draco_thegreat (draco_thegreat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-03 13:26:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !complete, draco malfoy, zuko |
Who: Draco + Zuko
What: Loving after a week of possession
When: After the possession plot
Where: Draco, Zuko and Pansy's place
Rating: NC-17 incl slight bondage
Status: Complete
It had been a very, very strange week. Not that Zuko could really remember much of it beyond some vague flashes here and there. Right now, he didn't want to focus on it too much. All he really knew was that he'd been possessed, killed, and then brought back to life.
Frankly, that was a little too eventful for a life time, let alone a week.
They'd made him stay overnight at -- well. Wherever it was. As soon as he'd been cleared to go though, he was out of there. Draco still had that worried look going on, and the Japanese boy felt terrible and guilty and kind of sick to his stomach about all the things that he'd put his husband through in the last month or so. He was sure Draco had faired worse than him in the last week -- at least Zuko had the benefit of not really being able to remember.
It had been a horrible week - and that was putting it mildly - Draco never wanted to feel that sort of helplessness and despair again. He’d half convinced himself that he’d never see Zuko again once the Agency had taken him away. But he was here now, Draco had a firm hold on his hand and wasn’t letting go anytime soon if ever.
As soon as they entered the house Draco wrapped his arms around Zuko and just breathed him in. “I love you” he said against Zuko’s hair, his voice desperate and shaky even now.
Zuko returned the embrace with an expression that spoke volumes of guilt. Really although he couldn’t really take any of the blame for the last month or so’s happenings, he felt like the very worst of possible husbands. Settling his chin on Draco’s shoulder, he pressed himself as closely to the other man as possible. “I’m sorry,” he murmured softly, and wasn’t sure he really could fully express how sorry.
Draco shook his head, “Not your fault” he assured Zuko, pulling back fractionally to look at his husband, “Please don’t think this is your fault” he requested placing a kiss on his lips before hugging him tightly once more. “I just need to keep you with me at all times” he said, only half joking. Zuko was about to find out just how possessive Draco could be, especially after a fright like the one they’d just had.
“I don’t think it’s my fault,” It was hard to put into words, though. “It just -- bad things keep happening. And I don’t like to stress you out.” He put it so lamely, and his words didn’t measure up with his emotions properly. His returned hug was tight though, just as tight as Draco’s. “I’ll be sure to stick by your side from now on,” he was only half joking, too.
Draco nodded, “I am surprised I’ve not found any grey hairs yet” he tried to joke. “I think it’ll take me a long time to let you out of my sight, in fact I probably won’t ever be happy if I don’t know where you are at all times” he admitted, a little more seriously.
Zuko pointedly ignored the joke, because he just wasn’t in the sort of mood it took for him to be clever. Frankly, with such a bad attempt, it was clear neither was Draco.
He looked a little sad again, so terribly sorry. It wasn’t his fault, he knew that. But still. “I’ll always let you know, then. From now on.” It seemed the least he could do, honestly.
It was true Draco wasn’t really in the mood for joking. In actual fact he wanted to bury himself in Zuko and just stay that way forever.
He didn’t like how sad Zuko looked but wasn’t sure how to fix it, they weren’t the sort to lie to each other and pretend everything was okay. “Or I could just tie you to the bed” he said, burying his hand in Zuko’s hair as he bent his head to nuzzle Zuko’s neck, “Then you’d never get into trouble.”
They weren’t the sort to lie, it was true. And while it was usually a commendable thing, sometimes it just made everything a bit more difficult; a little harder to swallow. A smile and an I’m Fine would be so much easier.
Zuko did let out a little snort at that suggestion -- not quite a laugh. “That would be one way to deal with it.” He settled his hands on the small of Draco’s back, unable to really let go.
It would be easier but it wasn’t them so instead they’d have to wade through it and come out the other side.
“You have objections?” Draco asked, nipping Zuko’s neck and collarbone while one hand remained possessively in his hair and the other wrapped around him to squeeze his ass. Pulling him closer if that was at all possible.
“Oh?” Zuko asked, almost stupidly, “Were you being serious?” But Draco’s grip on both his hair and ass was fairly telling, and so he gave a tiny pause, as if considering, even as he all but melted into the other boy. “No. No objections.”
“Extremely serious” he drawled.
