draco_thegreat (draco_thegreat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-30 22:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, draco malfoy, zuko |
Who: Zuko and Draco
What: Showing off and loving it
When: Recently
Where: At home
Rating: NC17 for sexy times then cuteness
Status: Complete when posted
Draco was bored. He didn’t often get bored but today he was. He’d tried the piano and guitar and found that even music wasn’t cutting it. Pansy was out somewhere and Zuko had mentioned going to the library so he didn’t even have those two to help stave off the boredom. Computer games had kept him entertained for a couple of hours but even that had eventually got tedious.
And that was how he now came to be lazing on the sofa making random items fly around the room with his wand.
Zuko arrived home some time later -- precariously balancing a pile of books in his arms while he closed the door with his foot. He really probably should start carrying a backpack of some sort, he reflected even as he dumped the books on the kitchen table and wandered around the apartment until he found Draco.
“Hell---oh.” It wasn’t often he saw Draco performing magic just for the hell of it. He watched the remote control whizz by and rose his eyebrows. “You’re bored,” he said. Because he knew Draco pretty well at this point. Which was good, since he had married the guy.
With a flick of his wrist everything flew back to its place and Draco gave Zuko a wide smile as he got up from the couch, “I am” he confirmed coming to a stop in front of Zuko, “And I’m really glad you’re home” he added before leaning in to give Zuko a deep kiss. He was very happy his husband was home.
Zuko saw that. He smiled, a little difficult to do while kissing, but he seemed to manage it well enough. His hands landed easily on Draco’s hips - his favorite spot - and after a moment he pulled back just a little to raise an eyebrow at the blond. “Lonely, were you?”
Draco nodded, “Lonely and bored, it’s a terrible combination” he replied, encircling Zuko’s waist with his arms, “I even contemplated coming to find you in the library” he emphasised with the raise of his eyebrows.
“Oh, goodness,” Zuko murmured, clearly amused. Draco wasn’t really the library sort, and so that was a near serious threat, as far as Zuko was concerned. “Good thing I came home then. It’d be torturous to see you walk through those stacks of books.” It was clear that the darker haired boy was mellowing out a bit lately, his strange sense of humor was returning slowly but surely.
“I know” Draco agreed, “All that scary knowledge and, you know I’d get lost too. You’d find my skeleton one day in the dusty stacks of political books nobody ever looks at” he grinned. “But thankfully you’re home to entertain me now” Zuko’s lighter side was nice to see and Draco was very happy about it, he loved his odd sense of humor.
“The search party never would have thought to look there,” Zuko agreed with a false twinge of sadness. “No one would have. Such a tragic ending.” He shook his head then, giving a little smile. “So? What would you like to do, now that you have company again?”
Draco let a chuckle escape then, they may be crazy but they were each others kind of crazy and he was so very glad of it. “I have a few ideas” he replied smirking and tightening his hold on Zuko’s waist, “Most of them involving you, hot and naked in our bed. Unless you have any suggestions?”
Zuko’s expression went faintly innocent -- and it was fairly clear he was in the best of humors today, because that really wasn’t something he could usually pull off. “Whatever do you mean?” he asked of his husband. “You want to set the bed on fire?”
“Mmm, I’m sure we could” Draco smiled, taking full advantage of his husbands jolly mood, “‘Come on baby light my fire’” he sang as his fingers snuck underneath Zuko’s shirt to rub along his skin.
“I thought we had a conversation about how you aren’t allowed to sing The Doors songs anymore,” Zuko said cheekily. Between Draco and a few of his other friends, Zuko had somehow become quite the music snob. He wasn’t particularly ashamed of it.
Still, he nibbled at Draco’s jaw line for a moment before a strange thought occurred to him. It was a bit of out of place, but -- well. That’d never really stopped Zuko before, so why start now. “I could, you know.”
“Doesn’t count if I don’t do the whole song” Draco quipped, though he was actually very proud of Zuko’s newfound music snobbery. It was always fun when he discovered a new album or group.
“Could what?” Draco asked somewhat distractedly as he felt Zuko’s lips along his jaw.
“Yes it does,” Zuko was always a little proud of himself for being able to stay on track with those musical conversations, considering Draco was a bit of a master on it all. But then he dropped it, biting Draco’s neck for a second before pulling away.
“You know. Start a fire.”
It took longer than it should have for it to come together in Draco’s mind but in his defence Zuko was doing a great job of being very distracting at that moment.
“Wait you mean, for real? Like what was it...firebending?”
