threw his head back and moaned, and began to thrust harder.

Draco arched his back and wailed when Harry angled his hips and delivered a particularly hard thrust. Harry gripped Draco's waist and did his best to hit the same spot as often as possible. His own moans mingled with Draco's as he fucked him harder, faster, and without notice his orgasm consumed him and he erupted with a scream, hips shooting forward erratically and come flooding like wildfire into Draco's clenching passage.

Harry breathed heavily and looked down. He shuddered with residual pleasure when he saw his softening cock slide slowly out of Draco's sloppy arsehole. Realizing his lover hadn't yet come, he flipped him over and took the entire length of Draco's reddened erection into his mouth.

Draco moaned and lifted his knees toward his chest. Harry accepted the unspoken invitation and pushed three fingers into Draco's dripping hole. His cock began to fill again at the sensation of his own come coating his fingers inside Draco's arse. Mine, he thought smugly.

He sucked Draco's cock with enthusiasm and rubbed at his prostate ruthlessly, and in moments Draco was screaming out Harry's name and spilling his hot release down Harry's throat. He whimpered as he came down from his high, with his cock still in Harry's mouth and Harry's fingers still fucking him in a lazy manner.

Harry released Draco's cock and kissed the head lightly. He nuzzled Draco's sac and began licking a path down Draco's perineum. When he reached the abused hole, he tongued it lightly. Draco lifted his legs further, allowing Harry better access, and Harry pressed open-mouthed kisses to the area, his tongue slipping inside occasionally. The taste of his own orgasm mixed with the taste of Draco's flesh was incredible.

He caressed Draco's arse cheeks as he cleaned him with his tongue. His heart was beginning to pound as he wondered what Draco would say when they finally spoke again. He'd seemed to enjoy the sex, and he was being more than agreeable about the continued contact, but would this be it? Would he go on without speaking to Harry again and pretend that it never happened, as he'd said he would?

Harry licked his way around Draco's hole and pressed his tongue inside for a final taste, and then crawled up Draco's body. His renewed erection rested against Draco's softer cock. "I guess we're finished here, then," he said quietly, looking down at Draco, whose face held an unreadable expression.

"Doesn't feel like you are," Draco commented, lifting his hips slightly to nudge Harry's cock.

Harry chuckled. "I guess that's what happens when the object of your long time fantasies is finally in your bed. I imagine I'll be hard for weeks just thinking about all this."

Draco looked away. "You can… you know, if you want. Again."

Harry's breath caught. "Yeah?"

Draco bit his lip and nodded, but still wouldn't meet Harry's eyes.

Harry slid down slightly until his cock bumped against Draco's arse. "You feel so good, gorgeous."

Draco swallowed and tilted his hips up so that his hole met Harry's prick. He reached above his head and gripped the headboard where the bonds had been. The ties still hung from his wrists.

Harry pushed in easily this time and he watched the expressions change on Draco's face. He'd missed it the first time, and he decided that this part was what he'd remember most. Watching Draco chew his lip slightly in concentration, seeing his cheeks flush and his nostrils flare as he gasped in quiet pleasure… it was a memory he'd want to replay again and again.

He thrust in and out of Draco slowly and gently, wanting this last time to go on forever. Draco finally opened his eyes and looked up at Harry. His pupils were blown and he moaned softly. Harry came undone.

"So beautiful," he groaned. He dropped his head to bury his face in the crook of Draco's neck, kissing the soft skin there again and again. He released a muffled cry when he felt tentative arms circle his torso. When he raised his head again, his eyes were wet. "Waited so long," he choked.

"It's all right," Draco whispered. He twisted his fingers in Harry's hair and pulled his head down, and their lips finally met in their first kiss.

Harry kissed Draco with a hunger he'd never possessed for anyone else. Draco had been his obsession, his fantasy, for so long, and now that he'd finally realized his dream he didn't want to give him up. He didn't want Draco to walk away from him. He wanted so much more.

His motions sped up and Draco canted his hips up so that they rocked together. Draco's cock slid back and forth, trapped between their sweat-slicked bellies, and he clung to Harry tightly as he rocketed toward his second orgasm. He whimpered and squirmed against Harry.

"Come for me, Draco," Harry breathed, his own balls tightening at the tortured pleasure he saw on Draco's face.

Draco cried out and warm fluid spurted between their bodies. The convulsive tightening of his arsehole around Harry's cock was more than enough to snap Harry's last thread of control, and he filled Draco with his release once more.

He stayed where he was, panting to catch his breath, and finally opened his eyes and smiled down at Draco. "That was lovely," he said softly, tilting his head to place a kiss on Draco's lips. It landed on his cheek instead when Draco turned his face away.

