Who: Zuko + Draco Malfoy What: Driving lessons When: 4/25 Where: On the streets. Rating: High. Because Driving turns into sex. Status: Complete
There's nothing for it: Zuko was certain as anything that this was the one thing he'd never be able to manage. He just couldn't do it.
Steeling himself (not for the first time in the last few minutes), the Japanese boy took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and then reopened them to look over to his right at Draco. "I don't know about this," he said, and was pleased at himself for not sounding too nervous, even if he had vocalized the same sentiment.
Still. He gripped the steering wheel of Draco's car, looked out the windshield and tilted his mouth into a considering sort of pout.
Driving was hard. And he hadn't even started the car yet.
Draco waited patiently for Zuko to calm down, he knew his husband was nervous, his body language was practically screaming that. But he knew once he relaxed a bit he’d be fine. Now it was just getting him to relax. Draco was looking forward to teaching Zuko to drive, it would be nice spending time together doing something so normal and Draco, thankfully, had quite a lot of patience.
“I’m positive about this” Draco told him with a smile, “I won’t let anything happen Zuk, you’re going to do great” he said in reassurance, squeezing Zuko’s shoulder before letting go. “Now shall we start her up?”
Doing great was probably pushing it there, Draco. Still, Zuko found humor in the clearly forced compliment, and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle before leaning over to kiss his husband. “Alright,” he agreed, when he was finally upright again. He turned the key until the engine started up.
Draco had more faith in him than Zuko realised, but he returned the kiss happily before smiling as Zuko started the car. “Excellent” he nodded, “Now ease your foot onto the accelerator and release the handbrake. Just like we practiced”
“Okay,” he said, and did as told. Draco clearly knew better on this one than he did anyway. Still, he probably should have been paying more attention every time Draco had driven somewhere. It was what he got for just staring out the window all the time, he supposed.
“Then reverse,” he said, and did that too with a motion that was very focused. He could do this. He could create fire out of nothing. How hard could it possibly be to drive?
“That’s good” Draco praised, “Take it slowly. You’ve listened to me more than I thought” he smiled as he watched Zuko’s movements. “Turn the wheel so you’re following the corner and don’t bump up the kerb” They were on a very quiet street which had no other vehicles on it at the moment, meaning it was perfect for a driving lesson.
Not hitting the curb was harder than expected whilst going backward was harder than it should have been. It was a lot of start and stop, but eventually Zuko felt like going less than a mile an hour in a backward fashion had been mastered well enough. He wasn’t well known for his patience, after all.
“Forward now?” He asked, because the idea of going straight and forward seemed so much easier. You know, actually driving. His fingers bounced impatiently on the steering wheel. Bless Draco for this amount of patience, and for not hanging onto the “oh shit” bar. Yet.
Draco chuckled softly, “Yes forward now” he nodded, “Bring the car to a stop, put it in drive and then accelerate slowly”
As far as Draco could see there was no need for any worries of danger yet, and he definitely hadn’t needed to call on his reserve of patience. Zuko was trying very hard and it was so very endearing. Draco simple wanted to hug him and tell him how great he was doing but knew that wouldn’t be appreciated at this moment in time.
Drive. Check. Pedal to the metal? Not really, but he did hit the gas a bit -- a little shocked at the bump of speed it gave to the car -- a halting motion that was both awkward and kind of funny. “God,” he said, but then evened his foot out on the gas so that going forward was actually a thing he was doing. And then he was staring at the road as if looking away for even a second might just mean death for them all. “This is -- how do people learn this?”
“Just like you are now I guess” Draco replied, “At some point it just becomes natural, you’ll see” Draco had never really had a problem with driving, he’d managed to pick it up well and quickly. He was a competent and safe driver and more than that he actually enjoyed it.
“Uh huh,” Zuko replied, and it was clear that he wasn’t sure he completely believed that. Still, it didn’t seem difficult. Stay in the lines. Stay within the speed limit. Turn around this block and start it all over again.
They did that for a while -- Zuko’s golden eyes still intent on everything around him -- circling the same block until he was sure they probably seemed like loitering creeps. At least, though, there was no more halting stop and start. “Now what?”
“Wanna try a turn in the road?” Draco suggested, “It’s probably the easiest of all the manoeuvres you have to do” He looked at Zuko to see if he felt like attempting it.
Zuko was sure that whether or not he felt like it didn’t matter much. Learning was learning and he couldn’t just skip over the parts he didn’t like.
Really though, it was lucky that this was a quiet street because that particular maneuver, even with Draco talking him through it, took entirely too long. People who did this all the time made it look so natural, but Zuko kept finding himself annoyed that he had to look over to the gear shift just to see what position he was in. D? R? P? What the hell, even?
Once he’d finally managed to turn the damn car around and had it next to the curb again, he put it into park and rested his head on the steering wheel. “I’m... so done for the day.”
