The Epic Sexings Post; AIM log PART THE SECOND
Date: 15 October 1999 BACKDATED (BECAUSE IT TOO FOREVER TO DO) Characters: Blaise, Draco Location: Zabini Manor Warnings: Sex, whining, self discovery Summary: Blaise teaches Draco something about sharing and sex Open/Closed: Closed Status: Complete
Waking what had to have been that afternoon, or a good few hours later for sure, Draco felt the warm body beside him and decided he really didn't want to move at all. Blaise's nap had been fantastic, and he certainly felt just as rejuvenated as ever lying next to it. Draco yawned lightly, keeping his face against Blaise's skin. Looking up meant that this was over, and that he had to return to the real world--which didn't always mean being spoiled rotten.
Blaise felt Draco stir against him and yawn and smiled slightly. Lifting his hand to sift his fingers through Draco's hair, he sighed, "Have a nice nap? Aren't you glad I suggested one? I think this brings me back, once again, to the fact that I'm always right." He stretched slightly, arching his back, one arm still around Draco. "Are you hungry?"
"Mmmm." Draco barely moved at first. He was being spoiled and pampered properly; why in the world would he want to move and actually do something about this? Stretching against Blaise, however, Draco wearily glanced up and smiled sleepily at his friend. "Nap'z lovely," he mumbled, letting his words slur together lazily like they had right before he fell asleep. "Don't really fancy moving right now, though. You'll find I rather like being pampered. And you're pampering me right now, so don't stop."
Blaise snorted, "If you think this is pampering, then you're terribly easy to please. I'm not even doing anything." He stretched again, "But I'm quite happy to just lie around like a lying thing, too. Wake me again when I'm needed," he purred, nuzzling his nose into Draco's neck and closing his eyes.
"Terribly easy to please?" Draco blurted frantically, and then promptly pressed his mouth to Blaise's when he noticed his friend dropping off to sleep all of a sudden. "C'mon, Blaise! Get over yourself and get the fuck back to pampering me!" He roughly started to shake Blaise, rather annoyed that he'd been told he was "easy to please".
Bursting into laughter at Draco's frantic reaction, Blaise reached up and rested his hands on his friend's neck and shoulder to still him for a slow kiss. "I never said that was a bad thing, pet. In fact, most people like an undemanding lover. Myself included, so don't get so worked up about it." He pressed his lips to Draco's again, tangling his fingers in the hair at the nape of the blonde's neck.
"I've taken a lot of pride on being hard to please throughout my youth," protested Draco, but never the less, he let himself be taken in for that gentle, slow kiss, and settled himself against Blaise's skin comfortably once more. "Mmm. How did this happen?" he commented suddenly, pushing himself up lightly to stare down at Blaise. "I went from only a few kisses in my life from being shagged senseless and now being kissed every few minutes...not that I'm complaining."
"I'm sorry, I can't help it. You talk too much if I don't keep your mouth occupied with mine. Especially when there are so other things it could be occupied with," Blaise mused. He kissed down to the hollow of Draco's throat where he nipped and sucked between words, "That's not exactly something most would be proud of. You should try for likable, or maybe even 'cuddly'. That tittle would work pretty well," he purred on, in an amused tone of voice.
"Mmm..." Pleasantly distracted now by Blaise's mouth, the blonde struggled to formulate a relatively coherent response to whatever he was being told. "Likable is overrated. Cuddly is too. I rather like being hard....hard...." Draco trailed off as the sensation against his skin became far too much for him to handle, and he rather enjoyed whatever it was that Blaise was doing to him.
"Oh," Blaise replied in a sound somewhere between a purr and a moan as he slid a hand down Draco's torso, "Hard is something I can definitely work with." On the last few words, Blaise began lightly stroking Draco, his mouth once again occupied with the skin across Draco's collarbone.
"Ugh..." Draco moaned weakly, and suddenly, some of his inhibitions were clearly starting to fade. One of Draco's hands moved almost naturally upward until it dove into Blaise's soft hair. His mouth, acting of its own accord, shifted until he was able to mimic Blaise's actions and kiss his neck just as he was being kissed. It was the most he could do, yet it felt...amazing, to be pampered, and to share back just the same.
A low growl of encouragement started in Blaise's throat when Draco began to reciprocate his attentions. He tilted his head back to expose his neck and kept his lazy pace with his right hand. "Mmm, Draco," he purred as he left hand slid up and down Draco's side, hoping to coax a little more enthusiasm from the other.
