Zuko thinks that's rough, buddy (fireprincezuko) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-09 14:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, draco malfoy, zuko |
Who: Zuko + Draco Malfoy
What: CONSUMMATION.
When: 4/7
Where: Bahamas, their room
Rating: High. Sex. Just... unapologetic amounts of sex.
Status: Complete
They got back to their room late. Or really early. It was really hard to tell at this point -- Zuko had to admit he wasn't paying a ton of attention. Everything in the last few hours had gone by in a bit of a bewildering blur. He was drunk on champagne, wine, entirely too many emotions.
Door closed firmly behind them, Zuko had to take a moment to lean against the hard wood of the door -- head rested against it for a short moment even as something akin to a giggle escaped him.
He was married now. Just like that.
Holy
Fucking
Shit.
Everything Zuko was feeling was most likely running through Draco too. They were married. Forever and ever, til death do us part, actually properly married. It was a pretty intense set of emotions.
Turning to see Zuko leaning against the door and giggling did him in, he giggled too as he moved towards the other boy. Placing his hands on Zuko’s hips he pressed their foreheads together, “So I get to introduce you as my husband now” he said with probably the widest smile known to man.
Zuko wasn’t the sort to smile too often, but Draco’s grin was infectious, and even the Japanese boy was aware that this was a perfectly proper sort of night for way too many smiles. So he did it too. Wide, bright, almost a little stupid. He couldn’t seem to help himself. “I guess you do,” he agreed, mirroring Draco’s posturing by settling his own hands on his husband’s hips, as well.
How very strange this all was. Zuko wasn’t taking too much time to dwell on it, because he far too often took too much time to think on things, and decided that he probably shouldn’t tonight. He gave a slight pause, smiled again and then gave a nearly helpless expression. “Your sister is going to kill us, you realize.”
“Oh most definitely” Draco agreed, “But I am making a concerted effort not to think about that right now” he informed his husband. Okay, that was never growing old. Even just in his head.
There were a number of things he wasn’t thinking about right now and his sister was definitely at the top of that list. As much as he loved her he really wanted to focus on this almost insane happiness.
“Fair enough,” Zuko said, because he couldn’t do anything but agree with that sentiment. He liked Pansy, but she probably shouldn’t have been the first thing on his mind in a moment like this.
He leaned forward a little, tilting his head to the side just enough to press a kiss to Draco’s lips. He ignored the irony that hardly a month ago he’d tried breaking up with this man and now they were -- well. They were.
Draco returned the kiss happily and eagerly, perfectly content to put his sister out of both their minds for now. His hands slipped from Zukos waist to slide round to his ass, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss.
Making out, Zuko had found over the last four or so months, was pretty much the best thing ever, particularly when he didn’t want to think of other things. Draco, as usual, took up all of his attention and he had absolutely no complaints as far as that was concerned.
Pressing his hips forward until they met Draco’s nearly flush, Zuko gave a nearly shy smile this time. “I believe,” he said, “you said something earlier about helping get this suit off?”
When Zuko pressed his hips forward Draco groaned but smiled. “It would be my absolute pleasure” he replied, running his hands up and around to push Zukos jacket from his shoulders as he claimed that tempting mouth once more.
Zuko found that he was rather smug about that response to the point where he was nearly dizzy with it. He had a feeling that he might be that way for a while to come. He nibbled Draco’s bottom lip even as he leaned a little closer -- close enough to slip his suit coat off, letting it drop carelessly to the floor.
Draco pulled Zukos shirt from his pants, not being able to resist slipping his hands under it to touch the skin there. Skimming his hands over his back and sides, as he placed kisses from Zukos lips along his jawline to his neck.
Letting out a little hum of pleasure, Zuko tilted his head back a little, allowing Draco a longer expanse of skin. His own hands moved upward, working at undoing the knot of the blond’s tie before dealing with suit jackets or anything else. Challenges came first, after all.