Draco reached over and rubbed Zuko’s back, “You really did do well” he told his husband honestly. “Few more lessons and we’ll try you on a slightly busier road”
The idea of including traffic into the learning process was terrible. But Zuko didn’t disagree, instead, he undid his seat belt and wiggled over a little until he could steal a proper kiss from Draco. He’d done well -- the blond had said so himself -- clearly he deserved a reward.
It wouldn't be heavy traffic, just a couple of cars so Zuko could encounter them without panicking. Before he could think anymore about future lessons he had an armful of Zuko and his focus became kissing him thoroughly. Draco was more than happy to offer a reward. Moving his seat back he pulled Zuko fully onto his lap without breaking their kiss.
It was a good thing they were both slender, because two people in one car seat was pushing it, even for them. Zuko didn’t seem to mind, carefully rearranging himself to straddle his husband before breaking away a little for air. Air was stupid, if not important.
It was but Draco cared little about space right now, he wanted to reward Zuko properly after all. When they parted Draco peppered small quick kisses along Zukos jaw and down his neck, his arms circling the other boys waist.
Zuko returned the embrace in kind, his hands threading together easily behind Draco’s neck, and he half smiled down at the other boy for time, as if just enjoying the moment.
Draco returned the smile his hands stroking the small of Zukos back contentedly, “This is the most enjoyable end to a driving lesson ever” he grinned before kissing his husband once more.
“Tell me about it,” Zuko said, returning the kiss and then nibbling the other boys jaw almost playfully. Of course, it was a quiet little neighborhood and probably it’s occupants wouldn’t agree with the sentiment if they went too far with it; Zuko didn’t seem to think on that or care though.
It wasn't at the front of Dracos thoughts either, he was enjoying this quiet intimate moment far too much to care about other people and their disapproving glares. He slid his hands down to cup Zukos backside as he teased kisses and nibbles along Dracos jaw.
Zuko seemed to appreciate all that, and ran his fingers through the blond’s hair for a moment, and then wiggled a little more into the other boy’s lap before kissing him again. “Hmm,” he said after a moment. “Good incentive for the next lesson.”
The wiggling caused a groan from Draco whose trousers were now a lot tighter than they had been before. "Keep doing this well and I will make sure you're properly rewarded" he promised with a smirk.
“Oh?” said Zuko, with an air of innocence they both fully knew he didn’t really have. That didn’t stop him liking it when Draco told him of his future plans for him, though.
"Mmm" Draco nodded nuzzling Zukos neck, "increasingly more inventive rewards" he whispered huskily into his ear.
Oh, god. Every time. Draco could really get under his skin with that voice. Probably, the blond very well knew that. How could he not?
Zuko trailed his hands down his husband’s sides until they were pressing against hips, and moving toward his lap. “Like what?”
"A massage, dinner, the usual things" Draco against his neck, knowing full well what effect his voice had on Zuko, "but then when you've been really good, we'll make it more interesting, I'll get you off using nothing but my mouth, fuck you in every room in the house, maybe even somewhere risky where there's a chance of being caught" as he whispered the increasingly naughty things Draco’s hands slid into Zuko’s trousers to cup his bare ass with his hands.
Zuko’s breath hitched at that, and he couldn’t help but melt a little closer to the boy -- as close as their positioning in the car might allow. He nibbled at Draco’s throat, and couldn’t stop his own interested little moan over the things described there.
It was a bit of a conundrum though -- all those things sounded good. But now in order to get them all, he was going to have to make sure to have an awful lot of driving lessons. Zuko’s fingers fumbled with the button of Draco’s jeans.
Draco would make sure Zuko got enough lessons to fulfill all those promises, little and often was a good teaching technique he was sure. All thoughts of lessons flew from his mind when he felt Zuko’s hands on his jeans, his hands tightened on his husbands ass and he canted his hips up.
Zuko gave a frustrated little huff of breath at that. Maneuvering wasn’t the easiest in the car, and even though he’d managed to undo Draco’s pants, it was slow going pushing them down quite enough where it made any difference at all. Still, he managed.
It was a bit easier grinding his own hips against Draco’s, and so he did that, all while stealing another kiss. What was that about having sex somewhere risky enough to get caught?
It was very impressive that Zuko did manage to push Draco’s pants down considering their cramped space but then he had many talents.
Feeling Zuko grind down against him tore a groan from Draco and he stole a rough kiss, keeping one hand on his husband’s ass he moved the other around to fumble with the buttons at the front of Zuko’s pants.
Eager to help, Zuko assisted with the unbuttoning of his own jeans, carefully unzipping before letting his hands fall back into Draco’s lap, cupping and stroking the bulge there. “Fuck,” he panted out, lips still brushing against Draco’s.
A laughing pant left Draco, "Not sure that's possible in this position" he teased,his lips against Zuko's. "But later, I promise" he added before using his hand to cup Zuko.