On some level Draco’s need to have Zuko writhing beneath him, whimpering with want was to do with regaining some of the control he had lost with all of the recent events and the feelings involved in that were complicated and deep.
On another level he simply wanted to have sex with his husband, to touch and feel and know he was there.
Whatever it was Zuko was in agreement so Draco began maneuvering them both towards the bedroom.
Zuko could understand that sentiment -- it would put more of a reality back into their lives - this was really him, not someone else. He was alive, and here, and Draco’s. It was strangely important they both figure that out and know it. And if it was done in the most carnal of senses? Probably all the better.
He trailed toward the bedroom, hand in Draco’s, until they made it there -- door closed behind them with a very important sounding click. The brunet had no words to offer, and so only gave Draco a smile that was nearly shy.
Draco smiled in return, amused by Zuko’s almost shyness, taking the other man in his arms once more he held him close, lips placing soft kisses on the top of his head. Slipping hands back down to that delectable ass Draco kissed Zuko’s lips, whispering “Love you” before slipping his tongue in and deepening the kiss.
Zuko gave no real verbal reply -- only a tiny little agreeable noise between kisses and tongues. He melted a little more into Draco though, pleased by the words. Not many people would be so devoted as to put up with all the awful things that had been going on lately. He was beyond lucky to have Draco - the boy had the patience of a saint even when he was spread thin with stress and worry.
At the end of the day devoted was the word for Draco, he was completely devoted to Zuko. He couldn’t envisage anything being thrown at him which would make him love his boy any less. He belonged to Zuko mind, body and soul. And would live with as much stress as he needed to in order to stay by his side.
As they kissed Draco moved forward causing Zuko to reverse until his legs hit the bed. Draco wordlessly encouraged him to lay down before they returned to kissing.
Which he did, and really didn’t need a lot of encouragement for. Zuko didn’t know what Draco’s plan was completely - but he was pretty sure that it was pretty integral to be on the bed if he was eventually going to be tied to it. Either way, it was nice not to have to worry about staying balanced while kissing, and so pulled Draco closer to him once they were both laying on the bed. His kisses varied between light and deep -- all rather needy.
Draco liked needy, especially when it was needy Zuko. It was nice to be so obviously wanted by his husband, it never failed to make him more excited. Not breaking the kisses he ran his hands down to the bottom of Zuko’s top pushing it up until it was gathered around his chest.
Wiggling underneath the blond, Zuko could only approve of all the kisses -- it had been a week since they’d both had so many, after all, and even if he couldn’t quite recall, he knew that this was something that mattered terribly. His own hands slipped underneath Draco’s shirt -- nails grazing pale skin and fingers touching any bit of skin he could find.
His body reacted instantly to Zuko’s touch, having been starved of it for the last week. Even if they weren’t having sex they cuddled a lot and touched each other everyday, even if it was just to hold hands. He’d missed that, as had his body as his growing erection was showing.
Pulling back he pulled Zuko’s top over his head and threw it away to the side. “Mmm my Zuko” he murmured before bending to mouth at that beautiful chest.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Zuko finally found a real smile - sometimes it was just enough to be contented with what was. Draco and himself here on this bed, doing what came so naturally to them, and no obstacles to stop them.
“Yes,” he murmured in agreement. Yours. He took a moment to equal out the scenario, pulling Draco’s shirt off from over his shoulders and head.
Draco threw the shirt away before kissing Zuko once more, he’d never get enough he was sure. Reaching out with his left hand he searched under the bed until his hands hit on the thing he’d been after.
“So” he said when they parted for air, “about keeping you out of trouble?” and there dangling from his fingertips were a pair of handcuffs.
Zuko could only raise his eyebrows, vaguely amused. Where even had those come from? Were they a recent purchase on Draco’s part? What else was hiding under the bed? “Yes,” he agreed mildly. “This is clearly the best way to stay safe.” As amused as it came out, he was obviously interested. And his jeans had become a lot less comfortable.
“Mmm I thought so” he grinned, kissing Zuko once more as his hand slipped one handcuff around his wrist. In truth Draco had purchased them a few weeks ago along with a few other things which were indeed under the bed. What could he say? Apparently Zuko inspired all sorts of thoughts in him.
Zuko was hardly going to complain. That would just be counterproductive. Kissing back, he felt a little silly when his stomach went all weird and fluttery over the clicking noise of the handcuff. “You always were clever,” he mumbled out once he needed to breathe again -- it was lame, and really not all that funny, but it was also kind of hard to focus on quips.
