Zuko thinks that's rough, buddy (fireprincezuko) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-04 16:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, draco malfoy, zuko |
Who: Draco & Zuko Malfoy
What: Talking, sexing
When: early october
Where: Their place
Rating: High for sexy times
Status: Complete
Draco finished playing and singing and looked over at Zuko, “So I think that’s my first single release” he said, “Think it’s okay?” he asked waiting for his husband’s reaction.
Zuko had really been a star, since he’d taken over Draco’s management he’d found an agreeable record label and they were waiting to record and release the first song which would then become an eight track album if it was well received.
It’d been some hard work, getting that label -- but Zuko found that he did a very good act at at least pretending he knew what he was talking about. He was just amiable enough, and just more than a little fierce at meetings, too. It worked well, since Draco was, well, exceptionally nice in comparison.
“I think it sounds like a single,” Zuko said, with a smile. He meant it, too.
Draco grinned before hopping up and over to kiss his husband, "Love you" he said against Zuko's lips, "You know this is all because of you" And it really was, Draco couldn't have done it alone and it was great having someone he completely and utterly trusted in his corner. He'd also discovered that he rather liked the fierce side of Zuko he saw in meetings. It was rather hot watching his husband lay down the law on his behalf.
Well, someone had to. And anyway, it was a nice outlet for Zuko's temper - he got to be annoyed, argue figures, make rules -- and then go home at the end of the day and be proud he didn't set anyone on fire. And after that he got to relinquish all control and let Draco fuck him right into the mattress.
"You too," he said, biting his lip and smiling almost lazily. "I think you should probably to a youtube release of the acoustic version, too. You know, to show off your dreamy side." He grinned.
It really was a perfect set up they had going on. Neither one had reason to complain.
Draco nodded, youtube was a great medium after all, before raising his eyebrows, “My dreamy side?” he questioned not sounding overly keen on the idea that he had one of those, though he was a bit of a sap when it came to Zuko.
"Oh yeah," Zuko said, tittering a little over it before stretching out on the couch and settling his head on Draco's lap. "Totally sensitive. People love that." A pause. "Or, more realistically, lots of people are impressed with acoustic just because it's less instrument and more raw emotion." Christ, to think he hadn't known one cd from the other before he'd walked into his husband in that park.
Draco’s hand automatically went to brush through Zuko’s hair where it lay in his lap, his other hand tangling with one of Zuko’s own. “Now that I can do” Draco agreed, “Just make sure you’re in the room, if I’m singing to you it’ll be even better emotion wise” He didn’t mind admitting that half of the songs he wrote he did so with Zuko in mind, probably more, and when he sang them to his husband there was something more to them.
Zuko kind of knew this -- it was a bit difficult to ignore. Sometimes they stared at each other while Draco worked. It was only lucky Pansy moved out, because she'd been pretty vocal about just how creepy that was.
"I'll see what I can do," Zuko murmured, smirking, but leaning into the touch as well -- arching his back into it, in fact. "But I'm a pretty busy guy these days."
Draco preferred to think of it as romantic and sweet despite Pansy insisting it wasn’t, she thought they were adorable really. She was just the less romantic of the siblings.
Bringing Zuko’s hand to his mouth he kissed his wrist, “I could make it worth your while I’m sure” he said, lips ghosting over his skin, “Even for a hot shot manager and dedicated student” he smiled.
He had just started school up this semester -- just two weeks in on prereq courses that he felt a little too smart for. But they did take up his time, and it was a full load. "Oh?" He asked, and probably wasn't nearly as coy as he thought he was. It didn't stop him from running his fingers against Draco's jawline.
He was too smart for them, Draco was sure but needs must and Zuko seemed to be enjoying it. He turned his head to kiss his palm, “I can be very creative you know? And not just musically” he grinned.
Chewing his lower lip, Zuko demurred a little. It was all a part of the game, he supposed. It was fun, this way. Always something a little new. He glanced away, looking half shy. "Is that so? I'd love to hear your ideas."
“Demonstrations always get the point across in a much clearer way I find” Draco said, his voice soft and low as he slipped his hand under Zuko’s top to stroke his fingers over his stomach.
"I'm always willing to watch," Zuko agreed, squirming a little in Draco's lap and smiling. Demurring was cute, but never seemed to last for long. It wasn't his fault Draco did terrible things to him.
“Always nice when you’re willing” Draco chuckled, hand undoing the belt at Zuko’s waist so his hand could slip inside. He quite liked how quickly he could make Zuko lose it, in fact he was proud of it.