Well, wasn’t that just a frustrating response. Zuko didn’t quite sigh -- because it wasn’t as if he wasn’t getting appropriate attention despite that fact. Really, the japanese boy managed to be quite the wanton thing; he made a noise half between a moan and a purr and pressed his hips forward to rub against Draco’s hand. “Mm--as long as you promise,” he mumbled out.
Draco adored Zuko the wanton thing, especially when he made the beautifully desperate noises he so often did. “Oh I promise” he said as he moved his hand along and around his husband’s erection, “You know how much I love that ass of yours” he smiled against Zuko’s lips while tightening the hand on his ass as he spoke.
“I do,” Zuko huffed out, needy and smug at the same time. He wasn’t sure whether to press forward or backward, considering Draco’s hands were in both spots. He opted with forward, eventually.
Draco understood his dilemma, he was seriously considering trying to fuck Zuko in the car but he was fairly sure they didn’t have enough room and he didn’t want to risk anything going terribly wrong. Instead when Zuko pressed forwards he moved his hand more firmly up and down as he gripped Zuko’s ass with the other hand and kept him there.
So Zuko stayed there -- it was only fair. Not that he had much of a choice in the matter; there wasn’t a whole lot of room for moving around, and Draco had much better leverage in the matter, anyway. He pressed his forehead into the curve of Draco’s neck, and panted shallowly -- his own hands attempting to return the favor of stroking.
The feeling of Zuko’s heavy breaths against his skin had Draco shifting slightly, the things this boy did to him without even knowing. His hand moved with assurance, skimming his thumb over the head of Zuko’s cock and wiping the pre-come down and around.
At that, Zuko whimpered. He tended to be vocal about these sorts of things, which was kind of funny since the boy was usually the silent type. “Fuck,” he said again, even though he knew very much that wasn’t happening at this second. Nor, really, was he asking for it. His own fingers curled tighter around Draco’s erection.
Draco loved how vocal Zuko became, it was a turn on to know that his quiet intense boy could lose control because of the things Draco was doing to him. As he felt Zuko’s hand on his own cock he gasped, bending his head to Zuko’s neck and biting down putting his mark on his husband’s body.
Zuko gave a gasp at the bite -- both pleased, shocked and a little too turned on by it. “Draco,” he muttered out, as if hoping that saying the blond’s name might help him focus enough to find an actual rhythm with his hand. It didn’t really, and he suspected that that was sort of the point of it all.
Hearing his name said like that make Draco’s rhythm stutter, Zuko’s voice going straight to his cock where it was still in Zuko’s hand. He groaned, sucking on the skin beneath his mouth before releasing it to kiss Zuko roughly and passionately.
Zuko was, of course, only too happy to kiss back -- he kind of liked it best when it was rough, when they were both too excited to pay complete attention and their teeth clicked against each others’ and lips were bitten.
Zuko reflected quite often that he could not have picked a better person to accidentally walk into in the park.
And Draco was so very glad he had been accidentally walked into at that park. He couldn’t imagine life without Zuko now, and he didn’t want to.
He moved his hand faster on Zuko’s erection, twisting his hand while nipping at his lips.
Zuko had been trying to match the speed and pace of Draco’s hand and fingers, but faltered mid stroke, hissing softly. “Draco,” he said again, and this time it was a warning. It was clear that the two of them were going to be a mess by the time they got home.
There he went saying Draco’s name again, shifting slightly Draco managed to take them both in hand the added sensation of their cocks rubbing together was very good and Draco gasped out Zuko’s name.
And that was all a bit much for the Japanese boy -- in the best of ways, of course -- he came, arms moving to wrap around Draco’s shoulders, face buried in his neck and a whimpered out moan on his lips. Car making out was fucking fantastic. Zuko was terribly encouraged to drive more often.
Feeling Zuko come was enough to completely undo Draco and the hand that had been on Zuko’s ass slid up to catch the other boy close to him. Breathing hard he held Zuko tightly. Okay so, teaching Zuko to drive was going to fast become a favorite hobby.
Seriously. After a moment or two, Zuko pressed a kiss onto Draco’s neck, and then jaw. “That was---” but he wasn’t really sure how to explain just how enticing car sex in a nearly public place had been, and so went for a tiny laugh instead.
"Mmmhmm" Draco murmured, "I have to agree it really was." Next time they'd use the bigger car so Draco really could fuck his husband without fear of one of them getting hurt.
Bigger cars hard harder turn radiuses, Zuko would put up with cramped hand jobs for more ease with driving. Maybe. “Yes,” he agreed with Draco’s agreement, and then sat up a little, still in Draco’s lap.
“... We should. Go change.” Messes, they were.
"We should" Draco said kissing Zuko once more, because really nobody should look that hot having just done what they did but he managed it, everytime.
"So home and shower?" He suggested with a smile.
“Yes,” Zuko agreed easily, even as he wiggled over a bit to let Draco slip into the driver’s seat. “Definitely.” He managed to sound extraordinarily smug over it.