Incredibly turned on by Blaise's growl, Draco's mouth just started to take over. He sucked deeply on Blaise's neck, and then forcefully used one hand to push Blaise's mouth away from his own neck so he could capture the other's lips by himself. His hand that wasn't currently occupied started to act on its own as well, and Draco's hand moved downward and struggled to shove off Blaise's pants. He couldn't really focus on the task, nor could he focus on what he was doing, but he knew what he wanted.
Another feral sound rolled out of Blaise's mouth as Draco's hands fumbled at his fly, his right hand stuttering and the other moving down to help him with the zip. "Merlin," he breathed between hisses when Draco's teeth caught his skin. Kissing back with equal ferocity, Blaise kept his attentions steady and unchanging, not wanting to startle Draco away.
It was better this way, now that he wasn't looking or didn't have to do this. This was what his body was telling him he wanted to do, so he was going to do it, certainly. Draco's lips sucked on every inch of skin or lip that he could get in contact with as he did kept his attention on Blaise. His hand recognized that Blaise was helping him, and Draco slowly started to shove Blaise's pants downward, more than determined to do this right. His mouth just couldn't stop latching onto Blaise, sucking and kissing almost simutaneously in his eagerness to do this.
Blaise continued to make encouraging noises as he raised and wriggled his hips free of his trousers, letting Draco move things how he wanted. Patience was his middle name, if you could believe it. But damn it if Draco wasn't pushing at the last bit of it that he had in him. Yes, no. Maybe, no. So, he lie there, waiting for Draco to do, show, say what he wanted; one hand carding through blonde hair.
Once Blaise was partially free of his trousers, Draco gazed down at his friend with pure emotion showing in his gaze. "Blaise?" he started softly, trailing one hand cautiously down Blaise's chest as the other had done to him earlier. "I'd...I'm pretty certain I'm ready to return the favor," he commented huskily, moving his hand even lower as he spoke. He found Blaise's length with his fingers and he grasped it a bit too firmly, shivering a little at the sensation that came with grabbing that.
Blaise's eyes nearly crossed as his eyelids fluttered shut, a sharp "Fuck!" hissed through his teeth as Draco's almost-too-firm grip surprised him, but it quickly dissolved into a low moan. Blaise certainly wasn't adverse to a little pain with his pleasure. "Whatever you want, pet," he purred, "just for the love of Merlin do not stop now," he ended on a growl, thrusting his hips into Draco's hand.
A grin formed on Draco's lips at that one and remembering what Blaise had just done to him, Draco's hand started to pump. Every now and then he squeezed perhaps a little too hard, mostly from inexperience with what he was doing. It just felt like it was the right thing to do, right now. His lips moved to find Blaise's lips clumsily, and it was clear that he really didn't know what to do. This just felt wonderful, really. He suddenly felt safe, even being in charge. This felt right.
Blaise continued to moan pleasantly, his hips rocking to set a pace for Draco. One hand reached down to join and guide the other's. Though, Draco had always been a fast learner. His other hand captured the back of Draco's head to hold in him a rough kiss as he bit at the swollen lips before arching his body up with a gasp, releasing into Draco's hand with a groan. As his body relaxed, he let go of Draco and smirked at the blonde, "A natural. I knew it. I suppose I should returned the favor."
He heard Blaise's words, yet Draco's mind was gone by this point. He'd just watched what was pretty much his best friend...have an orgasm. And now there was the...sticky stuff, put in his brain helpfully, stuck to his fingers. He stared at his hand distractedly, and his gaze went up to Blaise's eyes when he realized his friend had actually spoken. Rather than forming words, Draco moved quickly--almost pouncing--against the other and pressed his lips against Blaise's fiercely, possessively.
Blaise watched the wheels in Draco's head turn slowly, processing what had just happened. When Draco attacked him facially, he chuckled in the back of his throat and kissed with equal fervor, his hands wandering over Draco's sides and hair again. "I take it you approve." He nipped Draco's bottom and snaked his hand between them to begin stroking Draco.
