Who: Zuko and Draco Malfoy What: A romantic evening When: Early/Mid November Where: Their home Rating: High/NC17 Status: Complete
Everything seemed to have been very busy lately, with Halloween parties, Halloween weddings, Zuko’s school work and not to mention preparation for Draco’s first single release. So Draco had taken things into his own hands and, with the apartment back to just the two of them again, he had planned a lovely relaxing evening for them.
He’d made dinner and dessert, laid the table with the good stuff, lit candles and had Zuko’s favorite fruity drinks chilling in the fridge. Now all he needed was his husband.
Draco’s strangely oblivious husband -- Zuko sometimes got amazingly wrapped up in just about everything he was doing and forgot that sometimes relaxing or just taking a few hours off was a possibility. Case in point, he shuffled into the house mid evening, a high pile of books in his hand and his bag, equally full, slung over one shoulder.
He paused, peeking over the books at the table and candles there. Oh. Had he… forgotten they’d planned something for the night?
Had they planned something for the night?
“I’m sorry,” Zuko called out immediately instead of hello.
Draco chuckled as he entered the room and instantly whispered a spell to make the books float from Zuko and put themselves away. “Why are you sorry babe?” he asked stealing a quick kiss and wrapping his arms around Zuko’s waist.
Zuko, not for the first time, decided he absolutely loved magic. Draco’s magic, in particular. Now a load lighter, he shrugged his bag from his shoulder to allow it to thump down on the kitchen floor and stole another kiss.
“I’ve clearly forgotten something?” he posed it as a question, just in case. Just in case was always the best scenario sometimes.
Draco loved his magic too, it came in very handy. "Nope, you haven't" he assured his husband after returning the kiss happily, "I just thought we could do with a nice evening in relaxing" he explained.
“Candle light equates to relaxing?” Zuko asked, a little teasingly. But everything was set out so nicely, so thoughtfully, that he was nearly overwhelmed with fondness for his husband.
“Thank you,” he murmured, “What did you make?”
“Okay, romantic relaxing” Draco amended with a grin, “You already know I’m the sappy husband” he winked.
“Lasagne, nothing terribly difficult but I did make tiramisu for dessert” he added kissing Zuko once more, “It shouldn’t be too long”
A sweet coffee flavored cake for dessert? Zuko smiled into the kiss, snuffing out a tiny laugh. Clearly, he was well and truly loved. "Seems fantastic," he said, and meant it. "You're the best. You have to know."
“I try” Draco chuckled arms around Zuko’s waist, “So how’s your day been?” And with that question weren’t they just the picture of domesticity?
They really were. Which was probably fair because they were a fairly domestic couple -- neither was really the sort to want to do anything other than sit at home anyway. “Oh, you know. I worked. Studied. Talked up my client to some important people….”
"Oh yeah? So what did you say about your client?" Draco grinned as he worked his fingers under Zuko's shirt.
“Oh, you know, the usual. He’s handsome. Stupidly talented.” Zuko couldn’t help but grin, teeth biting into his lower lip as he scooted just a tiny bit closer into the touch.
“Mmm really? Sounds like quite a guy” Draco chuckled as his fingers roamed freely over Zuko’s skin now, trailing a path up and down his spine.
“Yeah.” Zuko gave a straight face, all kinds of serious, raised eyebrow and all. “I’m thinking about sleeping with him.”
"And break your husband's heart? Hope he's worth it" Draco laughed before tugging Zuko even closer and kissing along his jaw down to his neck.
Tilting his head up at an appropriate angle for more kisses, Zuko half smiled and closed his eyes. “Maybe,” he murmured. “He does seem flexible.” Hopefully that lasagna had a while to go, because Zuko was really starting to get some ideas about the uses of kitchen tables and candles that had absolutely nothing to do with dinner.
"Flexible huh?" Luckily Draco knew what they were like and had anticipated some kind of distraction so had turned the oven down low in order to give them time. "How flexible are we talking?" He grinned as he kissed the skin beneath his lips.
"Hmm," Zuko hmmed out thoughtfully, clearly goading a bit. But this was how they worked, him and Draco, so really it was just to be expected. Much like keeping the oven on low.
"Not sure. I suppose we'll just have to see? To know for sure?"
"I guess we will. Could be fun" Draco teased as his hands slipped to cup Zukos ass while sucking his mark onto his neck. It was a good job Zuko didn't mind being claimed like that since Draco did it fairly often.
