Zuko thinks that's rough, buddy (fireprincezuko) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-14 18:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, draco malfoy, zuko |
Who: Zuko and Draco Malfoy
What: Recovery
When: Directly after this
Where: Their place
Rating: High. Basically this is just sex, ngl
Status: Complete
With things for the moment settled at the hospital, the boys eventually found their way home. The two car thing was a little weird, and now that Zuko wasn't pumped full of adrenaline, he felt a little strange driving alone -- but managed it decently enough. Draco had been, of course, quite a good teacher. A little more parking practice and he could probably just go take the drivers' test.
Moving into the apartment, Zuko sighed as he closed the door behind them. It was very early morning now, the sun just dripping out over the sky. He found himself a little annoyed with it. The night? It'd been a bit of a total wash.
Draco was impressed with Zuko’s driving even if he had been worried. He’d have been perfectly happy to leave it at the hospital and have someone fetch it in the morning but Zuko hadn’t wanted the extra bother.
Once they were in the apartment and he heard Zuko’s sigh Draco gathered his husband into his arms and simply held him. “Tired?” he asked gently.
The Japanese boy never had been interested in extra bother of any kind; he was constantly put about about that sort of thing, really. “Kind of,” Zuko said, melting into Draco a little bit. It was clear that his state of shock had more or less worn off, and he was acting as normally as he could, considering the situation.
He didn’t really think he could sleep yet though, and so shrugged. “Kind of want a shower.”
Draco nodded, “Your wish is my command” he said placing a chaste kiss on Zuko’s lips before leading him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them. He turned on the shower letting it get to the correct temperature while he carefully removed Zuko’s clothes.
Oh. Locking the door. So smart. There’d been a time when Zuko hadn’t thought much about closed doors, or the benefits to locking them. No more.
Zuko sighed, rather enjoying Draco’s overly-gentle ministrations for the night (for now, anyway). “You’re being very kind,” he pointed out, letting his borrowed hoodie slip off from his shoulders.
Draco smirked slightly moving closer his hands undoing Zuko’s pants, “Trying to say I’m not always kind?” he asked giving a puppy dog look.
Zuko gave a dismissive snort at that, because really it wasn’t worth responding to. But he ended up doing it anyway, even as he stepped out of his jeans. “You are. Just. More today.”
Draco laughed lightly at Zuko’s snorting, “My protective instinct might still be pretty high” he shrugged simply, no point in denying it really as he pulled his own shirt over his head.
He had a point there, and so Zuko could only half nod at that. Draco’s protective streak was always there, but lord knew Zuko got into enough shit recently where he’d probably straight broken the switch into a constant ‘on’ position for the blonde. “Well. Thanks.”
“Thank me later” Draco said with a cheesy wink before finishing undressing himself and slapping Zuko’s ass to move him towards the shower, “Come on in the shower with you” he smiled.
Letting out a little noise at the slap, Zuko rubbed away the tiny burn with a petulant pout (right, like he hadn’t like it.) before stepping into the hot stream and making room for Draco there as well. Oh, yes. He’d needed this.
That damn pout, it never failed to make Draco want to kiss his husband senseless. Stepping under the stream he let them both enjoy the water for a minute before soaping up a cloth and running it over Zuko’s shoulders and back.
Probably that was why Zuko even bothered to make a face like that. Still, it had to be used in a sparing sense, so Draco would never be less weakened by it.
He gave a contented little sigh, half melting into the wall--forehead leaning against the tiles there- in order to allow more room for Draco to work.
In truth Draco couldn’t imagine a time when it wouldn’t work on him but he was a romantic sod really.
Kneeling in the shower stall he soaped Zuko’s ass and legs, probably lingering more than he needed to. Biting gently on the cheek in front of him before kissing it he slid his hands up to Zuko’s hips indicating that he should turn around.
Zuko let out a snort of amusement at the bit, but said nothing even as he let himself be turned around, hands and head resting on the porcelain tiles again, eyes closed and water spraying in his face. While earlier he’d just felt weary, at least now there was a nice bit of relaxed in there, too.