"Mmm. Very much approve," returned Draco, and his gaze was still on the sticky stuff--as Draco's brain could only interpret what it was--on his fingers. Part of him wanted to yell at Blaise and inform the other that he needed to be cleaned first, but another part of him, just the same, didn't want to move. That part wanted to let Blaise just do what he wished now, because it was feeling absolutely wonderful. Absolutely, fantastically wonderful. He resulted in just lying where he was, unable to make his mind up one way or another, shivering with pleasure every few seconds thanks to Blaise.
Blaise watched Draco watch the mess on his hand. "You know, if it bothers you that much, we're currently surrounded by absorbent materials. Not to mention a more fun method," Blaise smirked, picking up Draco's hand with his free one and with a leering glance proceeded to lick his hand clean. Not exactly his favorite pastime, but between Blaise's mouth and tongue on his fingers and jerking him off, Draco shouldn't be able to register much of anything for a minute or two.
It wasn't necessarily that it bothered him, but it was the fact that this was a new thing. Draco generally didn't respond well to new things. When his friend began to literally lick the stuff off his fingers, however, Draco could only stare as his eyes started to glass over. And, of course, being jerked off at the same time wasn't helping that issue of concentration at all. He tried to cling to reality for as long as he possibly could manage it, but Draco failed, horribly. It took only a few more seconds before he was seeing stars. All he felt were the sensations against his body, and nothing more at all. Well, that, and the fact that Blaise was absolutely wonderful right about now.
While he waited for Draco to return to earth Blaise settled on his side and began mouthing the side of Draco's neck. Not that the blonde needed any more marks on his skin, but it was just too fascinating to watch the almost translucent skin bruise. Yes, he might have been a sadist, why do you ask? "So, give-and-take, not such a bad concept after all, is it?" he purred into Draco's ear, nuzzling.
When he finally did regain full consciousness, Draco just lay there, happy to let Blaise do whatever he wanted to him. He didn't care how badly his skin bruised, or whatever Blaise sought to do to him in response. He was absolutely fantastic, and right about now, Draco was rather content, and sleepy. "Shush, you," he commanded half-heartedly, tilting his neck back in order to give Blaise better access. "Feels bloody wonderful, that. Do I have to leave, ever?" he commented weakly, not really ever wanting to leave this safe haven. And to think, this could have been his life--rather then being at the center of the most epic war in the history of the wizarding world.
"Hmm, maybe, eventually. I mean, I plan on leaving here at some point and I can't have you lounging around like this all day. Besides, don't you have a job?" Through all of this Blaise's mouth barely left Draco's skin for more than a few words at a time. Yes, he might be marking him. Not that Blaise was possessive or anything. "So, are you going to take another nap now?"
Through Blaise's kissing, Draco interpreted his friend's statement for what it really was trying to say. He wasn't all that comfortable with being this close to each other, but Draco certainly didn't mind the comfort that came with the fact that he could at least have one person in whom he had complete confidence. "I rather don't think a nap is the right answer for the moment," commented Draco lazily, his free hand reaching up and running his fingers through the other's hair. "I think there's so much more I could learn that I haven't tried yet, before we part ways. Or...we could go out again. Anywhere." Draco smiled charmingly, leaning down and pressing a light kiss to Blaise's forehead, seeing as how his lips were otherwise occupied.
"I don't know, you just seemed a little tired," Blaise teased lightly. He rolled away from Draco and stretched out on the bed. "More things to learn, huh? Are you sure you're ready for everything I can teach you? We've barely scratched the surface. I mean, we could really be here all day and we haven't even had tea yet." Blaise smirked, "besides, I don't want to shock your delicate sensibilities again."
"Fuck that," snarled Draco suddenly, and he almost pounced on Blaise, then, his lips finding their home in Blaise's neck just as the other had been doing to him not too long ago. "I'm fucking sure I'm fucking ready for what you can fucking teach me," spat the blonde, using the term purposefully, not only to prove a point, but also to get Blaise's attention keenly on the topic at hand. "I'm quite happy to just bloody well stay right here all day long, and you should damn well know that one." Well. Blaise had said the magic words. No one called him delicate, certainly not someone who had seen him rather intimately.
Biting his lips hard to hold back the laugh that was already starting to shake his chest Blaise tilted his head back to let Draco have better access to his neck. "Oh, Draco, you're buttons are entirely too easy to push, you know that?" He ran a hand through Draco's hair, "don't worry, pet, I have every intention of teaching you everything you could possibly want to know and some things you probably don't." Blaise undulated his body into Draco's, purring, "So, what do you want your next lesson to be on?"
