Zuko thinks that's rough, buddy (fireprincezuko) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-18 01:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, draco malfoy, zuko |
Who: Zuko and Draco Malfoy
What: Kitchen sex.
When: Earlyish July
Where: The kitchen. Duh.
Rating: Nc-17
Status: Complete
Draco flopped onto the sofa and sighed. Well that was it, Pansy was moved out so now this place was officially his and Zuko’s. It was bittersweet really. Great that they could be alone and do whatever they wanted but also sad in that he’d miss his sister.
“So what do you want to do tonight?” he called out to Zuko, “We have the whole place to ourselves now”
Appearing from the kitchen, and munching on a carrot, Zuko looked around the place -- as if he’d never quite seen it before. It was quieter without Pansy, he supposed. Or maybe he was just imagining it.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, raising his eyebrows. “We could just... make dinner or something.”
Draco nodded, "Together?" he suggested, "Start on our road to domestic bliss?" he grinned.
Zuko rolled his eyes, but not unfondly. He did, after all, enjoy the idea more than he cared to admit. “Well. Why not.” He should probably actually learn to cook, anyway.
"I do believe I did promise to teach you when we first met" Draco said rising from the sofa to saunter slowly over to Zuko, coming to a stop in front of him. "I should keep my promise"
“You really should,” Zuko agreed with a twist of a smile. “Otherwise I’ll just begin to think you’re untrustworthy.” False, but Zuko was used to saying silly things in order to sound more clever than he really was.
"Well I can't have that now" he said placing his hands at Zukos waist to draw him closer their hips coming into contact through their clothing. "I'd never want to be labelled untrustworthy"
“I doubt you will ever have to be,” Zuko said, leaning in a little closer for a kiss. He kind of loved kissing, these days.
"Good to know" he smiled before giving in and kissing Zuko deeply. He honestly would never get enough of kissing his husband.
Which was good, because if he did get enough of it, that might not fare very well for their relationship. Zuko nibbled Draco’s lip, and then smiled a tiny smile. “So what’s on the menu?”
Draco was a little distracted now he had Zuko in his arms, something he couldnt really be blamed for he thought. "Guess that depends, what are you hungry for?" he asked with a smile hands sliding down to grope his husband's ass.
Well, he figured he knew what Draco was hungry for, in any case. Indulgently, he pressed himself closer to his husband, chin resting on Draco’s shoulder and fingers gripping his waist. “It doesn’t matter, really.”
Draco was always hungry for that. He was young and married to a gorgeous guy, it was only natural. He was just lucky that Zuko was so receptive. Nuzzling into the dark hair he placed a kiss on the top of Zukos head, "We should take our time and decide, no use rushing in" he smirked hands flexing.
No, no one could blame him. Not anyone that mattered anyway. “We’re not marrying our dinner choice,” Zuko pointed out, amusedly -- kissing the side of Draco’s neck.
That caused Draco to laugh before moaning as Zukos lips touched his skin. "As I recall there wasn't an awful lot of thought involved when we got married" he smirked, "Though it was the best thing we've ever done"
Zuko snorted, a huff of breath tickling against Draco’s neck. “Right, but I already knew I liked you. Even if I didn’t think too hard on it, I knew I couldn’t really go wrong. So unless we’re making pizza, I’m not marrying dinner.” But if it was pizza, he might. Apparently.
Draco was smiling, he liked hearing Zuko talk about their marriage so confidently. It was sweet and reassuring. “You’d commit polygamy for pizza?” he grinned, “You know we could just order it in”
“Only if it’s really good pizza.” Clearly that made a difference, right? Zuko shook his head, placing a kiss on Draco’s cheek before untangling himself from the other boy in order to move into the kitchen. “We can’t order in. You’re going to teach me how to cook.”
“A tease. That’s what you are. A big tease” he called after Zuko with a grin before following into the kitchen, “Fine but we use the pre-made pizza bases. I’ll teach you how to make them from scratch another time”
Zuko only gave a sarcastic sort of sniff, as if to show exactly what he thought of being called a tease. He was, with absolutely certainty, no such thing.
“Fine,” he said, crossing his arms, and looking for all the world as if they were negotiating out details that were far more important than pizza. National security? The release of the war prisoners? Something like that.