“Firebending,” Zuko agreed with a half nod. He’d been practicing it lately. He was good at it, honestly -- but had staved off showing anyone really until he’d gotten the control down. There was showing off, and then there was setting the house on fire accidentally. Only one of those things was fun.
A smile spread across Draco’s face, he’d wondered if Zuko would develop the abilities from his dreams. It stood the reason after all, Draco had his magic so why not Zuko.
“Show me” he requested.
“Really?” Zuko asked, although he was clearly still a bit amused at the idea of it. Firebending was cool -- really -- but it wasn’t quite as impressive as all the things Draco seemed to be able to do. It was more -- well. Limited. On the plus side, Zuko was sure he’d never have to be cold again.
He stepped back anyway, not really waiting for an answer. And then he turned his hand, palm facing up toward the ceiling with a bit of a flourish. Ta-da! Fire sprung into life from absolutely nowhere.
Draco nodded, knowing Zuko would do it anyway. He wanted to see, as much as Zuko had described it, he couldn’t get a clear picture in his mind. Everything in Draco’s world was spells and wands.
As he watched the fire appear from nowhere in his husband’s palm he took an intake of breath. Slowly he moved closer placing his hand on Zuko’s outstretched arm and sliding it down until he could feel the heat from the fire. Incredible. He looked at Zuko in awe.
Zuko’s only response was an expression that wavered from strange doubtful innocence to an interested sort of curious. The fire, in turn, danced and changed in size and shape with his mood. It was a very internally based sort of skill, apparently.
Now that was very interesting. Moving closer Draco wrapped his other arm around Zuko's waist moving them flush together. The hand on Zuko's arm now feeling his pulse beneath his fingertips.
His eyes never left the fire as his breathing became shallower against Zuko's neck.
“Oh, god,” Zuko murmured out, pressing himself closer to Draco (although being very careful to keep the fire away from the both of them). His expression was careful, but he was sure very much at this moment it didn’t matter -- the fire had perked up obviously, going just a little more wild with Zuko’s pulse. Draco was doing dirty science with him.
Draco hadn't thought he would find this as much of a turn on as it was. But seeing the things he was doing effect Zuko and in turn, the fire was doing it for him. He bit Zuko's neck before sucking on the skin, marking him as owned.
As if Zuko weren’t fully aware of that fact that he was, indeed, owned. He might as well have a tattoo on his neck for how often his husband left marks there. Of course, they both knew full well he enjoyed it very much. The fire knew it too, because it shrank to barely a spark before flaring up, high and large again.
“Fuck,” Zuko huffed out, forcing himself to pull away enough to dispel the fire completely. Setting them on fire was not in his plans for the day.
The moment the fire was out Draco pulled Zuko close, pressing against him almost desperately. He was harder than ever, something Zuko would be feeling pressed close as they were, "God, you're incredible" he groaned before kissing him passionately.
Usually, Zuko would probably find room to argue against that -- to say something along the lines of ‘well, no, I mean you know real magic and that’s way better’, but even he knew better than to argue when his husband was pressed against him and nearly stabbing his hip with an incredibly obvious erection. “Huu-okay,” he said, almost dumbly in response, and then decided that paying attention to kissing Draco instead.
He couldnt say exactly why but there was something incredibly, well, hot about seeing his husband control the fire. But he was more than willing to simply ravish him, without looking into the details. As they kissed Draco's hands slid under Zuko's shirt needing that contact with skin.
Just as long as Zuko never had to hear those horrible puns. The Japanese boy hummed his approval at the touch, following suit in a mess of limbs until his fingers were brushing against Draco’s waist and belt line - his touch was oddly cool despite the fact that he’d just been handling raw heat.
He realized he hadn’t had any driving lessons today, but wondered he if could still get one of the redemptions from his list of rewards, anyway.
Draco would give Zuko anything he asked for right now so chances were he would definitely get a reward or two.
Breaking the kiss for air he used the moment to remove Zuko's shirt, running his hands reverently over the newly revealed skin that he loved so much. Bending his head to nuzzle and kiss his husband's neck as his hands roamed freely.
Sometimes it was a race to getting naked part of sex; Zuko couldn’t help but want to compete just slightly -- wanting to make sure that Draco stayed at the same pace as he did. He tugged at the blond’s shirt, gasping slightly at the kisses and the touches -- it was very hard to want to break the contact in order to actually get Draco’s shirt completely off.
Draco was torn between helping remove his clothing and pulling more noises from Zuko, in the end he did break contact to whip the shirt over his head. Returning to teasing little sounds out of Zuko before the shirt hit the ground.