It really was sort of unprofessional though. Luckily for him, Zuko had other marks and scars that people already had to pointedly avoid looking at in order to seem polite, so there wasn’t much he couldn’t get away with.
“Could be? You’re not even going to promise a good time?”
Honestly Draco had more important things on his mind at those times than professionalism. It was lucky he had Zuko really otherwise he'd probably end up a house husband in their new arrangement, he rather liked writing music and cooking at home.
"Oh you wanted a guarantee? Then I will absolutely promise a mind blowing time" he grinned claiming Zuko's lips.
They had a good balance really -- Draco could play his shows, record his music and all the rest -- but he still ended up being home more often than Zuko was between classes, living in the library, and attending meetings with people for his management arrangements. Considering that Zuko couldn't really cook to save his life, it worked out well for the both of them.
Not that he was thinking about cooking right now. Not even a little bit.
He hummed his approval out into Draco's mouth, the kiss amused and perfect, but Zuko could always be found wanting for more.
It was definitely an arrangement they were both happy with and Draco found himself perfectly content with their life.
“Sounds like I might need to convince you” Draco murmured against his lips when the kiss ended, a small smirk playing across his face. This time he kissed along Zuko’s jawline while his hands went to work on undoing Zuko’s trousers. Running his finger along the front of them as he did so.
So of course Zuko leaned into that touch, hips bucking slightly like he was just suddenly most definitely on board with this plan. “Yes,” he murmured but even he wasn’t sure if he was just agreeing or if he was prompting more of the same.
Draco wasn’t sure either but he didn’t question it, instead he simply undid Zuko’s trousers and pushed them down his legs. Kneeling on the floor he kissed Zuko’s thighs as his hand cupped his erection through his underwear.
It took a little wiggling -- to step out of shoes and pants, to kick both articles to the side without really leaving Draco’s touch in the meanwhile. But Zuko was mostly practiced in the art of getting out of tough situations, and managed fairly well. “Fuck,” he said, because no one could force him to be more deliberate with his words than he already was. “Draco.”
He managed very well, Draco was proud of his husband. He smirked, “Soon enough love” he teased before nuzzling into Zuko’s crotch. His hands moved to slip inside his husbands pants to cup his ass.
"I'm impatient," Zuko warned, not a real warning at all, because for the most part that wasn't even true. "How soon is soon, really." He tilted his hips forward and then back, unsure of where he would have preferred the attention he was being given.
"Patience is a virtue dear husband" Draco grinned wickedly as he kissed Zuko's stomach before taking the waistband between his teeth and slowly moving downwards. Hands pushing them down from behind too.
Zuko sucked in his breath, already imagining every single wicked thing that was going to go down. Of course, the real thing would be more appreciated than his own active imagination. “I’m not looking to be virtuous,” he deadpanned, gripping the edge of the table for balance.
Draco chuckled, the vibrations travelling through Zuko since he was still so close to his body, "Really? You're looking to be what then? Sinful? Naughty?" He peeled the underwear down to reveal Zuko's cock as he spoke, breath floating over his husbands body.
“Whatever you want,” came Zuko’s reply, hardly smooth, a little shaky really -- already half way to wrecked. He couldn’t help it -- it wasn’t as if his attention to the subject at hand weren’t painfully obvious. “Anything.”
Draco loved it, seeing how quickly he could get his husband caught up in everything. It was flattering and incredibly hot. He leaned forward to kiss Zuko’s thigh before travelling slowly upwards towards his waiting cock, he kissed the tip before trailing his lips down it.
It wasn’t exactly hard to be caught up in it all when someone was kneeling between his legs and offering their mouths in ways that were better than good. Tiramisu was good, but this was better. “Oh,” he breathed out, approvingly.
Smiling a rather smug and wicked smile Draco looked up at his husband as he took him fully into his mouth. Sucking and licking and trying to give as much pleasure to Zuko as he could. His hands came up to grip Zuko’s ass as he moved up and down on his cock.
It was really strange sometimes, the sense of overwhelming affection that Zuko got when he was around Draco. It was just -- a lot. Like a slap to the face of just … well. Love. Not that he wasn’t massively aroused currently, but he was also just stupidly reminded of how perfect his husband could be sometimes.
“Jesus,” Zuko said, tipping his hips forward to.. well, help. Maybe a little enthusiastically. “You’re just --”
Draco smiled as much as he could around the hard cock in his mouth, his fingers slipped to tease over Zuko’s hole and the skin between that and his balls. He pulled off for a moment to laugh softly, breath ghosting over Zuko’s skin before he trailed his lips down his erection.