Draco ran the cloth up the front of Zuko’s legs, nuzzling his face into the other boys stomach as he moved the cloth over and around his cock. He placed kisses along Zuko’s stomach and sides as his hands worked the soapy cloth between his legs moving back to brush softly over his asshole too.
Moving to settle one of his hands into Draco’s wet hair, Zuko tilted his head down to look at Draco through soaked bangs. “C’mere,” he murmured softly, urging his husband to stand.
Placing one last kiss on the wet skin in front of him Draco rose, wrapping his arms around Zuko as he checked, “You okay?”
“Yes,” Zuko settled his chin on Draco’s shoulder and just leaned in close. He was as fine as could be expected, and saw no reason to make it a negative response, considering that. He supposed he’d just wanted a hug.
Draco was more than happy to provide a hug, he placed the cloth on the little shower shelf before holding Zuko tightly to him. Breathing him in and thanking whatever was out there that he’d found this incredible man.
Zuko hardly considered himself incredible, but that wasn’t really the point here. “Thanks,” he said again, because he thought Draco deserved it. At the very least, he’s started steering clear of all those apologies from earlier.
Definitely wasn't the point right now. "Anytime" Draco replied because really if he couldn't be there for his husband who could? Though Draco was glad the apologies had stopped, they were harder to deal with somehow.
Understandably so. “Mmph,” Zuko said, and he was well aware it wasn’t a word. Still, he was comfortable now, and the water was really helping in one of those metaphorical wash away the stress sort of ways. “Want a turn?” He was asking that of the soap.
Draco was glad the water was helping, he'd felt the tenseness in Zukos body earlier and had wanted to ease it then.
He shook his head, "Right now I don't want to move" he murmured into Zuko's hair, besides he wanted this to just be about comforting Zuko and making sure he was relaxed.
“Okay,” Zuko said, wiggling his chin a little until he was comfortable again on Draco’s shoulder. He wasn’t generally very talkative, but today he really seemed to have very little to say. Anyway, this was nice, and he was inclined to agree.
The silence between them was comfortable, it usually was and Draco didn’t mind that Zuko was quieter than usual. It was understandable after everything that had happened that night.
They stood there for a while more, Zuko leaning against the wall of the shower, resting his cheek on Draco’s shoulder and closing his eyes. A good few minutes passed and the Japanese boy had to move, but didn’t yet. His fingers had gone all wrinkled. “M’gonna fall asleep here,” he half murmured.
In truth Draco was also beginning to feel really sleepy standing there with Zuko under the warm water. When Zuko spoke he nodded, “Okay, let’s go to bed. It’s going to be way more comfortable in there” he smiled as he turned off the water. Stepping out of the cubicle, still supporting Zuko he grabbed a towel to wrap gently around his husbands shoulders before the cool air could cause too much of a chill.
Zuko's fingers wrapped around the towel ends automatically, and he gave the blond a half smile before making a half assed attempt at drying himself off. He didnt bother with his dripping hair at all. "Okay," he said, handing over the towel as if Draco couldn't find a new one of his own.
Draco took the towel and dried off quickly himself, grabbing a smaller towel from the pile he placed it on Zuko’s head drying his hair a little just so it wasn’t dripping too much then doing the same with his own. Grabbing their robes from the back of the door where they were now always kept - to make sure there was no inappropriate flashing of Pansy - before heading to their room.
Once safely in their room, Zuko shrugged himself out of the robe and towel, leaving them on the back of a nearby chair. Then he crawled into the bed, frowning at the sunshine from the window that so blatantly said it was day time. Fuck sunshine. He pressed his face into a pillow in revolt.
Draco took his own robe off, leaving it on the floor instead of thinking to place it on a chair. Laying next to Zuko he picked his wand off the bedside table and cast a spell on the window causing the sunshine to disappear and leave the room in darkness. Much better. Rolling over he once again wrapped his arms around Zuko contentedly.