Practice did make perfect, after all. And Zuko liked all the practice. In fact, he kind of loved all the practice. His fingers found purchase in Draco’s hair, tugging lightly on it even as he tilted his head back to give the other boy a little space to work with. Hey, Zuko was a generous sort, after all.
His generosity didn't go unnoticed and Draco breathed him in before nipping and licking the skin beneath his lips. His hands moved round to play down Zuko's spine and along his waistband, fingers dipping below teasingly.
At that, Zuko let out a gasped whimper - sometimes he couldn’t help himself. He pressed himself forward, hips rubbing up against Draco’s in a way that was both very nice and also not nearly enough. His teeth grazed the shell of Draco’s ear, not quite biting.
Draco was glad Zuko couldn't help himself as it simply spurred him on. When he felt their hips rub together and Zuko's teeth along his ear he let out a small gasp of his own, "Bed. Now" he ground out already walking Zuko back towards their bedroom, their movements adding friction.
“Yes, sir,” Zuko murmured out, eyelids lowering in a way one might call demure - up until factoring in that scar over his left eye, anyway - and a tiny, overly pleased smile playing at his lips. Walking whilst still attached to anyone was difficult, but they managed it well enough, considering. Falling back on the bed once in Draco’s -- no. Their. Their room - was a relish in it’s own right.
Evil, Draco decided, his husband had an evil streak as those words and that look zipped straight through Draco's body. Once on the bed he straddled Zuko's hips and looked down at the beautiful sight spread before him. Bracing his arms on either side of his husband's body he began kissing his way slowly down starting at his temple.
He was a little evil, wasn’t he? Zuko liked to think it was a good, determined sort of evil though. The kind that lacked in proper malice.
Zuko smiled up at Draco for a moment, fingers moving to rest on the blond’s hips, before he got too wrapped up in all the kisses -- arching his back a little with a pleased sounding hum.
It was definitely the good kind of evil and in truth it was the kind that Draco too was guilty of at times.
At the movement and sounds Zuko was making Draco smiled against his skin. Teasing fingers danced around one nipple while lips and tongue played with the other before swapping over. Then Draco began the journey down, licking a stripe down until he reached Zuko's waistband.
The firebender squirmed underneath him; wriggling up enough to rest his weight on an elbow, to be half propped up underneath Draco. His amber golden eyes were nearly bright as he watched, free hand cupping Draco’s cheek. He knew, of course, Draco liked to tease. Despite that, Zuko had gotten no better at waiting.
Draco turned his head and pressed a quick kiss to Zuko’s palm before giving him a grin and returning to the task before him. Sliding one hand down he worked on the fastening of Zuko’s pants, while placing open mouthed kisses on his stomach, eyes watching his husband all the time. He knew Zuko had no patience but that never stopped the slow teasing.
And to be fair, Zuko could whine and complain as much as he wanted -- the fact of the matter was that he didn’t really mind all the teasing. Eventually, it sort of made everything better.
Hips arched up again as best Zuko could manage, considering Draco was kind of sitting on him. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered out as evenly as was possible.
Draco chuckled, “Oh no, I’ve got plans for you which involve a very long life” he grinned up at Zuko, moving between his legs and sitting back on his own heels both hands now at Zuko’s waist.
“Is that so?” Zuko found it much easier to concentrate when he had words and conversation to focus on. But really, only barely. He hooked the thumb of his free hand on his own waist band of his jeans, tugging them down to low hip.
“Mmmm” Draco hummed, “Lot’s of plans” he confirmed. He tutted with a smirk as Zuko pulled at his own jeans, “What have I said about impatience?” though he helped Zuko by moving to the side to pull them the rest of the way down.
“I just don’t remember,” Zuko said, and it came out just as cheekily as he’d intended. He liked disobeying Draco’s orders just about as much as he liked receiving them. It was like a fun game that ended well no matter what.
“Oh really?” Draco replied, “Maybe you need a reminder” he suggested moving back up Zuko’s body and taking both the boys hands in one of his to hold them above his head, “Let me know when it starts coming back to you”
Draco skimmed his other hand over Zuko’s chest, teasing around the nipples and stomach but never leaving a lasting touch. Leaning over he ran his tongue once over Zuko’s chest before pulling back to blow gently on the, now wet, area.
Zuko groaned at that, eyes closing for a moment. He bit his own lower lip, teeth worrying into the skin there as he was forced to sit through Draco’s near tortuous teasing. He’d forgotten just how good Draco was at this, although he wasn’t sure how.