Draco was certain Zuko was a tease, right at that moment anyway. Other times maybe not so much. That tended to be Draco’s area.
“Okay, so pizza bases, tomato sauce, cheese and then whatever toppings we want” Draco said, opening the cupboard with the bases in before moving to the fridge to retrieve the other ingredients.
Zuko thinks that sometimes (only sometimes) it’s good to make Draco wait. He doesn’t want his husband to feel too smug all the time, after all. Anyway, Pansy doesn’t live here now, and because of that they’re going to have to learn how to pace themselves a little, or else they’ll completely forget that eating or leaving the apartment ever is a thing.
He stood by the kitchen table, watching Draco grab all the things they needed, eyebrow raised in a way that says he is being polite and paying attention.
It probably is good to make Draco wait and it’s true that without Pansy around the boys were more likely to spend more time in bed than out of it, and they already spent plenty of time there.
Draco sets everything up before standing back and smacking Zuko on the ass, “Come on, you’re driving this meal preparation” he smirked, “Tomato sauce needs to be spread over the base”
“You can’t drive food,” Zuko said, because sometimes he liked being terribly obtuse about the way that Draco spoke. He was allowed; English was not his first language. Still, he moved to the counter, a little too pleased about the way that his ass was kind of tingling after the slap, and rummaged around in a drawer for some kind of spoon in which to spread the sauce out with.
“Enough with the cheek” Draco replied, “More with the cooking” he winked watching as Zuko spread the tomato over the pizza. “You’ll need to grate the cheese” he said reaching around Zuko to place the grater closer to him, staying close behind him as he did.
“I can do both at once,” Zuko replied -- cheekily. But then he actually did have to pay attention because he’d never actually used a cheese grater before in his life and it looked a bit like something that could take off his fingertips if he wasn’t careful.
“Mmmhmm” Draco replied sounding utterly unconvinced. He wrapped his arms around Zuko’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder to watch what his husband was doing. “Very good” he said as Zuko grated the cheese.
Leaning back into his husband, Zuko told himself that he didn’t really need compliments for something as simple as cheese grating, but his smile of nearly innocent pleasure clearly stated otherwise.
Draco would happily compliment Zuko all day, he thought everything the other did was rather wonderful. He kissed the side of his neck as the task was completed, "Now sprinkle the cheese over the sauce"
Zuko did that -- but not before just eating some of the cheese plain, because he was a glutton, or possibly just because he felt he had permission to do that sort of thing if he was the one cooking. “This might be good enough to marry,” he murmured humorously, turning his head a little to kiss Draco’s cheek.
He should have known food and Zuko would play havoc with his libido. And the kitchen wasn't helping, the one room they both had fantasies about.
"Oh? How about I let you cover me in cheese and see if I beat the pizza then?" he grinned.
Zuko returned the grin, stole a proper kiss, and then turned back to the pizza, and all the shit he was about to put on top of it. “Because that’s just silly,” he said innocently.
Okay, yes. He was a tease.
"Right, totally silly" Draco said dryly rolling his eyes affectionately, the sooner this pizza was in the oven the better.
Biting Zuko's shoulder with a little growl he watched as Zuko began with the toppings, "Couldn't make up your mind so going with all of them right?" he grinned.
“Well,” Zuko said, plaintively, “They all look good.” Good enough to marry. Right?
Draco chuckled, "If they all look good then go for it babe" he said tightening his arms for a moment.
Zuko closed his eyes, pausing for a moment and sighing as he leaned into Draco. “I can’t,” he said, and although his tone was wry, his expression was one of a pleased man. “because you’re hanging on me.”
"Ah damn. We have a problem then because I don't appear to be able to let go" Draco stated very matter-of-factly a small smile creeping onto his face as he kept his husband in his arms.
“That seems to be the case often.” Zuko didn’t sound like he actually minded. He spread bits of broccoli over the pizza absently.
"Its true" Draco replied happily, "You're my addiction but as addictions go you're a rather nice one" he kissed Zuko's neck before settling on his shoulder once again.
“Am I?” Zuko stared at the pizza wonderingly, but then decided he couldn’t really figure out what else to put on it, so let it alone. He squirmed away from Draco, kissing him as he went, in order to wash his hands.