“I have my moments” Draco replied as he eased Zuko’s arm up and slipped the cuffs through the wooden pole of the headboard before securing the other one around his other wrist.
“This is definitely one of them” he said as his heated gaze ran over his husbands body, his jeans were painfully uncomfortable now so he set about ridding them both of their clothes.
Zuko had to, of course, test the cuffs with a little tug of his hands. They made a nearly delightful clinking noise against the wood, but otherwise seemed sturdy. “Seems like,” he agreed with his husband, because he was a good sort like that. Also you didn’t disagree with a man who was helping to get rid of the stabby zippers on jeans feeling. He lifted his head a little in a nod, wordlessly asking for more kisses.
He knew he should be teasing more, but there would be time for that later. Right now Zuko wanted kisses so that is what he would get. Draco, of course, couldn’t keep his hands still, running them over Zuko’s body as he plundered his mouth.
Giving a little groan of approval, Zuko kissed back -- deep and wanting, tongue exploring and teeth grazing over Draco’s lips. He couldn’t seem to get enough of that today. He squirmed a little under Draco’s touch, although was not completely sure what point he was trying to make there.
There didn’t need to be a point really, not in Draco’s mind. Still kissing Zuko he slipped his hands along Zuko’s sides, tickling just slightly before trailing one over his stomach. Fingertips close to touching him but not quite there then they slipped down across the inside of one thigh.
Curling his fingers until his hands were closed, Zuko was well aware of the metal against his wrists, digging in just enough where he wasn’t likely to forget about them. Probably, he liked it more than he should have. Much like Draco’s teasing. He sighed into the blond’s mouth, pulling back only once he realized the need to breathe. “God, Draco.” He shifted just enough to lean into the touch.
Draco smiled lazily, kissing his way down Zuko’s neck, sucking on the skin there. He needed to make his mark again after all. Straddling his husbands waist he bent to use his mouth and fingers to make those gorgeous nipples into hard little buds. He felt Zuko’s erection against his ass as he bent and flexed his cheeks slightly at the contact. Now he was in full on tease mode.
Zuko did not fail to notice the Full on Tease Mode -- it always left him a little squirmy, and today was no different in that regard. Except for the fact that it was a little difficult to wiggle around with hands tied and Draco in his lap, brushing against his erection like he was. Fuck, fuck. It was a lot to handle. The Japanese boy forced himself to close his eyes for a moment, think very hard about just breathing.
Draco liked squirmy Zuko, liked being the cause of it too. He moved his hips back slightly, enough to push his ass more forcefully against Zuko’s erection, watching his boys face all the time, even as he peppered kisses and touches across his chest.
There wasn’t anyone else around beside Draco who could manage to make Zuko’s usually sharp expressions go near unfocused. At the more insistent rubbing, he opened his eyes again to meet the blond’s gaze even as he chewed at his own bottom lip and attempted lifting his hips a little to have more of that contact. “Christ,” he said after a moment, and it came out more like a whine than what he’d anticipated.
Placing a kiss on his chest Draco leaned up to whisper into Zuko’s ear, “Tell me what you want Zuk” he reached back to tease his fingers lightly along Zuko’s erection still close to Draco’s ass, “Anything and it’s yours” his voice not as steady as he would have liked.
Zuko’s expression wavered slightly at that, overwhelmed by Draco’s touch and tone at the same time. He gasped a tiny noise, pressed his cheek against his husbands and attempted to find proper words. It was difficult. “Draco --” He nuzzled a little closer. “I just-- want you to be happy.”
Probably he could have said something a little sexier, a little more -- well. This. But instead he’d only been able to say what was on his mind. He’d put Draco through an awful lot in the past few weeks, and still the blond tried his hardest to keep him pleased. It seemed backwards.
Draco let out a shaky breath and nuzzled back, “I have you, how can I not be happy” he replied softly. His hand came up to cup Zuko’s face before kissing him with such sweet emotion it was almost overwhelming. It was intense and desperate how much he loved this boy and he hoped Zuko knew he would do anything for him.
He did know that, and likewise felt similarly. It was a sort of fantastic thing that was hard to put to words - and being a boy who was not particularly wordy at the best of times, Zuko tried to convey it in his affectionate, still needy kisses. The handcuffs scraped against the wood as Zuko attempted scooting a little closer and he couldn’t help the little whimper of a noise he made.