“You keep that up,” Zuko said, sounding almost mournful at his own tact -- because well, sometimes he was -- “and all the fun is going to be over entirely too quickly.”
Placing another kiss on the top of Zuko’s cock, he then trailed his lips upwards. “Well we can’t have that now can we” he smiled against his skin, licking Zuko’s nipple with a smirk.
“No,” Zuko murmured, pulling Draco up a little further to steal a proper kiss -- and maybe also use him as a balance so that he could shift up until he was sitting on the edge of the table. Probably not super sanitary, but whatever. “We’ve got until the food’s done, right? No rush…”
Draco returned the kiss happily, supporting Zuko as he sat up. He’d clean the kitchen with magic later, it wouldn’t be a problem. “No rush at all” he nodded, tongue running over Zuko’s bottom lip before deepening the kiss once again. He could happily spend hours just kissing his husband.
Which was good, since it was a pastime they both seemed to enjoy greatly. Zuko only pulled him closer, wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist and leaning forward until they were nearly flush. “Well, then.”
"Mmm" Draco hummed, "anything particular you have in mind, babe?" he said lips still close to Zuko's as his hands roamed freely over his husbands body.
Zuko shrugged a little, but wasn’t exactly passing at nonchalant. He wasn’t great at that even on his best days. “Make it rough,” he said, and it wasn’t quite asking, but not really a demand either.
Draco smiled as he leaned in to put his lips against Zuko's ear, "Can you imagine me bending you over this table and taking you hard and fast? Holding you down while I thrust inside you? That the sort of thing you had in mind?" As he spoke Draco's hand slid between them to stroke his husbands erection.
Zuko huffed out a little noise of vague agreement, tilting his hips up into Draco’s hand looking for more friction than what was being given.
“Yes,” he said, turning his head slightly to nibble and lick at Draco’s jawline. “Exactly.”
His heart rate and breathing had increased with lust while he was talking to Zuko and his husbands reaction only intensified that. Draco smiled slowly trailing his lips down his husbands neck before biting down on his neck at the same time he tightened his hand on Zuko’s cock, giving him the friction he so desired.
Pulling back slightly, his pupils blown as he looked at Zuko before he reached out to lift his husband from the edge of the table to turn him around and push him down so his chest was lying on it, ass in the air just waiting for Draco.
Yeah, no. That was good. Really good. Zuko let out a little noise, and he wasn't sure if it was a whimper or something a little closer to begging for more of the same. Either way, he pressed his hands flat against the table to brace himself and wriggled back a little encouragingly against Draco.
"Like that," he agreed, as if it'd been completely his idea.
"So glad you approve" Draco drawled teasingly, dropping a little smack against Zuko's ass before squeezing it. He grabbed lube from the drawer, this was not their first romp in the kitchen, then after slicking up his fingers he worked one into his husbands ass.
Yeah, sex in the kitchen had kind of been A Thing for the first week or two after Pansy had moved out. It was still kind of a thing, but usually only in urgent situations (such as this one), since it turned out that the kitchen was oddly uncomfortable. Go figure.
Not that Zuko minded that very much currently. At all actually. He tilted his head, pressing his cheek against the woodgrain of the table and groaned out his appreciation, tilting back further into those fingers.
Draco, especially, had wanted to have kitchen sex. He spent a lot of time in there after all so it was rather nice to be able to recall fucking Zuko against the cupboard when he went to retrieve flour or something else they kept in there.
He bent over Zuko, erection grazing the inside of his thigh as he continued working his fingers into his husband as he placed biting kisses across his back and shoulders.
Zuko appreciated all the attention and the kisses, he really did. He hummed out a little noise of approval, and then decided he was impatient. "S'good enough," he muttered fingers curling in until they were loose fists against the table. "Do it now. C'mon."
Draco smiled against Zuko’s skin, “Impatient tonight aren’t we” he said into Zuko’s ear as he removed his fingers. Then he bit down on the lobe as he lined himself up and thrust inside Zuko completely. He slid his hands along his husband’s arms to his wrists where he held them on the table as he pulled back before thrusting in once more.
"Fuck!" Which was almost an answer, sort of. Not at all. But to be fair, if Zuko hadn't said that, he probably wouldn't have answered at all. "Jesus -- yes." Also not answers, but definitely prompts, even if he was effectively pinned down by hands and hips and dick, it didn't mean he couldn't just ask for more of the same.
Really, Zuko was a bit of a glutton.