Whenever Draco did magic, Zuko felt a little cheated in the dreams and powers department. So multipurpose. And all he could do was burn things. Hm. Whatever.
He rolled over so that he could press his face into the curve of Draco’s shoulder, let out a little mmph of a noise. Admittedly, he felt a little guilty laying there, while his sister was in the hospital. But what could he do?
Draco happened to think that Zukos ability was incredibly impressive. He could summon fire for crying out loud and without the need for a wand. It was awesome. And a turn on.
Breathing in the fresh smell of him Draco felt the tension begin to leave his body. He too felt a little guilty but they had done all they could and the hospital were under strict orders to call them if anything happened.
Pressing his nose into Draco’s shoulder, Zuko closed his eyes. Zuko knew that he was fairly self sufficient -- he was pretty okay at taking care of himself, and didn’t really need much in the way of protection -- but sometimes he couldn’t ignore the overwhelming feeling of safeness that was Draco’s embrace. It was -- well. Relieving? “Love you,” he said, because sometimes he was sure he didn’t say it enough.
Smiling Draco pressed a kiss to the top of Zukos head, "Love you too" he said with a little squeeze.
Zuko gave a pause, as if letting that sink in and then gave half a nod. “Good.” It was probably a poor response, in immediate retrospect.
Draco couldn't help but chuckle at that response, "So glad you approve" he teased.
“Shut up,” Zuko said, but totally didn’t mean it, since he was nuzzling a little closer at the same time.
That just made Draco chuckle more but he nuzzled back placing a couple of quick kisses on Zuko’s cheek.
Draco’s chuckle made him laugh a little too, although he wasn’t really even sure why. It just seemed like the proper thing to do, he supposed. Emotions were always a little weird, and his were definitely a bit more out of whack than usual today. Either way, he lazily messed the blond’s still damp hair.
Had Draco been the sort of man to purr he would have when Zuko played with his hair, as it was he let out a very manly sound. His fingertips tracing random patterns on the skin beneath his hands.
Right Draco. Manly. Sure.
“... Want to have sex?” Normally, Zuko wouldn’t ask -- not really, because the two of them usually knew exactly what was up when it came to these sorts of things. But frankly, it’d been a traumatic night, and Zuko wasn’t sure that they were exactly on the same wavelength here, because he wasn’t even sure what kind of wavelength he was on. Still, he knew he wanted to feel something properly good that gave the perfect kind of distraction from any thoughts at all.
"I always want to have sex with you" Draco told him with a grin, "You sure though? You've been through a lot tonight" As much as he simply wanted nothing more than to shag his husband senseless he was sensitive enough to make sure Zuko was truly okay first.
“I don’t want to have to think about it anymore right now,” Zuko murmured, and while that wasn’t the healthiest reasoning to want to have sex, it was fairly legitimate, he thought. Draco was sensitive about that sort of thing, though -- always the first one to make sure he wasn’t accidentally taking advantage. It was why he’d asked in the first place. He didn’t want his husband to feel weird about it - that’d be unfair.
It wasn't the healthiest reasoning and Draco was still worried about taking advantage but the part that wanted to help Zuko was winning the internal battle right now. He'd go slowly, no pushing, then if Zuko changed his mind he could stop. Pulling back slightly he looked down at Zuko before kissing him lovingly, hand brushing his hair.
Zuko wasn’t in the habit of changing his mind about much of anything ever, so there wasn’t much to worry about there. For just a moment, Zuko blinked golden eyes before meeting Draco’s gaze. Look, no doubts. And then fingers found hip bones and he was kissing back with a snuff of a pleased noise.
Draco appreciated the reassurance in Zuko’s eyes and deepened the kiss as a result. His hands skimming skin with an entirely different agenda in mind to earlier.
Which, really, was exactly what Zuko wanted - for Draco’s hands and mouth to erase any worries from his mind. It was a thing that Draco was very good at, even when Zuko wasn’t troubled at all. He nibbled the blond’s lips, wriggling underneath him.