"Don't bloody well care," remarked Draco contently, sucking the skin delicately as he continued his actions from before Blaise started to speak. "And they're only easy because I let you push them. Right now, you've got stuff I want. That's why." Draco smiled lightly. "But normally, Blaise, you should know my buttons aren't so easy to find, let alone push. This weekend...is different." Draco pressed one final, determined kiss to Blaise's neck, then he pulled back lightly. "What would be next on the agenda, then?" he questioned curiously, one brow lifting slowly. He was far too curious for his own good, or so it seemed.
Blaise valiantly stopped a wry smile from twisting his mouth too much and nodded. "Of course not, Draco, how silly of me." Shrugging lightly he looked up at Draco, "there are a lot of things we could do. Kinking up stuff we've already done, I could teach you a million things you could do with that pretty little mouth... It all comes down to what you feel most comfortable about. I mean, last time I mentioned reciprocation you flipped out, so this show is in your hands." Blaise crossed his arms over his chest, his challenge named. "Or, of course, we could just go shopping. Not to mention I am just a little peaky," he mused, inspecting the fingernails of his left hand.
The blonde stared down at Blaise casually, challenging him with a dark stare right back. He stared, unable to formulate a proper response straight away. Was he ready for more? Most of Draco was SCREAMING yes, yes he was ready. He was very much ready for this. "Last time was also my first time, Blaise, and you should damn well know that new things generally..." Draco hesitated briefly. "You know what? Fuck it. Teach me what you know. Not everything. I'm not ready to fuck you, I'll give you that. Anything up to that, I think I'm willing to try." He wasn't going to be afraid of this, especially as this was Blaise he was referring to.
Blaise 'hmmed' thoughtfully, "I suppose the next logical step, then is fellatio. Do you think you're ready to... take that on?" Blaise stretched again, "to be perfectly honest, however, I think we should at least get something to drink. don't want to get dehydrated or anything,"
Draco's eyes widened at Blaise's comment. He'd heard the term, of course, but he didn't actually know what it was .His gaze drifted back to Blaise skeptically, staring at his friend slowly. "Something to drink, I suppose, would be in order before that, as you've got some explaining to do before hand," remarked Draco boldly then, giving Blaise a solid stare to see if his friend would get the point he was trying to get across.
"Alright then, I'll have the elves bring us some tea, you at least put on a robe, and I'll draw up a diagram," Blaise called his elf and requested tea to be brought to his room, wondering how exactly to explain to Draco. He personally found the usual descriptions vulgar, so he wasn't all that keen on it. When the tea had been set up, he sat down and looked at Draco. "What I'm talking about it what I did to you this morning. First thing. Do you remember?"
Summoning the robe from earlier, Draco slipped it on around him and drew the string close, cuddling up against the warmth the cloth provided. Once the tea was in front of them, Draco took a small sip from his cup before answering Blaise's question. "Of course I do," he commented airily. How could he have forgotten everything that Blaise had done to him. "That's all? What's with the fucking fancy terminology for it, then?"
"Well," Blaise drawled, sipping his own tea, "I find the phrase 'suck my dick' to be a little on the vulgar side. Not to mention demeaning." He shrugged lightly, "I didn't think you'd appreciate it. However, I'm flexible, and could sound like a cheap American porno film. If the situation calls for it." Blaise looked over his tea cup inquiringly.
"Oh?" Draco questioned lightly, lifting a brow in response to those words. "I think your word choice is adequate, then, Blaise." He smiled charmingly, flashing his perfectly white teeth toward the other. "Although, I think before that occurs, some nourishment might be necessary." Leave it to Draco to slip back into slightly formal speech in an unknown situation.
Blaise couldn't help the smirk that pulled at his lips, he really shouldn't make the joke. He really, really, shouldn't. I suppose you're right," Blaise nodded, his mouth continuing to twist in amusement, "If you think tea will be insufficient, we can retire to the kitchen to get something more." Draco was stalling, he knew it. But Blaise could wait.
The blonde smiled lightly, recognizing Blaise's slip back into formal language, and he knew it was just for him. "Yeah, that sounds rather brilliant," he commented quietly. It wasn't that he was really avoiding it. Draco was actually hungry, or so he kept telling himself. He wanted to try this...new step, he supposed was the right term to call it. It should be intriguing, whatever it is.