"Move, please," he said stiffly.

"I – sorry." Harry rolled to the side. "Where –"

"I believe we're done here, are we not?" Draco summoned his wand and performed a Cleaning Charm on himself, then stood and began to dress quickly.

"Well, I… yes." Harry watched helplessly as Draco fastened his trousers. "I thought we might –"

"I believe you promised me you'd never speak of this to anyone, and agreed that we never need to acknowledge each other again. Can I still hold you to your word?" Draco finally looked at Harry, and his eyes were cold. Gone was the man who had moaned and writhed beneath him, who had offered himself to Harry a second time, who had kissed him so sweetly. Malfoy had returned.

"Yes," Harry whispered, dropping his head into his hands. "I promise."

He didn't look up again, but he heard Draco leave and the muffled crack of Apparition from outside his door. He curled up on the bed and buried his face in the pillow.

~~~~~~~~~

Weeks passed, and Harry hadn't seen more than Draco's back from a distance. He wasn't sure if Draco was avoiding him, but he was certainly avoiding Draco. He had no desire to fight or cry or something equally humiliating, and he really didn't know which he could expect when he next saw Draco face to face.

He had taken to avoiding his friends, who were continually tried to pry in their well-meaning way, because he had no desire to tell them what was wrong. They didn't know anything about what had happened with Draco. He'd given his word, after all, and he really didn't feel like discussing it anyway. He figured it would pass eventually, and that he'd even start going out with other men again once he'd gotten over his disappointment and depression.

He wanted to believe that, anyway.

One Friday evening, eight weeks to the day since his night with Draco, Harry was huddled on his sofa with a book and a mug of tea when a knock sounded at the door. He sighed, hoping it wasn't Hermione – she'd stopped believing that he was just in a bad mood and was torturing him for answers more than ever.

It wasn't.

"Potter," Draco greeted him. "Might I come in?"

Harry stared at him, open-mouthed. "I… sure." He stepped aside and closed the door when Draco was inside.

Draco shoved his hands into his coat pockets. "Haven't seen you much around the Ministry."

"I believe that was the deal," Harry said quietly. "I keep my word."

"Yes, you do," Draco agreed. "Thank you."

"Is that why you're here? To thank me for not tarnishing your reputation?"

"No, not really. Though I do appreciate it. I'm not gay, Potter."

"Of course," Harry replied between gritted teeth. "People like me are disgusting. You could never possibly be this way."

"No, that isn't it at all. I'm just not attracted to men. I've never been interested in… the sorts of things we did here."

Harry closed his eyes momentarily. "Just… just go, Draco. I realize that you were paying off your life debt, but for me it was… it was special. I'm trying very hard not to fall apart here."

"That's the thing. I don't believe my debt has been paid."

"What?"

"Well, sure, the whole Fiendfyre thing. But you spoke on my behalf at the trial, and then there's the whole killing the Dark Lord thing… we'd all be dead if not for you, I'm sure. He was mad."

"Right…" Harry said slowly. "But I don't intend to collect life debts from the whole of the wizarding world. I don't think it even works that way. As for the trial, you did help me by not giving me away at the Manor. I think we're even."

"Potter." Draco stepped close to him. "I'm trying here. Surely I owe you some sort of debt after all the years we've known each other. I'm come here so that you can collect."

"You're… not gay," Harry said faintly.

Draco's mouth curled up at the corners. "Yes, well, perhaps I was a bit hasty in defining that. Seems I didn't have all the information I needed. It's taken me a bit to come to terms with things, so to speak, but I can't stop thinking about that night, Potter. Harry."

"Draco." Harry stroked his cheek tentatively with the backs of his fingers.

Draco turned his face and kissed Harry's hand. "I want more. I want you to do those things to me again. I want to do them to you. And I want only you."

"Yeah?" Harry slid Draco's coat off his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt slowly. "You want me to kiss you again, like I did before?"

Draco shivered as Harry's fingers brushed over his nipples. "Yes. Very much."

Harry unbuckled Draco's belt and pushed his trousers and pants down. Draco was already erect and dripping. "You want my tongue inside you?" He squeezed Draco's cock.

Draco hissed. "Yes!"

Harry lifted one of Draco's legs to curl around his hip and searched out his hole. "You want me to lick you here and stroke you until you come?"

Draco threw his head back when Harry pressed just his fingertip into Draco's hole. "Fucking… yes, Harry!"

Harry grinned, imagining Draco spread out and moaning for him while he devoured Draco's arse. "Let's go to bed, then. I'll give you a kiss."