Draco wasn’t about to turn down that offer so he pulled Zuko in tighter as he continued to kiss and suck his neck, while his hands worked on undoing the buttons of his shirt, taking longer than necessary as his hands kept stroking over the skin he was uncovering.
Zuko was hardly a patient sort of man, but in some cases even he realized that the wait was worth it (probably, though, in a few minutes he would change his mind about that). He giggled again, because honestly, he wasn’t sure how not to right now, and felt doubly pleased with himself when he managed to completely unwork Draco’s tie -- letting it fall to the floor along with his own jacket.
“Bed,” he managed, because as much as he liked doorway sex, it wasn’t exactly what he wanted tonight.
Draco pulled back slightly and nodded, “Yes, bed, good” he said moving backwards and urging Zuko with him.
Zuko was nearly proud, as if he’d just made up a plan for curing world hunger, as opposed to just picking out a spot in which sex would be better and easier. Sometimes, really, it was the little things.
“Good,” he agreed, and realized that somewhere in their time together they’d learned to walk together in a way that was not completely awkward. Which was good. Everything, decided Zuko, was pretty good right now. Somewhere between getting to and falling down onto the bed, Zuko managed to toe his shoes off. Less work later, and all.
As soon as they were laying on the bed Draco went to work on undoing Zukos tie, dropping it down by the bed a brief image of Zuko bound and writhing beneath him flitted through his mind, later he decided, there would be time for that sort of thing later. For now he wanted to undress and make love to his husband properly. Undoing the rest of the shirt buttons Draco spread the material apart exposing the beautiful skin underneath, lowering his head he began trailing kisses down that incredible chest.
There was time for a lot of things later, indeed. Zuko had more than half a mind to think that despite their tropical locale, it was probably smart to assume that the both of them wouldn’t see the outdoors for at least a day or so. If he had it his way, anyhow. He could only assume Draco would agree with that.
The dark haired boy hummed out a noise of appreciation, settling his hands in Draco’s hair for a moment, since undressing him further in their current positions seemed a moot, difficult point.
Oh Draco was definitely in agreement. They wouldn’t need anything outside of this room for a while.
Gently scraping his teeth over a nipple Draco then placed a wet open mouthed kiss on the same area before repeating the action on the other side. His hands stroking Zukos sides and stomach.
There was either a joke or a note to make here about Draco’s musical talents -- and therefore his ability to play Zuko in much the same way. Once the two of them started, it seemed to Zuko like he wasn’t even able to quiet himself (even though he never said anything of great consequence). He wiggled out of his shirt and was too lazy to even toss it anywhere. “Hey,” he said, nearly brightly, as if something had just occurred to him.
Draco loved drawing out sounds and incoherent mumbles from Zuko, he loved his husbands voice especially when it was rough with need and want.
Raising himself from Zukos chest he tilted his head, “What?” he asked softly with a smile.
“We,” he said in reply, gesturing to the both of them. “are married.” His tone was still a little surprised at that. It wasn’t as if he’d just realized that, of course, but it was still sort of sinking in. He pulled Draco up more then, stealing another kiss and working his fingers to undo the buttons on his shirt. It only seemed fair.
“We really are” Draco replied moving up at Zukos encouragement and kissing him thoroughly. Damn if it wasn’t hotter when Zuko said it.
If by hot, Draco meant strangely bewildering and a bit of a relief. Zuko had been fairly certain that he was going to have a bit of an aneurysm leading up to the events. Now he felt much better, obviously, but still. “Wow,” said Zuko once they both needed to breathe again, because he had never been great with words. Then he shed Draco of both suit coat and shirt and they were even on that account.
It had been a relief when Draco had finally realised why Zuko had been so on edge, he'd begun to really worry that something was very wrong.
Looking down at his husband Draco still couldnt stop smiling. He kissed Zuko gently before once more trailing kisses down his body.