As he should have been: Zuko didn't go all squirmy, gaspy and wanton for just anyone. No, really, only Draco. His eyes half closed and Zuko opened his mouth halfway, tilting his hips into the touch and sighing like he was goddamn made for this.
Draco quite liked the idea that Zuko was made for this, for him. It was nice and somewhat comforting. He wrapped his hand around Zuko's length and slowly moved as he kissed his husband's neck and chest.
Tilting his head back enough where his head was practically burrowed into Draco’s leg, Zuko shifted a little, closing his eyes, humming slightly. “God,” he mumbled out. “Yes.”
Smiling down at his husband Draco said, “Demonstration is to your liking so far?” he stroked his thumb over the head of Zuko’s cock teasingly.
Zuko cracked one eye open, offered Draco a slow, lazy sort of smile and then changed his mind completely on tone when his husband did dirty fucking things with his thumb. Cheatery. Instead of coming up with any decent responses, he offered a needy little moan and gripped tightly at Draco’s upper arm.
Draco liked that reaction, “I’m taking that as an affirmative” he smirked before leaning down to kiss Zuko properly, his tongue snaking into his husband’s mouth as his hand continued to pump his cock.
Definitely an affirmative. Clearly he was more than a little into it today (not that he wasn't most days, but usually he offered a little sass on the side. Today he just couldn't seem to manage it), offering tiny little panting breaths right against Draco's tongue. His toes curled happily until they were hiding in the cuffs of his jeans and Zuko couldn't help but tilt his hips upward. More.
Usually the sass was welcomed, it was part of Zuko’s charm after all, but Draco also loved it when he was so into it that he could only pant or moan. It was somewhat of a turn on. When those gorgeous hips tilted upwards Draco smiled, kissing Zuko he then trailed his lips down his chest over his stomach and nuzzled into his waistband. Removing his hand for a moment he pushed the jeans down far enough so that Zuko’s hard cock could spring free so Draco could place kisses along it’s length. The angle may have been slightly awkward but they made it work.
It was an awkward angle -- but really only for Draco, and if he was managing it, Zuko could too -- he really only had to deal with his husband’s knees digging into him in weird places, and the Japanese boy never minded a little hurt when it came to good things.
“Oh,” he said, in a little huff of noise, all kinds of approval.
Draco smiled before taking Zuko into his mouth completely, tongue swirling around the head as he moved up and down. One hand rested on Zuko’s stomach while the other played with his balls, drawing out as many moans and sounds from his husband as he could.
Which was a lot of moans. Zuko huffed and writhed and finally gave up at moving around too much when Draco’s knee ended up too much in his neck. But all in all it was very nice. He let Draco know it by clinging closely, fingers hooked in the cloth of his husband’s shirt.
Zuko’s lovely noises let Draco know that his husband was enjoying it, but the fingers in his shirt also backed that up. It was good to know. Because Draco was definitely enjoying himself even though his own jeans were becoming a little tight, but that could be taken care of later. Right now he was intent on drawing out the pleasure for Zuko.
Which Zuko appreciated, he really did. But still. He sighed, or maybe it was a moan. Sometimes it was hard to tell. “You know,” he said, almost conversationally, “what would make this better?”
Slowly releasing Zuko from his mouth Draco looked up at his husband, “What would make this better?” he asked with a slow smile.
“Actual fucking.” Zuko’s smile was sweet and hopeful. Flies with honey, or something, right? Right.
Draco couldnt help the laugh that escaped, "Well you know I can never deny you" he grinned.
“Which is why I only ask the most reasonable of things,” Zuko agreed, but there was a tinge of a whine in his tone and he wriggled his hips a little more just to prove a point.
Draco slipped his legs out from beneath Zuko and stood for a moment to remove his clothes before removing Zukos, then naked and hard he lay next to him. Thank god they'd picked expensive but comfortable furniture, he was sure normal couches would have been an issue.
Normal couches were for chumps. Zuko rearranged himself as well, sitting up in order to straddle his husband on the couch and then smile down at him. "Accio something," he asked, and it wasn't exactly asking.
Laughing Draco bent his legs slightly causing his erection to nudge Zuko's pert behind. "Who knew you were so gifted" he teased, trying to move his hips a little to bump more against him.
“I wasn’t doing it,” Zuko said, a bit impatiently. “I’m telling you to.” As if to prove a point (but not really), he rolled his hips down against Draco’s erection. That movement said it all: fucking. It could be happening now, but you won’t magic up some damn lube.