Still. Two could play at this game, and since Zuko was in such a pleasant mood today, it was easier than it sometimes was to play along. His fingers curled upward, clasping Draco’s hand. He did not squirm. “I’ll--be sure to do that,”
Patience was definitely one of Draco’s strengths, and knowing that the more he drove Zuko crazy the more beautiful and intense it was when he finally brought his husband to completion. Draco thought there was nothing more breathtaking than Zuko in the throes of an orgasm.
He smiled as Zuko replied, a slow smile which was full of cocky confidence, as he moved his hand down to trace patterns on those tantalising thighs.
He’d opened his eyes just in time to catch that smile, and Zuko found that he was both pleased and worried for it. It was enough to get his pulse going a little faster - Draco adding his fingers to the mix, tracing little half touches on his skin was sort of like playing dirty pool, and Zuko wasn’t exactly sure when his breathing had become quicker, more shallow. Maybe at the same time that he’d deciding digging his short nails into Draco’s hand was a good idea. Maybe. And okay, yeah, he was squirming a little now.
Oh yes, this was working nicely. The tell tale signs of frustration were becoming more apparent, the small movements, the almost painful grip on his hand, the breathing, it was all down to Draco’s ministrations and boy did that get him going.
He ran his hand along Zuko’s stomach, then down the top of his thighs before briefly brushing the back of his hand against Zuko’s balls. Repeating this while he bent his lips to pepper kisses over Zuko’s chest.
Dirty. Pool. Zuko gasped, well aware of the fact that he was quickly losing this game -- and yet not quite ready to admit it. It didn’t matter, he always seemed to lose. Which was also a bit like winning, when it came down to it.
He pressed his hips upward, toward the blond’s hand -- tiny gestures that clearly urged for more.
“Do you want something Zuk?” Draco asked, resting his chin softly on Zuko’s chest, “Are you going to ask nicely?” he teased his hand still stroking back and forth across his stomach.
Sometimes it was a bit of a wonder that Zuko’s amber eyes didn’t just give off more of a glow. He peeked up at Draco, eyes not completely focused, but clearly attempting it. Paying attention was hard. Kind of like he was hard. Nearly painfully so. He licked his lips, calmed himself down enough to sort of breathe regularly. “Please.” He said -- because he was not completely untrained, really.
“Since you asked so very nicely” Draco said against Zuko’s lips before kissing him while he finally gave in and wrapped his hand around Zuko’s cock, though he didn’t move it just yet.
He almost didn’t need to - the touch alone was nearly overwhelming to the boy. Zuko groaned, kissing Draco deep and hard, leaning up into it as best he could until the both of them were out of breath.
Draco moaned into Zuko’s mouth as he returned the kiss enthusiastically moving to press along his body as he did slowly move his hand along the boys length.
“Hh--mm,” said Zuko, not particularly eloquently (the time for eloquence was well past over, anyway). “Jesus.” He wiggled and bucked into Draco’s hand, eyelids fluttering shut again for a moment.
“I prefer God” Draco quipped as he swiped his thumb over and around the head before pumping firmly and kissing along Zuko’s jawline.
Whimpering against, Zuko dug his nails impossibly harder into Draco’s hand (hey, Draco wasn’t the only person who could leave their mark in this relationship). “What--hh--shit--whatever you like,” he could only agree, only half paying attention to their conversation anyway - really, no one could blame him for that.
Feeling Zuko’s nails in his hand only served to spur Draco on, as did his breathless response. He plundered Zuko’s mouth once more as he pumped his hand, twisting his wrist in the way he knew would drive Zuko crazy. He knew his husbands body so very well and was proud of the fact.
As he should have been; Zuko was sure there was no one who would ever know him better than Draco. Doubly, he didn’t ever feel the need or want to test that opinion.
God he wanted to say -- but instead could only manage a sharp intake of breath -- a feat on it’s own considering that any air he’d had in the first place was being taken by Draco’s greedy kisses. If Draco kept it up, Zuko wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer at all - he suspected the blond knew that.
Draco more than suspected, he knew and it was his ultimate goal. He wanted to watch Zuko come apart beneath him. His hand moved expertly over the hard cock and he left Zuko's mouth to trail his lips to his lovers ear, "Come on babe, come for me" he said huskily.
Sometimes, Zuko was sure that those words were all it might take in the first place. The foreplay was excellent. Draco’s hands and mouth? Even better. But it was that tone that really did him in, sometimes -- that fact that Draco so obviously knew he could take and get what he wanted.