Erasing worries was definitely a task Draco was happy to undertake at any time. Catching Zuko’s bottom lip between his teeth he smiled before releasing it to kiss him, lips sliding across his cheek to place kisses behind his ear and down his neck. Hands gliding over the chest beneath him.
Letting out a pleased little sigh, Zuko closed his eyes and moved slightly to settle his hands on Draco’s waist -- it was a spot he liked very much -- fingers curving into the dip of hipbones.
Draco quite liked that Zuko had a favorite spot on his body, he didn't mind at all. He slowly kissed his way down his husband's body, peppering kisses over his chest, lips and tongue teasing nipples.
Zuko nearly purred. Really, this plan had been a good one. Already, he was finding himself distracted, and that was the best kind of medicine he could think of right now for his ailments. “Thank you,” he murmured yet again, tilting his hips up a little.
Draco didn't reply but simply smiled into Zuko's skin as he pressed yet more open mouthed kisses to his stomach and sides. Hands slipping down to trace along thighs, for now avoiding the one area that obviously wanted attention.
The Japanese boy slid his fingers up from Draco’s waist to brush along all the skin leaning up to the lazy grip he found on his husband’s hair. This bit always left him a little frustrated -- erection almost painful as he whined and hoped and waited for Draco to do something positively nice. Today, he liked it more than usual -- really, that was saying something.
Draco knew Zuko's body well enough to understand even the subtle signals he gave. So he continued with the teasing. Hands, lips and tongue still giving pleasure just not yet where Zuko wanted it most.
“Tease.” Tightening his grip in Draco’s hair, Zuko pulled him up a little so that he could steal a proper kiss. Sometimes he just wanted those.
Draco couldn't deny it, he was a tease but Zuko also couldn't deny that he loved it so they were even. He happily obliged to the unspoken request and kissed Zuko deeply and thoroughly.
No, he really couldn’t deny that. There was little more that Zuko liked better than sex with Draco, even if the blond did tease. Especially because he did. He kissed back more than happily -- hand sliding down a bit to stroke against Draco’s erection even as they did so. It wasn’t quite cheating.
It was very much cheating but Draco was too busy moaning into Zukos mouth to complain, not that he would have anyway. Whinge maybe, but never complain. He moved his hips to push into Zukos hand more, attempting to increase the pressure.
Zuko might have had a strong preference for bottoming, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to take charge of a situation; he was a born leader of sorts, after all. He firmed his grip, picking up on Draco’s not very subtle demands.
He was too turned on for subtle, sometimes asking for what you wanted was much better, verbally or non-verbally. Dragging his mouth away from Zukos he buried his head in his husband's shoulder and sucked the skin at his neck.
Zuko threaded the fingers of his free hand into Draco’s hair - not quite tugging on it, but close and let out an appreciative little noise of his own. He tilted his head to the side a little, allowing the blond a little more space to work with. He was a thoughtful sort.
He was very thoughtful. Draco appreciated having a husband who didn't mind the possessive marking Draco so loved to do. Something which, strangely, had only seemed to have increased since they married. Maybe Draco now felt more of a right to do it. Anyway he wasn't about to turn down more space and he went to work on Zukos neck sliding his hand down to grip his ass too.
Zuko never minded the red marks and bruises -- he often wore them proudly, and with the air of someone completely smug about it. It was only a little weird, since he so often wore a sweatshirt with its’ hood up to hide the glaring scar across his face. That, though, was not something he had given consent to - was not something he had writhed and begged for. Not like he did for Draco’s affections.
He let out a little huff of a breath, closing amber eyes in a gesture of distraction.
True Draco did love making Zuko writhe and beg, it was so incredibly hot and somewhat flattering too. Gliding his hand from Zukos ass he walked his fingers over the skin of his lower body until he felt the heat of his cock, wrapping his hand around it to slowly pump.
That particular gesture made the two of them an odd tangle of limbs, but Zuko didn’t seem to mind. “Fuck,” he mumbled out, tightening his grip on Draco’s erection almost absently.