"Very" Draco nodded, only letting Zuko go as he was given a kiss in return. "Okay so now your masterpiece needs to go into the oven" he said.
“So put it there,” Zuko said, going back to way-too cheeky and grinning nearly madly over it. He was just too amused with himself today, apparently.
"You know you're just asking for a spanking" Draco quipped, before taking the pizza now on a tray and popping it into the oven and setting the timer. They now had nearly thirty minutes to kill.
Good thing he was just asking for a spanking, then. Zuko only rose his eyebrow and did his best impression of innocence. Really, it wasn’t very good.
It really wasn't. In fact as soon as Draco saw it he snorted in amusement. "An ‘A’ for effort but you get nothing for being convincing" he grinned.
“Nothing at all?” Zuko wrinkled his nose in vague distaste. “Shame. I suppose I will just have to stand here until the pizza is done.”
“Did I say nothing? Complete mistake” Draco told him backtracking with a grin as he started towards Zuko, “I meant everything, it was just a slip of the tongue that’s all”
“There you go again. With your innuendos.” Zuko didn’t seem to mind. He settled his arms around Draco’s shoulders and leaned in to kiss him, feeling smug and amused all in one go.
“You love me and my innuendos” Draco murmured against his lips before pulling him close and kissing him thoroughly.
Seeing no real reason to respond with words, Zuko just hummed out his approval -- deepening the kiss with tongue and running his fingers through the back of Draco’s hair. Of course he loved it.
Words were overrated right now, Draco was content and happy to continue kissing Zuko. He slid his hands down to grope Zuko’s ass, squeezing and pulling him forward so they were flush against each other.
He wasn’t really surprised by that, but Zuko let out a little squeak anyway. He nipped at Draco’s bottom lip and pulled him forward more, until the back of the kitchen counter was digging into his own back.
Draco moved his hips against Zuko’s, trapped as they were by the counter behind him. He kissed along Zuko’s cheek and jaw before latching onto his neck, hands sliding underneath his shirt.
Zuko let out a little whimper that spoke of approval and let his hands fall to hold on to Draco’s waist, keeping him close. Was it appropriate to get naked in a kitchen, he wondered?
Appropriate or not Draco was about to indulge in a little fantasy that both he and Zuko had. He deftly removed his husbands shirt before placing kisses across his chest and tracing his fingers across stomach muscles.
Once his shirt was gone, Zuko leaned back against the counter again, hands gripping the edges there and looking terribly amused. “You next,” he said, because sometimes you just had to stand there and watch your husband strip, okay?
Draco dropped a kiss on those smirking yet enticing lips before doing as requested. Slowly, more slowly than necessary really, pulling his shirt over his head. If he also happened to flex a little too well that was all part of making sure his husband enjoyed the show wasn’t it?
It really was. Zuko approved, even if the flexing was a bit much. There was a show here and dinner in the oven -- did it matter which came first? He didn’t think so. Golden eyes sparkled amusedly behind dark bangs. “Keep going,” he said.
It was a bit much but it was fun and that was Draco's aim. He smirked when Zuko told him to continue, before he brought his hand to his belt to unbuckle it. He pulled it from his waist pulling it taut in front of him with a little eyebrow raise at Zuko before putting it to one side. He undid his jean buttons and pulled them down wriggling a little. Until he stood there in just his boxers.
“I think you missed your real calling in life, love,” Zuko said, because every husband needed to insinuate at some point that they were married to a person who should have been a stripper. Or something. To soften the words he stepped forward in order to kiss Draco again.
Draco let out a huff of laughter, "Only if my audience was you babe" he replied before kissing Zuko back, pulling him in close and sliding his hands into the back of Zuko's pants, fingers skimming the top of his ass.
That answer was a good one, because Zuko couldn’t say he wouldn’t be a jealous man if Draco suddenly felt the urge to get naked for people. “Mmph,” he responded by way of kissing, because he didn’t want to give Draco anymore ideas for that one, anyway. His fingers landed on the blond’s hips and he leaned in with a happy sigh.
Kissing Zuko was probably Draco's favorite pastime, he would be perfectly happy to do it forever. He loved drawing out the little sighs and moans from his husband, smiling into the kiss he slid his hands to the front of Zuko's pants and undid them pushing them down along with his underwear.