To be fair, it had been a bit of a pressure on the Japanese boy. Nerves got to everyone now and again, and Zuko wasn’t exactly the most well known for mastering his nerves about much of anything.
Oh well. All’s well that ends well, or whatever that saying was. Zuko forgot, because it was much nicer to let his fingers play through Draco’s hair again. He didn’t know why, but the blond locks always fascinated him, somehow. His hair was so soft.
It had been a lot of pressure and Draco thought Zuko had dealt with it admirably. He certainly planned on rewarding him.
Draco wasn't going to dissuade that, he loved the feeling of Zukos hands in his hair as he teased his way down the gorgeous body spread in front of him. His fingertips now playing at the waistband of his pants.
And Zuko, well, he would not dissuade Draco from rewarding him. Because who was stupid enough for that? His fingers tightened slightly in Draco’s hair, and he couldn’t help but take a deep breath and just hold it as Draco fiddled with the overly complicated button on his pants. Then again, every button was over complicated when you suddenly wished they didn’t exist anymore.
Draco however took his time, teasing just a little before kissing Zukos stomach as he finally got the button undone. He wanted Zuko writhing beneath him and planned on using every thing he knew to make it happen. Opening the pants slighty he nuzzled just above them knowing Zuko would feel the heat from his breathing but not directly where he wanted or needed it.
Teasing was something Zuko noted his husband was exceptionally good at. And Zuko, in turn, had become very, very practiced in the art of begging. He wasn’t going to yet, but he bit his bottom lip, stared at Draco for a moment, and realized that he was definitely going to be tonight. This morning. Whatever it was. And probably sooner rather than later.
“You’re awful,” he fondly told the other boy, because he could, and because he hadn’t yet been reduced to whimpers and moans so it was probably best to get his shots out now while it was still possible.
The smirk Draco gave him was wicked and suggestive, "I do hope you mean awfully good" he teased as his hands pushed the pants down leaving Zuko in just his underwear. The moaning and whimpering was definitely the aim of Dracos ministrations, he did so love that voice when it was lust filled just for him.
“Something like that,” Zuko agreed in a way that was meant to sound lazy, but failed hitting that mark. It was hard to sound lazy when he was, well hard.
Draco laughed lightly, "Good good" he replied before returning to the task at hand, so to speak. Placing small light kisses along Zukos stomach before moving to his thighs, letting little puffs of air occasionally find their mark over the erection that was now very obvious.
Nope, Zuko reflected. He’d meant just plain awful, and he was going to stick to that. He let his head drop back onto the bed for a second before giving up at being lax, and instead deciding to go with Helpful. He hooked his fingers onto the waistband of his boxers and wiggled them down a bit. See, Draco? Now you don’t have to work as hard.
But where was the fun in that, "Getting impatient love?" he asked, though he did give in somewhat and remove the boxers completely. He still didn't touch Zuko yet though instead continuing to stroke his hands along his husbands thighs.
Zuko lived for the small victories. Because no matter their demeanor in public (Zuko - moody, angry and bossy, and Draco -demure, amused, kind), or even with just themselves, when it really came down to it, Draco was sort of just the one in charge. It wasn’t a vocal thing, or even something they’d decided. It was more that Zuko just-- well. Would do basically anything the blond wanted without question.
So every once in a while, it was kind of fun just to do things out of their proper order. “I’m always impatient,” he pointed out, golden eyes watching Draco’s hands.
It worked both ways really, Draco would do anything Zuko asked too. But possibly more in his own time, always to the benefit of both of them though. He loved nothing more than to please Zuko and if he also took pleasure in the teasing way he did it then it was all for the good as far as he was concerned.
He looked up at Zuko as his hands continued to trace lazy patterns, occasionally edging higher before retreating. “Good things come to those who wait” he smiled.
Zuko did not respond to that, but instead lowered his eyelids in a way that might be considered coy, and kept his eyes on Draco’s hands even as he propped himself up a little further, until he was nearly sitting up straight again. The a perfect model of patience, but he was giving it a go.