He conveyed it well, Draco could read a lot from Zuko’s expressions or actions now. He liked his husbands quiet intensity, especially when it was focused on him as it often was. He rewarded Zuko with a deep passionate kiss pressing himself close to the other boys body before pulling away gently. He stroked his hands softly over Zuko’s chest before slipping down his body, cocks pressing together as he stopped so they were aligned.
Closing his eyes again, this time to hide the fact that he was just completely distracted by that particular touch - Zuko bit his own lower lip and worried marks into it. Too much, not enough. He couldn’t help but wonder sometimes how Draco managed to have such a natural charm at being so compelling all the time.
Draco would have scoffed at that, he didn’t think he had much natural charm though his view of himself was becoming tainted by the dreams more and more. Sliding his hands along Zuko’s thighs he teased relentlessly, coming so close to touching the throbbing erections in front of him but always pulled back at the last moment. He moving his hips too, cock touching Zuko’s briefly but never enough.
Some solace was found in the fact that Draco teasing him also meant that he was forced at least a little bit to tease himself as well. Zuko tilted his head back until it bumped against the headboard, and then blinked his eyes open at the blond. Normally, he might tease more himself - pretend to want to hold off a bit more, despite everything. Today, he couldn’t seem to manage any patience for that. “Please,” he murmured out, wriggling hopefully for a bit more contact.
“My eager man” Draco drawled even as he almost gave Zuko what he wanted as
he bumped their cocks together more forcefully. Though he still pulled away. Bending his head he licked a stripe along Zuko’s inner thigh before blowing on the wet skin.
“Well, yes.” Sometimes it was a nice distraction to just carry on a bit of a snarky conversation with Draco, just so that he could keep a few of his wits about him. It wasn’t working very well, currently, but the effort had been made. Whimpering again, he considered pouting as the only course of action possible.
Draco smirked at him, “Now, now, only well behaved men get rewards you know” he teased, tickling the back of Zuko’s other thigh and slipping his fingers down to play across the skin behind the knee. Rocking forward once more he ground their cocks against each other before pulling back, it wasn’t near long enough but Draco was focused on his task. Driving Zuko wild.
Zuko couldn’t help the sound that was a mix between a laugh and a groan that escaped his lips. Tickling? Evil. Just pure evil. He squirmed more, tilting his knee out of the way just to avoid more of that. But Draco’s tone went straight to his cock and made his stomach do tricks all at the same time. “I am good,” he gasped out, looking for more touching, but not of the ticklish variety. “I am.”
"You are?" Draco questioned, "Are you sure? I think you might be a naughty boy" his voice was lower now, lust filling it as he slipped his hand under Zukos ass and squeezed. "Naughty boys don't get rewards, what do you think they get instead?"
Fuck, that tone was hot on Draco. Zuko was positive he couldn’t get any harder than he was this second. It was nearly painful. He shook his head, needing that extra second to find proper words. “Mm- uhm. I don’t know.” He wasn’t even sure which part he’d been replying to, if he had to be honest.
Draco squeezed that ass again, "I think naughty boys get punished" he sucked on his finger, wetting it before slipping it down to join his other hand. Finding Zukos hole he grazed his finger over it, wetting it. "Naughty boys get fucked" he whispered hotly, biting Zukos thigh.
Now Zuko was just confused. Was that a punishment? He was pretty sure that wasn’t a punishment. “Oh?” was all he could think to say, because after that it was a tiny gasp over Draco’s fingers and more attempted squirming, because he was all about helping out for things like access.
Okay so it wasn't the best punishment but Draco was very turned on right now and was essentially giving Zuko a heads up on his plans in a roundabout way.
He liked the squirming and kept his fingers away purposefully to see more of it before giving in and slipping one in.
Well, at least he was honest about it. Just remember this negative enforcement you encouraged for the next time Zuko thinks it's okay to misbehave, Draco.
In any case, the heads' up was appreciated, but not really all that needed since Zuko had been pretty sure that was something that was going to happen eventually anyway. The brunet gasped out some approval over this new turn of events even. "Oh." he said again, and this time it was not a question.
Draco smirked, that was better. Talking was hard to do and make sense when you were this turned on he’d decided. And didn’t they say actions spoke louder than words anyway? He slowly pumped his finger in and out of Zuko crooking it every now and then when it was in deep. He alternated between watching his husbands face and watching his finger enter that tight little hole. Both things equally hot.