It was good Zuko never bothered to wear shoes indoors. He wriggled just enough until he was literally stepping out of his jeans and boxers -- kicking them to the side next to all of Draco’s clothes. Yay for kitchen nudity!
“So,” he said, once they’d broken free enough to breathe for a second. “Any particular way you wanted to do this?”
It almost surprised Draco how turned on he was seeing his husband naked in the kitchen but it really worked quite well. Of course how he was supposed to focus on cooking in there after today was a mystery.
He smiled a smile that was almost a smirk, as his eyes moved to the slightly lower counter above the storage cupboard. "I think that's kind of the perfect height" he said, knowing it was waist high on him.
Really, Zuko was pretty sure Draco would manage figuring out his cooking priorities again. “The perfect height for what?” Zuko was only half playing innocent. The other half of him was just a little slow on the uptake sometimes. He smiled lazily, anyway.
Yeah, he probably would but he’d have some great memory distractions too. “Why don’t I show you?” Draco replied, grasping Zuko’s ass and encouraging him into his arms so he could walk them over to the counter before setting Zuko down on it standing between his legs.
There was something weird about being carried even a short distance. True enough, Zuko wasn’t a big guy -- he was slight, and exceptionally thing. But he wasn’t short, either. And it wasn’t like Draco was much bigger, if at all.
He huffed out a snort of a laugh even as he wriggled onto the counter a little more. “I’m paying mind,” he murmured.
Draco wasn’t much bigger but he was fairly strong and he liked the weight of Zuko in his arms.
“Good boy” Draco smirked before kissing Zuko once more moving so their hips were aligned and he could press in and bring them into contact.
The compliments were really evil. Because Zuko liked them in ways that made him feel a bit silly sometimes. “I am good,” he murmured, and leaned down enough for proper kissing and sighing into Draco’s mouth.
“Very good” he agreed devouring Zuko’s mouth hungrily wrapping his arms around his husband so they were flush against each other. “Good boys deserve rewards” he murmured against his lips when they parted for air.
It was a good position, with Draco between his knees and the perfect height, really. There was a lot of friction going on when they kissed and moved closer to each other and Zuko was pretty glad suddenly that Pansy had moved out. Also, he was kind of a jerk, but whatever.
“They do,” he agreed, licking at Draco’s bottom lip.
Draco had to admit right then that he was pretty glad there wasn't any chance his sister would walk in too. This really was the stuff dreams are made of.
"What do you think a good boy should get?" he asked teasingly.
Zuko glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, as if considering the question. He feigned innocence a little too well, on occasion, but this was not one of those times. “Whatever he’s being given, obviously.”
Draco's lips twisted into a grin, he did so love this man. "Really, what a good answer" he said before pulling Zuko forward so he was sat on the edge of the counter before Draco went down on his knees and took him swiftly into his mouth.
Zuko had rather liked that answer as well, but what he liked more was that Draco had liked it. For being such an impulsive, often self involved boy, he always seemed to terribly eager to please his blond boy.
"Mmm," he said in agreement, because he couldn't think of anything more eloquent than that when Draco's mouth was doing what it was. Instead of looking for more words, he threaded his fingers through his husbands hair.
It amused and somewhat humbled Draco that Zuko cared so much about his opinion or approval. Of course Draco gave it freely, they argued rarely thanks mostly to being on the same wavelength.
He hummed around Zukos cock in his mouth, pleasuring his husband while leaning into the hand in his hair. He rather liked being petted and stroked.
Tilting his head back with a gasp of pleasure, Zuko didn’t even seem to mind that he bonked it rather loudly against the cupboard behind him. “Fuck,” he murmured, his grip tightening in Draco’s hair.
Draco would have come back with a smart retort had his mouth not been full of his husband's erect cock but as it was he continued licking and sucking. The hand in his hair feeling rather good as it held on almost painfully.
Truly, Zuko couldn’t say he minded that Draco had no reply for him. He got it. He was busy. Doing amazing, brilliant things with his mouth. His hot, wet mouth. Fuck. Letting out a little whimper of a noise, he let his head settle back on the cupboards again, completely ignoring the sharp angle of it.