Draco smirked as Zukos eyes remained on his hands, continuing their random patterns he bent his head to let his lips trace up from knee to inner thigh, coming excruciatingly close to touching the hard cock in front of him before moving to the other leg.
Zuko groaned a bit frustratedly at that, closing his eyes for a moment and biting his lower lip. Patience was difficult. If he didn’t actually like this so much, he might have been petulant about it. His fingers found Draco’s hair again, threading through it and brushing against ear lobe and jaw line.
Draco turned into Zuko’s hand kissing his palm before returning to his body, urging Zuko to bend his leg he ran his fingers down the back of it. He was pretty sure he could spend the rest of his life simply worshipping the body spread before him.
And probably, Zuko would just let him and be totally fine with that so long as he got a turn or two himself. He readjusted his posture as asked, shivering slightly at the touch, but then bent forward in a way where he could lean down a bit to steal another kiss from Draco -- he was just in that sort of mood where he couldn’t help himself from taking as many as he could get.
Draco had no problem with Zuko stealing as many kisses as he wanted to, in fact he actively encouraged it. Licking into the other boys mouth Draco’s hands couldn’t stop moving over his body, needing and craving the skin to skin contact.
Zuko huffed out a little whimpering breath into Draco’s mouth, wriggling a little closer to the blond as if to state his own need for contact (even though it was fairly obvious that they were already pretty well and thoroughly touching.)
If he wasn’t turned on enough already Zukos wiggling only added to it, his own erection straining against his still remaining pants reminding him that they could be closer in a much more intimate and pleasurable way. But for right now, he couldn’t stop kissing Zuko senseless.
Everything Draco did left Zuko a little senseless, to be fair. Of course, all in a very good way. The japanese boy nibbled on Draco’s lower lip for a moment -- his hands finding their way to Draco’s waist, gripping tightly the bare skin there before moving on to fumble distractedly with buttons and zipper.
Draco moaned and buried his head in Zuko’s neck as he felt the touch on his waist and zipper. He kissed and suckled on Zukos neck, sensations adding to the excitement of their situation.
“Christ,” Zuko muttered out hotly, closing his eyes for a moment to collect himself. It only half worked, considering. His fingers finally managing their set task, and he shimmied his boyf--nope. Husband’s -- pants off of sharp, lithe hips.
“I echo that sentiment” Draco whispered into Zuko’s ear before kissing his way down his jaw. Gasping as his pants slid down and over his almost painful erection.
Served him right, for all that teasing, Zuko reflected, without any real ire. He only smirked, bit his teeth playfully into Draco’s shoulder, and then decided that he was done being patient for the night. “Oh?” He asked, even as his fingers wrapped deftly around Draco’s erection.
Draco’s hips bucked as Zuko took him in hand, “Oh god” he shuddered out, a thought at the back of his mind telling him he maybe shouldn’t have teased so much but it was soon chased away as he reached down to grasp Zuko’s own erection.
Probably though, Draco had teased just enough -- or at least, no more than usual. But Zuko was extra impatient tonight, and wasn’t really taking the idea of the slow road very well. He hissed out a little whimper of his own when Draco finally touched him, and buried his face in the curve of the blond’s neck.
Now that he was touching Zuko and vice versa Draco found he too was rather impatient and the time for teasing was definitely over for now. Using his free hand he slid it into Zukos hair massaging his scalp in an opposing rhythm to the hand on Zukos cock.
Pleased and overwhelmed both at the touching, Zuko found himself giving shallow little breaths in order to cope, even as he tried his damnedest to match Draco’s stroking rhythm with his own hand. It wasn’t nearly as easy as it sounded. “God,” he found himself distractedly repeating after a moment, his free hand finding purchase on the small of Draco’s back.
Draco shifted his hips so they were more well aligned before taking them both in hand together, pausing for a moment as he adjusted to that feeling before slowly moving his hand up and down. “Fuck” he gasped biting his lip as he looked down at Zuko.