Zuko couldn’t help that he was a chatty lay. It was apparently something that came naturally. Still, it wasn’t as if he really said much of substance so much as a lot of useless little words. Now was no different, of course. “Hh--” Not even really a word. But he felt it properly conveyed his growing impatience for more as well as the fact that he couldn’t do much at all to help or hinder (not that he would have done the latter) Draco, trussed up as he was.
Draco rather loved Zuko’s chattiness, even if it was incoherent most of the time, but he just found it rather difficult to focus on words. Especially right now. Leaning down he nuzzled his head into Zuko’s crotch before licking from the base to the tip of Zuko’s cock, his finger still imbedded in that gorgeous ass.
It probably didn’t bode well for Zuko that this was almost too much to handle. He gave a sharp gasp, and somewhere in there forgot to exhale - just holding his breath instead - even as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes again. It took a lot to not just shiver over the dual touching.
Wiggling the finger in his ass Draco took Zuko into his mouth using lips, teeth and tongue to tease his husband. He slid his free hand up Zuko’s chest petting and occasionally teasing a nipple as he continuing driving Zuko to the edge with his mouth.
It wouldn’t take long. Draco had to know that -- Zuko was all kinds of near the edge already, and had been for a good amount of time now. That his husband was finally touching him was nearly enough.
He took a moment, to remember how to breathe -- but only because he needed the air to make another noise that was both moan and whimper. He wanted to run his hands through Draco’s hair -- to tug his fingers through it to prompt for more. Rougher, those hands would have demanded. But he couldn’t due to the current metal biting around his wrists -- and somehow that made everything going on both so much better and so much worse. Draco really had had a fine idea, here.
Oh Draco knew, which is why he pulled off and away reverting back to simple light touches no where near the most sensitive areas of Zukos body. His finger stilled and he kissed his husbands knee with a sweet smile.
He had no intention of letting Zuko come yet, not until he was desperately needy and wanting. The most exquisite torture, as it was for Draco whose own erection was screaming its want to be buried in the delectable ass in front of him.
The kiss on the knee was sweet, but honestly a little cruel, and Zuko wasn’t sure how to react to the sudden end of all Things Good (Okay, this was a little dramatic a thought, but he was allowed right now). “Fuck,” he whimpered out, and actually honest to god pouted. It was a look people assumed he gave often, but honestly came at only the rarest of intervals. He felt it rather necessary at this moment.
Seeing the pout Draco couldn't resist, he eased his finger from Zuko and crawled up the bed. He kissed his pouting husband, "You look so adorable when you do that" he whispered peppering kisses over his face and neck.
Zuko gave a sad sounding little sigh when Draco removed his finger, but it didn’t stop him kissing his husband back -- sweetly at first, and then more hungrily after a moment. Then he tilted his head back to give the other boy more room to cover with new kisses. “Mm -- thank you?” Adorable wasn’t what he’d been going for.
Draco chuckled, he knew full well adorable wasn’t Zuko’s aim but it was definitely what came across, at least to Draco anyway. He kept up the small teasing kisses along Zuko’s neck while his hands stroked up and down his sides, feeling a little wicked he moved himself closer so his erection was pressed against Zuko’s hip.
Wicked was definitely the optimal word, here. Zuko was getting to that mildly frustrated phase of this game, and was keen on letting Draco know it. “Fuck,” he said, tone sharp and thready at the same time -- he was trying to erase the idea of adorable. He shifted just enough where he could rub his hip against Draco’s cock.
A little moan escaped Draco before he could stop it when Zuko moved his hip, he growled a little where his lips were against a shoulder, biting and sucking to leave his mark. Zuko’s creeping frustration was obvious and Draco found himself growing impatient too. Obviously a week of no intimacy had worn him down. Palming the lube that was in it’s usual place under the pillow Draco coated himself before slipping that, now lubed, finger back into Zuko swallowing any sounds he made with a deep hungry kiss.
When the lube actually came into play was when Zuko knew things were getting to the really good parts (not that it all wasn’t good, but hey, if he had to pick a favorite bit...).
The Japanese boy whimpered into Draco’s mouth, but really it would have been a pleased little sound.