He curled his tongue in just the way he knew Zuko liked as he raised one hand to stroke his stomach while the other stroked teasingly over Zukos ass.
“Fucking -- christ. Draco.” Zuko had gotten good at whining. Good at feeling thoroughly debauched nearly immediately when Draco set to work. He liked it.
Draco rather liked the whining, knowing that he was making Zuko feel good which was his main goal after all. Wetting his fingers Draco teased his hole, the tip of one finger sliding in as he moved his mouth up and down.
Zuko gasped and fought for further balance on the countertop -- it was not as easy as it looked. He, on the other hand, was definitely as easy as he looked. Mouth open, he couldn’t seem to close it long enough to stop making little huffy noises.
And Draco most definitely liked that. He watched Zuko as he continued to suck, his finger moving in and out slowly drawing as much reaction from his husband as he could. He loved watching that expressive face.
"Christ, Draco," Zuko gave up on leaning back on the counter when his head hit against the cupboards again. Fuck cupboards. Actually, no. He could think of something better to fuck at the moment. Namely himself.
It wasn't that clever, but look, he was busy. "Can -- you should."
Draco gave Zuko a suck before running his tongue down that very hard cock and letting it slip from his mouth, "You have a request?" he asked with a grin, placing kisses on Zuko's thighs.
Running a hand through Draco’s hair, Zuko took a second to catch up with his thoughts. “Mm,” he agreed, tugging on the hair between his fingers a little. “I--er. It’s a fucking request.” He was getting no points for cleverness today.
Actually Draco thought that was clever enough, rising from his knees, he pulled his finger from Zuko's body, placing a few kisses on heated skin as he did before capturing Zukos lips in a kiss.
Zuko kissed back -- and it was that hungry, needy sort of kiss that he seemed to have mastered around the same time that he’d met and started kissing Draco. Probably, it was not a coincidence.
Probably not but Draco wasn’t complaining. Still kissing his husband he felt around the counter for the kitchen drawer and opened it hunting with one hand for the lube that he’d put in there earlier - couldn’t blame a guy for being optimistic. Finding it he coated his fingers and brought them to Zuko’s body.
Zuko barked out a bright laugh into Draco’s mouth over his husband ‘finding’ lube in the kitchen. Sneaky bastard. Here he’d been nearly worrying about the extra usages of vegetable oil or something.
Of course, the laugh didn’t last especially long, considering what was going on here -- he gave it up in preference of moaning a little instead and wriggling a little closer from the counter top.
Draco smirked as the laugh turned into a moan, personally he thought it was a strike of genius that his preplanning had saved them from having to chose between the olive or the vegetable oil. Or god forbid the maple syrup.
Working his fingers in he made sure Zuko was prepared before coating his cock well. Pulling Zuko closer he slid his hands under that lithe beautiful body as he slipped in.
Not only would god forbid maple syrup, Zuko would have too. There was nothing more right out than something that disgusting and sticky.
But this was nice. They were both aware of it. Zuko was barely on the counter anymore -- balancing mostly with his hip instead of sitting. It worked alright. Maybe not the most comfortable of things, but he’d never really been one for a ton of comfort anyway. “God,” he said, voice tight.
Draco smirked before he nipped and mouthed along Zuko’s collarbone and neck, “Mmmm, oh Zuk you feel good” he said as he used the grip he had on Zuko to steady him as he slowly moved in and out.
“Yeah, well,” But Zuko couldn’t actually think of anything clever to say to that, and so instead focused on things like feeling and breathing. And digging the thumb of his free hand into Draco’s hip.
Had he been able to say something clever right at that moment with Draco building up a steady rhythm he may have been worried that he was doing something wrong. So the lack of witty verbal response was rather reassuring. As was the grip Zuko had on his hip. He placed feverish kisses across any skin his lips could reach as the pleasure built.
Kisses were good, rhythm was good. Draco in general was pretty good, and sometimes even during things as primal as sex, Zuko was stupidly overwhelmed by how much he liked - loved - the other man. It was distracting sometimes.
“Fuck,” he ground out -- squirming a little until their position was just so and Draco was hitting that perfect spot.
Draco felt the same, the pages of sappy songs written for and about Zuko were testament to how much he loved the other man.