“Yes,” Zuko agreed, although his voice was strained and it didn’t come out as smoothly as he hoped it might have. “That was the -- jesus -- that was the plan.” Since he apparently had a free hand again, he buried it into Draco’s hair, gripping tightly, as if worried that the other boy might move away if he didn’t continue to hold him there.
“Smartass” Draco huffed out before placing a hard kiss on Zukos mouth, gasping into his mouth as he twisted his wrist to give them more pleasure. He was going nowhere but he certainly didn’t mind the tight grip in his hair.
Zuko decided against responding to that. If by deciding against, he really meant something more along the lines of had any response he might have come up with stolen from him by Draco’s ridiculously talented fingers. Instead, he whimpered slightly into Draco’s mouth and balanced himself just enough with one hand to be able to put his hips into the equation.
The added friction on their cocks caused by Zuko moving his hips took Draco’s breath away, he could feel the slow pressure building and knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. When their kiss broke for air Draco moved his mouth down to Zukos chest, licking and sucking one of his nipples as his hand increased the pace.
“Fuck,” Zuko gasped out, not sure if he or Draco had been the one to say that last -- and not really caring. It was hard enough to concentrate on keeping himself in an upright position whilst thrusting his hips. Not to mention not just losing his control completely and coming right then and there. It wasn’t hard to be overexcited today.
Draco hummed his agreement into Zuko’s skin, pretty soon he’d lose the ability to think - not that he was doing a great job currently as he placed wet open mouthed kisses over his husband’s chest. Placing his weight on his knees he moved his own hips with Zuko’s swiping his thumb over the tip of both their cocks.
Dirty pool, Draco. Dirty pool. His fingers tightened in Draco’s hair and the Japanese boy gave out a strained little huff of breath. Thinking was, indeed, hard. “Draco,” he murmured in faint warning, because that thumb move had been cheating.
Draco would have maintained that it was only a little bit cheating, and in certain circumstances a little cheating was entirely necessary and allowed. However as it was hearing his name fall from Zuko’s lips reduced him to incoherence so he leaned forward to claim that mouth as he repeated the thumb swipe.
Cheating again -- but definitely the best kind. Zuko couldn’t help himself -- he’d warned the other boy, and so when he came, it was with a long shudder -- kissing Draco and moaning his name into his mouth.
A little romantic -- but suited for a couple newly married.
Zuko’s release triggered Draco’s own and he continued to move his hand on their cocks until they were both too sensitive for the stimulation. He kissed Zuko almost desperately as they rode the waves of sensation.
At some point the two had fallen over in the bed, until they were a tangle of arms and legs, Zuko panted shallowly, catching his breath for a time -- head tucked underneath Draco’s chin. He waited for a time, until everything seemed a little less intense, a little more normal. Damn, this was addictive.
Draco kept his arms around Zuko, liking the feel of him so close as he regained his equilibrium. He picked up Zuko’s left hand and kissed his palm, fingers playing with the ring there. Part of him, the more possessive part, liked that everybody would know Zuko was claimed. That he belonged to Draco and vice versa. It was a good feeling.
Understandably -- Zuko felt much the same way, actually. He knew it wasn’t really a concern for the either of them -- especially for Draco, since Zuko never actually went out and talked to people. But the point wasn’t really to make sense. It just was.
Zuko smiled a lazy little smile, letting Draco mess with his hand however he liked for a time. “Shower?” he asked, after a bit.
“Mmm” Draco hummed in agreement, it was a good idea, they both had the combined evidence of their pleasure over their stomachs and chests. He stretched slightly before nodding at Zuko, “Let’s go play in the water” he smiled using the hand he still held to pull Zuko closer to steal a kiss before they got up from the bed.
Zuko did intend to play there -- but not before getting clean to just start the cycle all over again. He only grinned, took the kiss happily, and then moved to drag them both to the bathroom.