Draco liked that little whimper, it was one of his favorite Zuko sounds. He added another finger moving them faster in and out of Zuko’s body while he continued kissing him hotly. He moaned, “God, the things you make me want to do to you” he panted lips against lips.
Zuko spent a good long moment giving sighs that seemed extraordinarily pleased -- sometimes, when he could remember, he would press his lips closer to Draco’s just to steal more kisses. The time for thinking coherently was clearly over. But he tried anyway. “Ooh--oh? Do tell?”
“I want to make you cum just from me fucking you deep and hard” he growled into his ear before kissing underneath it, “I want to bring you to the brink over and over until you beg me to give you release” His fingers moved deeper and faster as he spoke, his voice huskier than before.
Really, there was no proper response to that. Draco’s words and tone were lovely and distracting and made Zuko’s insides flip and churn - excited, interested, entirely too turned on. Those fingers certainly did not help with concentration matters. He groaned, long and low, eyelids fluttering shut and then had to remind himself to breathe in short, shallow little pants. “Do it,” he murmured out, and had to admit he liked feeling so utterly debauched, and more than that, he liked when Draco took such confident charge.
So take charge Draco did, he shifted so he was between Zuko’s legs swiftly lubing up he removed his fingers and placed his cock at his husband’s entrance. Waiting until Zuko made eye contact he entered him. So. Very. Slowly. He eased in as slowly as he could manage, letting Zuko feel every inch of him as he entered that tight but welcoming hole.
Zuko kept that eye contact as Draco entered him -- it was ridiculously hot, although also very difficult to handle. The darker haired boy bit his lip hard, sighing out a moan as Draco just barely moved. Probably, in retrospect, he should not have asked for more teasing.
Probably not but Draco wasn't going to complain, it was torturously incredible and he was going to enjoy driving Zuko to distraction. When he was finally buried balls deep in that ass Draco just stayed there enjoying the feeling. Giving Zuko a wickedly smug smile.
The boy opened his mouth to speak-- to urge Draco on, or maybe berate him a little-- but when no words came out, he just as quickly have up and closed it again. His fingers curled into half fists and he tried moving his hips in order to gain more friction.
Draco tutted as he gripped Zuko's hips to keep them still, "Now now, patience babe" he ground out past his own desire. He pulled back a fraction before stopping again, his fingers stroking where they no longer had to grip as hard.
It was kind of a strange reaction as far as feelings went, but Draco’s tone was so deliciously perfect it made Zuko nearly want to weep. He wasn’t going to, but still.
“Fuck,” he managed to say, and it came out as a needy whisper. He didn’t have patience anymore. But that didn’t really matter in this situation, did it? He could be out of patience forever, and it wouldn’t make a lick of a difference.
Pulling out just a little more Draco smiled down at Zuko, if he could freeze just one moment it would be this. His husband spread out and so delectable beneath him as Draco slowly fucked him to completion.
He slid his hands along Zukos thighs before lifting those legs onto his shoulder as he bent forward causing his cock to slide back in at a different angle.
That made Zuko gasp -- a sharp hiss of a noise that couldn’t even really be stopped by biting at his own bottom lip. The handcuffs were biting at this point, and Zuko was sure he’d have marks of red and white by the end of this all -- and he couldn’t really see a reason why that was bad.
Draco memorised that gasp, loving the knowledge that only he ever heard it and the noises Zuko made when they were making love. He lent forward more kissing those bitten lips and causing Zuko to quit biting there and stopping those sounds he loved to hear so much.
He trusted his husband to tell him if the cuffs got too painful but the idea of marking him there was a huge pull for Draco. He wanted everybody to know Zuko was his, even when they couldn't see the wedding ring. That need had increased exponentially in the last week.
Understandably, considering the last week had consisted of a Zuko that had been, in no small terms, anything but Draco’s. The Japanese boy wasn’t good at saying it, but there was little more he liked than both knowing and showing the fact that he so utterly belonged to his blond. Of course, it went the other way around too, but -- still.
He kissed back, hungry and happy and just a little bit wanting -- tongue lips and teeth begged for more in ways that his voice would not.
He may not say it but Draco knew. He too loving it when Zuko claimed him in any way. It was fairly obvious to anyone who cared to look that he was completely and utterly devoted to Zuko.
Draco may be a tease but he was also a caring lover and, for now, gave Zuko what he wanted. Increasing his pace in and out of that tight hot little ass as he kissed him fiercely.