“Soon” Draco mumbled with a smirk that turned into a gasp as Zuko’s hand tightened, causing his own to move with more purpose as his hips also thrust in rhythm with the hand on Zuko’s cock.
Zuko let out a little gasp of his own at that -- which quickly turned into a groan. His fingers tightened in Draco’s hair, pulling, and he stole another kiss from the man -- although it was a bit unsteady, that did not make it any less needy.
Draco happily kissed Zuko once again, his hand still moving, giving his wrist a twist every now and then and allowing his thumb to brush over the head.
Whimpering into Draco’s mouth, Zuko huffed and mewled a little -- with his husband nearly completely on top of him it was very hard to arch his back into it - but he tried desperately anyway. This had been what he’d wanted, and it was nearly perfect. “Christ,” he murmured out.
Draco smiled into his husband’s mouth, ears soaking up the sounds Zuko was making, arousal deepening with the knowledge that he was the cause. Making his way to Zuko’s neck he placed wet open mouthed kisses along the skin, biting Zuko’s earlobe before soothing it with his tongue and blowing cool air over the wet skin.
He actually shivered over that one, closing his eyes groaning a little stupidly. Sometimes Draco made him stupid. It seemed fair though, behind closed doors. He ran his thumb over the tip of Draco’s cock, and then sighed. “I need you to fuck me now,” he said it so matter of factly -- Zuko was not amazingly good at dirty talk. Perhaps more practice was necessary.
Zuko’s dirty talk was straightforward and told Draco exactly what was needed so he couldn’t really complain and it was better than meaningless flowery words. Hearing Zuko ask to be fucked caused Draco to kiss down Zuko’s chest as he used his hands to bend his husbands legs in order to fulfill that wish.
Well, Zuko was nothing if not blunt, and apparently that worked in all kinds of situations. He approved tremendously of Draco dropping the teasing and going along with it. He scooted up a little, pressing bites of kisses onto the blond’s jawline and neck.
Reaching up and under the pillow Draco retrieved the lube and quickly coated his fingers before sliding one slowly into Zuko, wiggling it and smirking into his husband’s skin.
There was a lot to be said for toe curling fun in a time of general distress. Zuko squirmed and lifted his hips in approval, fingers finding purchase on his husband’s hips and nails pressing little crescent moon shapes there.
When he felt Zuko’s hands on his hips, fingers digging in Draco added another finger, stretching his husband as he bent his head to suckle a nipple repeating his earlier action of blowing gently across the wet skin before adding yet another finger. Twisting and bending them to find the spot inside.
“Holy--” Had he ever said Draco was good at this? Draco was good at this. Zuko closed his eyes and gave a little hum of approval, even as he squirmed a little bit underneath his husband. He couldn’t help it, sometimes.
Draco did try his best to please Zuko, it was one of his favorite pastimes actually. Smiling Draco kissed that gorgeous chest in front of him before removing his fingers and, after coating his cock, brought it to Zuko’s hole and slowly entered him.
Breath hitching, Zuko clung to his blond, adjusting and relaxing in a way that was practiced at this point. One his his hands found Draco’s hair, and he let out the little breath he’d been holding. “Mm.” Just a tiny noise, really.
Gasping as he felt the welcoming familiarity of Zuko’s body accepting him in, Draco tilted his head into the hand buried in it. Leaning his weight on one hand he placed the other on Zuko’s cheek before kissing him deeply, moving almost entirely out of him before thrusting back in.
Kissing back was a difficult thing, distracting, and Zuko delighted in it -- he knew Draco liked it when their lips were together like this, knew he liked it when Zuko would make little noises into his mouth, all words just vaguely muffled and eaten between their lips. He liked it too, honestly. Which is why he murmured vague encouraging words and whispers.
He did like it, more than like it in fact. Zuko turned him on and Zuko babbling incoherently into his mouth while he fucked the other boy turned him on even more. Something which probably became apparent as he increased his strokes, taking Zuko roughly yet still lovingly.