Blaise nodded and stood, rewrapping his own robe and gestured Draco ahead of him from the room. "And while we're there, we can experiment in the kitchen table sex department," he joked, leading the way.
Draco gave Blaise a sideways glance, suddenly wondering if maybe today was the right day to do this with his friend. He tilted his head skeptically, but left the room before Blaise and headed to the kitchen almost in silence. Once there, Draco helped himself up onto one of the barstools, casually leaning against the table as though he were very intrigued by what was to come.
Blaise opened the icebox and removed some sandwiches and pumpkin juice the elves had prepared for him and his guest and set the platter on the bar in front of Draco. Picking up half a sandwich and sliding onto his own stool, Blaise observed Draco's feigned nonchalance before sliding closer to press his lips to Draco's pulse. "Don't be so nervous, pet. You don't have to learn everything in one day. If you want, we can just enjoy a nice lunch and not do anything else."
"And...and you call giving me a hickey as nothing else?" Draco murmured in a quiet, yet eager voice. He arched his neck upward so he could let Blaise have better access to it, closing his eyes trustingly as he did so. There were sandwiches on the table, but they really didn't matter that much. This felt good, and bloody hell, Draco wished he'd gotten to know this side of Blaise before now.
Blaise slid off of his stool to lean into Draco, pining his back against the table and biting the offered neck. Shifting closer and straddling one of Draco's legs he purred, "I was merely kissing you, you're the one going wanton whenever I touch you. And I really can't resist offers like that," before running his tongue against Draco's earlobe, "But all you have to do is say the word and I'll stop. You know that, pet. Nothing you don't want."
Oh, Merlin. Biting. Draco found that rather hot, shockingly. "Nothing...nothing I don't want?" Draco practically purred right back at Blaise. "Right now? I don't want you to stop biting my neck. That was rather..." Draco gulped slowly..."fucking hot, actually. That, I can handle."
Blaise chuckled as he wrapped his hands around Draco's wrists and pinned them to the table too. Dropping his head again to bite and suck at Draco's throat, bringing his body even closer so they were chest to chest, Draco pushed against the table top. Pausing somewhere around Draco's collarbone, he purred, "That's a request I'm more than happy to oblige," before returning his mouth to more entertaining tasks.
Well. Blaise had not only successfully pinned him down, but he kept Draco from needing to reciprocate on this one. Sometimes, he really did love Blaise for this. Letting himself just be pushed backward, Draco arched himself closer to Blaise even as the other was pushing closer to him so that it was more comfortable for both of them. This felt...well, a bit like heaven, if there ever was one. He groaned lightly in pleasure, suddenly not ashamed of what they were doing, and certainly not regretting it one bit. In fact, the only thing Draco was regretting was why they hadn't gotten around to this back at Hogwarts.
Smiling as he felt Draco just submit to his whims, Blaise gave his collarbone one last, hard bite and pulled his head away, his hands and body still pinning Draco down. "You make this almost to easy," he murmured, his lips barely half an inch from Draco's, teasing.
"Yes, well," Draco whispered, barely able to formulate the proper words in response to Blaise's, "you're almost far too good at this." He breathed hard for a few seconds, his own eyes darkened with need. "Yes. You're definitely rather good at this, Blaise." A smile formed on Draco's expression, and he glanced upward at the other skeptically. "So how far did we wish to take this tonight, Blaise?"
Blaise looked thoughtful, his body and lips still just close enough to be teasing, without touching. "Hmmm," he deliberated, shifting against Draco in what had to be an annoyingly... stimulating manner. "I suppose I could make good on my kitchen table sex promise from earlier," he drawled as he switched his grip from Draco's hands to push him more on the table than the stool and moving his hips between Draco's legs. "What do you think of that, pet?" He purred, licking the hollow of Draco's throat.
"I think..." Draco shivered when he felt the other shift against him, and when he felt Blaise actually lick up and down his throat, "I think that as long as you don't bloody well stop what you're doing, I'll be quite happy." He actually elicited a small groan of eagerness, rather intrigued by this idea of having sex right here, right on this table. It would certainly be something to remember.
"Oh, no need to worry about that," Blaise growled against Draco's ear before biting the sensitive skin below it. "I wonder how long I could tease you like this first, though," he mused as he quickly untied his and Draco's robes rocking against him and mouthing his neck again.