That seemed to sate Zuko enough for the moment, as he let out a sigh against Draco’s lips -- appreciative and pleased and just slightly muffled.
It felt wonderful -- Draco always used the perfect amount of lube where there was little resistance, but just enough to make Zuko feel it so perfectly, and right now he was fairly keyed-up so he had to force himself to relax a little, just so that he wouldn’t climax right then and there.
Draco learnt and remembered everything about what Zuko enjoyed and what brought him the most pleasure. He stroked Zuko’s hips as he moved, pulling out almost completely before burying himself back in again. Whispering endearments all the time against his lips, neck, anywhere he could reach.
“God,” Zuko said between little gasps and noises that couldn’t quite be identified. It was all a bit too much, and he wasn’t even sure how to put to words what what meant, currently. He bit his own lip hard and dipped his head down a little, bumping his forehead against Draco’s.
Draco kissed his lips, soothing the area Zuko had bitten. "Okay?" he huffed with genuine concern and affection, kissing him briefly again as he slowed his hips movement once more.
Zuko nodded -- one too many times because he forgot to keep track, and offered a little whimper of protest at the slowed pacing. Words? Fuck words, he didn’t have any.
Content with the nod Draco returned to increasing his pace, timing it with a bite on Zukos neck before sucking the skin raising yet another mark. His poor husband was going to have to wear high necked tops if he didn't want everybody to see the hickeys Draco was leaving. Leaning back slightly he pushed back into Zuko at a different angle causing even Draco to gasp.
Zuko hardly had any plans to leave the apartment any time soon, so really, the only person who was going to have to deal with those marks was Pansy. And Zuko totally wasn’t going to think of that right now, because that was weird. Anyway, he liked the marks.
He gasped too, burying his forehead into the curve of Draco’s neck. “I can’t - Draco.” Hissed out, because the fucking and biting and whispered appreciation was all too much, and it was nearly impossible to hold back anymore.
“Cum for me Zuk” Draco told him looking into his husband’s eyes, “Let go babe, don’t hold back” as he spoke he canted his hips hitting that wonderful spot inside and waiting for Zuko’s release to trigger his own, knowing it would.
Of course it would, they were in tune like that. For as much as Zuko wasn’t talkative, he was still very often on the same wavelength with Draco without words. It was beyond nice.
Zuko didn’t have to give a warning, not really, but he always tended to like the encouragement of Draco’s words -- sometimes that tone was enough to make the dark haired boy lose it. So he did what any over-excited, handcuffed to the bed husband would do: he came with a groaned out sigh, breaking eye contact only so that he could smash his lips against Draco’s in a kiss.
It was definitely nice to have someone who got you on such a level, especially in certain circumstances.
As Zuko came Draco moaned into his mouth pumping in a couple more times before burying himself to the hilt and coming himself. He kissed Zuko passionately, deeply and a little messily. But god it felt good to be with him again.
It really did. Zuko still felt a bit sorry over that -- but not nearly as much as he had earlier -- this had helped. A closeness that was only theirs with an intimacy that could not be imitated even by lookalikes (not that that had happened or even been attempted, but still.)
After a moment or five, Zuko leaned back to breathe, panting a little, and feeling terribly smug.
Draco didn’t want to move but was aware of his husband underneath him and didn’t really want to be crushing him. He slipped out of his body with a small moan before reaching up to undo the handcuffs, bringing Zuko’s wrists to his mouth to press soothing kisses there. He used these quiet moments to compose himself, everything he’d felt this past week was rushing through him as the adrenaline began to wear off. Worry, fear, anger, pain. It was almost overwhelming so he focused instead on kissing his husband’s marked wrists.
Zuko understood the need for silence more than most -- and so let Draco have his time with it. He watched the other boy, golden eyes focusing on his mouth against his now-tingling wrists. The marks were quite red, and he expected he’d be wearing them for a few days. He found this oddly gratifying.
He let a few minutes pass, before he spoke, tone soft. He was a bit exhausted now. “I’m here.”
Draco looked up at Zuko with so much love in his eyes as he nodded before wrapping his arms around him and pulling him as close as possible. “I love you” he whispered against Zuko’s hair, “So much”
Nodding, Zuko pressed his cheek into the curve of Draco’s neck and closed his eyes. “Love you too,” he said, and meant it completely.