Luckily Draco was an indulgent sort so it worked out just fine. His hands were still curled around Zuko's wrists while he continued to thrust in and out of that delicious ass. The quietness of the kitchen disturbed by the sound of Draco moaning as he fucked Zuko hard, balls slapping each time he buried himself inside his husband.
Zuko, of course, approved. Loudly. Very loudly. It was probably good for them that this wasn't an apartment complex, and that if the neighbors heard they never bothered saying so.
It wasn't an easy feat bucking back into those thrusts but he managed well enough -- not caring for a second if it made the lip of the table bite into his hips. Sometimes it was those little extra things that made it better.
Of course the noises Zuko made simply acted as encouragement for Draco he bent further over changing the angle that he entered Zuko causing him to slide deeper as he continued to fuck his husband. His lips closed around a spot on Zuko’s shoulder and he sucked on it before scraping his teeth along it, his breathing ragged.
“Jesus christ,” Zuko whimpered out, suddenly overwhelmed and unable to stop the whimpering whine in the back of his throat. A little more, right there - perfect. So perfect in fact that it was hard to even say so, he just nodded stupidly, cheek against the table. “Please.”
Zuko didn't need to say anything more, Draco was close to the edge and determined to bring Zuko with him when he went over it. He gripped his hips tightly as his own hips moved fast and deep, entering Zuko at the perfect angle now as he panted against his back. "God, Zuko" he whispered brokenly.
Zuko agreed wholeheartedly. He wasn’t sure what he was agreeing with, but he definitely was and that had to count for something, he was sure. He scrambled for better balance and purchase against the table, palms flat against the tabletop and breathing sharp - fast.
“Yes,” he agreed further, closing his eyes hard and just -- taking it. A second more right there and he was sure he’d be able to get off without even being touched. “Fuck,” he repeated, always one for verbosity in times like these.
That was entirely Draco's aim, he wanted Zuko to come just from being fucked they had done it before and Draco was trying hard not to lose it first. After a couple of deep thrusts he could hold back no more and with another push inside his husbands gorgeous ass he came hard crying out Zuko’s name against his skin.
That aim? Totally worked. Might have helped that Draco went first (and it wasn't like Zuko was a follower or anything, but he took some leading by example pretty well some days) and that seemed like permission enough to be able to let go too.
That they'd made a mess of the table and floor mattered not even a little bit as they both fought for breath and Zuko almost laughed his way happily through orgasm. Sometimes you just had to show your pleasure over things.
Draco was panting and couldn't help laughing softly when Zuko did. He kissed Zuko's shoulders and nuzzled into him, "Okay babe?" he asked when his breathing allowed him to speak.
“I’ve forgotten how to stand,” Zuko said, a little surprised, although he was sort of standing. Ish. Maybe that wasn’t the proper answer. He tried again. “Yes.”
“That good huh?” he teased stroking his hands down Zuko’s arms before resting them on the table. Placing one last kiss between his husbands shoulder blades he began to ease back, and out, of Zuko.
Zuko only leaned further on the table, folding his arms and resting his forehead on them, offering a lazy half smile. “Yes,” he repeated with a little sigh, hyper focused on the now cool air on his sort-of sweaty back. “Good.”
Draco chuckled lightly, "Love you" he said softly before performing a cleaning spell on them both and ruffling Zuko's hair.
“You’d fucking better after all that,” Zuko said, and couldn’t help sounding a little more than pleased even as he leaned into the ruffling before straightening himself back up enough to find his pants again.
Placing himself between Zuko and his pants he smiled as he took his husband in his arms and kissed him sweetly before swatting his ass playfully and moving to check the dinner.
Laughing fondly, Zuko rubbed away the feigned burn of the swat before hopping into his pants. He licked his lips and then moved over his husbands' shoulder to look into the oven as well. "Done?"
Draco looked at him from the corner of his eye, “Done” he nodded, “You worked up a good appetite?” he smirked.
Zuko returned the smirk, stretching up until his fingers were reaching up for the ceiling. "I think I could eat," he agreed, droll on purpose.
Chuckling Draco tickled his stomach as he stretched, "Grab the wine from the fridge would you while I serve this up" he requested stealing a quick kiss before sorting out their dinner.
Zuko did grab the wine, a sweet looking white that thankfully had a twist off cap instead of the sort with a cork, and so he opened it and poured two glasses as well. Might as well be helpful. Even if he would rather have melted into a seat and looked smugly fucked out, instead.
They could both look smugly fucked out again later but for now they were going to eat, drink and continue to enjoy their romantic evening.