Reaching down to grasp his wand, his actual wand, Draco went one better and muttered the words to lube them up magically. That had taken some work but he'd gotten the spell perfected in the end. "Your point was well taken" he said, giving up the teasing and tilting his hips more forcefully upwards.
That’s for that clarification, Draco. Zuko stilled, shivered slightly and then laughed. That was a neat trick, even he had to admit. “Well,” he murmured, softly, teasingly. “Now your point is going to be well taken.”
It wasn’t the worst innuendo, and Zuko didn’t let it sit in the air too long, since he was squirming, against Draco, reaching behind himself to line up a little better on top of his husband.
Draco huffed out a little laugh, before his breath hitched as Zuko reached back to position himself better. Once he did Draco lifted as much as he could and the tip of his cock entered Zuko, but the rest Zuko had the power over.
Which Zuko was pretty much fine with. He let out a little gasp of -- something. Not shock, obviously. Closed his eyes and then hummed his approval even as he lowered himself properly all the way down onto his husband.
"Zuko" Draco moaned as his husband lowered himself, "You feel so good" he tightened his hands on Zuko's hips.
“Yes,” Zuko agreed, but wasn’t really sure what he was agreeing to. Sometimes it was a little hard to make real conversation during sex, even if he did seem to babble a lot of the time regardless.
But it was good. Even if it took him a moment to find a proper sort of lift and lower pacing. It was good.
It was very good. Draco heartily approved as Zuko found a good rhythm. He tried to help but when his husband tilted forward or back a little he became lost in sensations. What he did do was reach down to stroke Zuko's cock in an alternate pace to their lovemaking.
Which was finely appreciated, of course (how could it not be?). Zuko hummed a little in approval, leaned down just enough to offer something that was between a bite and a kiss.
The kiss/bite was well received especially when the lean forward sent some nice feelings pinging through Draco. Keeping one hand between them on his husband's cock he used the other to hold his head in place to deepen the kiss.
And there was Zuko, driven back into tiny whimpers and moans and with no real words at all to offer. It was a shame how his brain sometimes just shut off. Still, couldn’t be helped; sex was hard to think through.
Luckily, his movements were automatic, shifting and a push and pull, tilting his hips into Draco’s hand and kissing him stupidly between tiny gasps.
No words were good, Draco had none either. He'd been reduced to whimpers and incoherent moans as Zuko moved his hips so wonderfully. Slipping one of his hands up to his husband's chest he tweaked Zuko's nipple while increasing the pace of the hand on his cock.
Letting out a little whimper of a moan, Zuko closed his eyes, licked his lower lip. “Closecloseclose,” more a chant than real words.
Draco moaned in agreement, he was close too and now determined that they would come together. He thrust his hips up and bending his legs which caused him to enter Zuko more deeply as he pumped the gorgeous cock in his hand.
"Fuck." That all hit the right spot, really. Together might have been pushing it (sometimes Zuko was greedy and didn't think to wait), but the timing seemed pretty on this go around, Zuko gasping stupidly and making a mess of Draco's hand and nearly laughing even as he did it.
Zuko’s release triggered Draco’s own, close enough to be together in Draco’s eyes and he cried out Zuko’s name as he came hard inside his husband. He lay there panting and pulled Zuko down to kiss him deeply. He knew they would have to move and clean up soon but right now he wanted to enjoy the aftermath.
Cleaning up was … for chumps. Zuko remember how to breathe and then forgot all over again in the subsequent kisses, and was totally fine with it. “Naps now?” He asked, lazy, boneless and completely fucking draped over Draco like it was no big thing.
“Mmmm that sounds good” Draco hummed, completely content with Zuko draped over him. He wrapped his arms around his husband and snuggled happily. Clean up could come later, after all with Draco’s magic they didn’t necessarily have to move anyway.
Magic was awesome. Zuko would be jealous if he could be bothered to be anything other than a little boneless pile of cuddles. “Perfect,” he mumbled, and quite meant it.
He didn't need to be jealous, anything Zuko wanted Draco to do with magic he would do. Most of the things he knew were to both their benefits anyway. "Perfect" Draco agreed, kissing his husband.
“I try,” Zuko said, blithe on purpose because he was just that sort lately. He took the kiss, stole another and then readjusted himself so that he wasn’t -- you know. All over and all. “Now stop talking.”
Draco smiled and nodded, stealing another kiss before closing his eyes and sighing happily with a smile on his face.