Right now however songs were far from his mind as he watched the expressions on Zukos face when he hit that spot. He moaned as he thrust in and out.
Leaning closer, Zuko rested his chin on Draco’s shoulder -- close enough where he could bite and kiss at his husband’s neck. Close enough where his own erection was finding some positive friction against bare skin -- enough to leave him gasping and a little stupid over it all.
It was fun in the kitchen. They’d have to do it over the table the next time.
Draco gasped himself when Zuko kissed his neck then groaned as he felt Zuko’s erection, yes the kitchen was definitely good. The table would indeed be seeing more action in the future once they’d christened everywhere else of course.
All in good time. Or record time. Probably the latter. They did have an awful lot of sex.
“Fuck, god,” he said, biting at Draco’s neck. “--Switch it up--” Balance was hard, and he had half a mind to just lean against this counter top and let Draco do what he did best behind him.
They did but they were still young and both extremely hot, it was natural.
Draco groaned and nodded, pulling out of Zuko he turned him around after kissing him once more and encouraged Zuko to lean on the counter. Gorgeous ass looking all too tempting as Draco caressed it, "Better?" he whispered in Zuko’s ear his cock lined up, head pressing in just slightly.
“Fuck, yes. Just --” get to it, Draco. Zuko was indescribably pleased to have both feet on the ground again, and seemed to want to show it by rocking back on his heels -- rubbing against Draco’s cock with his ass.
Chuckling hotly, Draco heard the unspoken words and, as ever or rather more when he wanted to, obeyed. When Zuko rocked back Draco pressed forward, sliding deep into Zuko until his balls hit Zuko’s ass. “Yes” he said against Zuko’s skin, teeth grazing his shoulder.
Zuko wanted to agree. Yes. Except that seemed like a lot of effort as far as talking went right now, and his breath caught somewhere in the back of his throat. Which was fine. Draco got it. And he leaned back into his husband until it was just too much, and then pulled forward until it was not enough again.
Breathing heavily Draco continued to move in and out of Zuko at a good pace. Sliding one hand round his body Draco took Zuko's cock in hand moving up and down alternatively to how he was moving in and out.
It didn’t take long after that for Zuko to lose any sense of holding on that he’d had -- whimpering out a noise of need. “I can’t -- “ he liked permission for these sorts of things, liked knowing that he was on the same page as his husband.
Draco smiled kissing Zukos heated skin before saying, no almost breathlessly whispering, "Come on Zuk, come with me, together" before pushing in hard and moving his hand faster.
There were some things he didn’t need to be told twice to do -- and this? One of those things. Zuko came -- with a gasp of a breath and a nearly silly laugh at the instantaneous thought that now they’d have to wash the cabinets off. Not the most romantic thought there, but hey.
Funnily enough that thought didn't run through Dracos head but he was somewhat distracted by those gorgeous ass cheeks clenching around his cock bringing him off in the process. God he loved this feeling. He lay his forehead on Zukos back as he caught his breath. Lovingly giving his husbands cock a couple more gentle pulls.
Zuko took a moment to breathe (really breathe) and then sighed lazily and happily. Draco was a little sweaty, but then so was his back so it probably evened out properly.
"Your sister needs to move out more often."
Draco let out a huff of laughter, "You know I couldn't agree more right now" He was very glad he had the forethought to put the oven on very low.
Slowly he peeled himself off Zuko and pulled out of him with a little groan.
Zuko echoed that groan with a little sigh. Everything was a mess now. “Do we have time for a shower?” Because jesus, really.
"Yeah I put the oven on lowest it can be so we have time" he admitted with a grin, "as long as the shower isn't too distracting" he added.
“Everything is an innuendo with you,” Zuko said, and not for the first time today. Even if he might have had a point, Zuko wasn’t going to concede to it. Instead, he rolled his eyes and gave a Look.
Draco tried to look affronted, "Is that a complaint husband dear?" he asked.
Zuko rose his eyebrows and gave an innocent expression. It was about as believable as Draco’s affronted look. “No, dear husband. Never.”
"Glad to hear it" Draco replied before grinning and slapping Zuko lightly, "Now get that delectable ass in the bathroom"
Zuko actually giggled over that before waving a hand in defeat and heading toward the bathroom. “Yes, sir.”