And Zuko? Well, he wouldn’t ever not do as asked, not when it was Draco doing the asking. Or telling, he supposed. He came hard, with a gasp on his lips and eyes tightly closed, although he could still see all those spots and stars from the pressure of it all.
Draco watched Zuko, drinking in the sight before him. Branding it on his brain forever. Watching with the knowledge that he had caused that reaction and still with the image of Zuko controlling the fire it shouldn't come as a surprise that Draco came without being touched. He'd been painfully hard since the show in the living room and this was the icing on the cake.
"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look?" Draco panted into Zuko's shoulder when he could just about speak.
Zuko blinked the spots out of his eyes for a long moment, giving tiny appreciative sighs even as he did so. Eventually though, he freed his hands from Draco’s, reaching up a little to pet his cheek. “Probably,” he said, “not half as much as you.”
"Pfft" was his eloquent response to that, "I came just from watching you" he told Zuko his voice back to the huskier tones, "means you are pretty damn hot."
Zuko’s expression was somewhere between smug and contented at that. “Well,” he murmured, half petting Draco’s hair, “I do play with fire.”
“Mmm you do” Draco agreed before kissing him hungrily, “Gonna have to watch where you do that” he warned when they broke apart for air, “I’m not sure I can control myself from ravishing you”
Zuko actually laughed at that, a tiny giggle of a noise. “I’ll-- keep that in mind.” Because, clearly, he rather liked being ravished.
Draco stroked Zuko’s hip lazily, fingers lightly grazing his skin. “You should” he mumbled placing kisses along the other boys shoulder towards his neck, “Keep in mind just what it is you do to me”
Pushing himself up just enough to steal a few lazy kisses, Zuko smiled. “I don’t know. I like the reminder...” And that was no lie at all -- there was nothing better than when Draco got that determined sort of look about him.
“Well I am always up for giving you a reminder” Draco whispered against his lips, smiling as he lay his hand fully on Zuko’s hip before sliding it around to cup his ass cheek.
Zuko chewed his bottom lip for a moment, clearly amused and pleased all at the same time. Draco would probably note that Zuko was a terrible brat, here. “Reminder of what?”
Draco let a smirk slip across his lips, “You’ve got the devil in you today” he all but growled tightening his hand on that delectable ass as he sucked the skin on Zuko’s neck.
The darker haired boy laughed a little at that, wrapping his arms around Draco’s shoulders and tilting his head back further with a little sigh. “Yes,” he murmured, almost lazily. “Fire and brimstone.” Because if anyone was going to make fire jokes, it was going to have to be him.
Draco almost snorted at that, as corny as they were the fire jokes were still quite funny. At least to him anyway. “Good job I don’t burn easily then” he quipped, looking quite satisfied with the mark he’d left on Zuko’s skin.
Zuko didn’t respond with another joke (they were too easy, really.), instead he gazed up at Draco with an oddly earnest expression. “You’re just trying to leave a mark now,” he said, of the overly warm and slightly tingly spot on his neck.
He shrugged but gave Zuko a grin, “Not trying, succeeding” he replied pleased with himself.
“Of course,” Zuko’s smile was indulgent, his fingers lightly scratching Draco’s back. Hey, even a nineteen year old had to work his way back into arousal, he wasn’t magic. In the meantime, he’d flirt lazily. “What will everyone think?”
“Hopefully” Draco began, tracing his lips lightly along Zuko’s shoulders and chest still tracing patterns with his fingers on Zuko’s ass, “they’ll think they best keep away because you already belong to somebody else” Draco may be somewhat possessive.
“That so?” Asked Zuko, because even though he very much knew the answer, he also very much liked hearing Draco say so. It wasn’t as if it wasn’t obvious -- the boy did wear a wedding band, after all.
Their wedding rings did make it obvious they were taken but still Draco liked marking Zuko too and he definitely liked that Zuko let him. He moved back up to fit his body against his husband’s, “You’re mine” he said, claiming Zuko’s mouth, “All mine”
Zuko cuddled closer, chin resting against Draco’s collarbone. “Of course,” he agreed -- it wasn’t hard to agree, either, not in this instance. “Yours.”
Draco smiled contentedly as he gathered Zuko to him, “I’m yours too” he said softly against Zuko’s hair, arms holding him tightly.
Zuko let out a snort of an amused laugh. “Yes,” he said, “Well. No shit.” Because sometimes obvious statement was obvious, Draco.