“God,” Zuko mumbled a little stupidly, hands moving over Draco’s shoulders, back, hips, only to settle on his ass -- encouraging. “That’s--” Awesome? Good? Exactly what he’d wanted? All of the above? Yep.
Feeling the hands settle on his ass Draco smiled, sliding his own hands down and around Zuko’s thighs he lifted the other mans legs up to rest against his shoulders. Their new position allowing Draco to go deeper with each strong thrust.
Perfect. Zuko found all those silly nonsense words again, and offered a string of them to Draco -- head tilting back against the pillows and hair sweeping into his eyes. After such a traumatic night, it was simply amazing to feel so thoroughly debauched. Even without his own erection being touched he knew he wouldn’t last much longer like this. It was too good. “Fuck,” he murmured, hands touching skin anywhere they could feasibly reach.
Of course that was Draco’s goal, the idea that he could make Zuko come just from fucking him was very appealing. More than very appealing in total honesty. Still pumping his hips forward and backward Draco turned his head to kiss the leg that was on his shoulder marking the skin where he sucked it into his mouth.
Zuko gave something of a breathy laugh over that -- it was an odd place for marking, and if he had to admit, just a little ticklish. It wasn’t a distraction that lasted long though - his fingers found Draco’s hair again, threading through the soft, still slightly damp locks. “Draco.” A harsh whisper.
Draco liked the laugh and smiled as those fingers found his own hair, “Zuko” he said, lowering his voice as he moved forward pressing deeply into Zuko as he kissed his husband. “I love you like this you know?” he whispered huskily against his lips, “Taking me all in, clenching around me, so needy and so beautiful”
Zuko gave a little gasp at that, his stomach tingling warmly at Draco’s words and actions both -- that was always the strangest of feelings, being so excited and totally enamored at the same time. Draco alone was able to do that to him. The blond was also obviously much better at bedroom speak than he was.
“Fuck,” he whimpered out, all tremble and overwhelmed in the best of ways. “Yes.” Because he did know, but he liked hearing it more than he could properly express.
Bedroom speak was fairly easy when it was Zuko he was talking to, the sappy romantic in him worked well when mixed with the extremely turned on sexual side of him. And that happened naturally when with his husband.
Draco bit at Zuko’s lips as he thrust hard and deep, “You feel so good” he ground out.
Fuck, but he liked Draco’s words and husky tone. Zuko bit and kissed back greedily - teeth and tongue clicking against Draco’s -- aim didn’t really matter at this point, it was all about feeling, anyway. His fingers only tightened more in Draco’s hair when he came with a gasp of a moan -- giving no warning because it probably wasn’t needed anyway.
Feeling Zuko’s release gave Draco his own, thrusting once more deeply he came hard, crying out Zuko’s name loudly before shuddering as he collapsed on top of Zuko panting against his husbands skin.
Now that the boys were a tangle of sticky, sweaty limbs, Zuko took a moment to even his breathing, and then let out a tiny giggle. “That was -- perfect.”
Draco smirked, "Perfect huh?" he kissed Zukos shoulder, currently not being able or inclined to move much further. "Good to know"
“Well,” Zuko amended, with a tired playfulness. “That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t strive to always do better.”
"You make a good point" Draco agreed, beginning to move so he didn't end up squashing Zuko, "Can't get too complacent now can we"
“Never,” Zuko agreed, twisting away a bit to give Draco some room. Really, he should shower again, because he was a hot mess. But for now, he just pressed his cheek onto Draco’s shoulder and closed his eyes. “But it was good.”
"It was" Draco reached over to grab his wand from the bedside table and performed a quick cleaning spell. He knew that one had been worth learning. Cuddling Zuko closer he sighed happily, "Love you"
That was handy. Magic was awesome, and full of surprises. Nuzzling closer, Zuko almost nodded. “Love you too,” he agreed. “Sleep now.” It wasn’t even a question.
As it wasn't a question Draco didn't answer instead he simply pulled the covers over them before gathering Zuko closer and closing his eyes.