Zacharias Smith (wirelesswizard) wrote in whatprice, @ 2009-06-06 22:52:00 |
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Current location: | paris |
Current mood: | horny |
Entry tags: | draco malfoy, zacharias smith |
voulez-vous...
Who: Zacharias Smith & Draco Malfoy
When: Friday, 5 June 2009
Where: Zach's flat, then a jaunt to the city of lights
What: Draco feels the need to get a pair of whores for his birthday. And ensure Zach loses his virginity.
Rating: R for sexual situations
Draco had been surprised when Zach actually agreed to going out that evening. He'd called on a lark, wanting to go out and spend some time with people his own age. Zach didn't appear to know any ladies, and whilst Draco has suspicions otherwise, he didn't want to show up on Zach's doorstep with a couple burly men. At least, not until he'd confirmed that Zach's inclinations ran that way.
In the end, he sent a few owls out and procured some female company. In Paris, City of Lights. Which is why he knocked alone at Zach's door, two Portkeys in the breastpocket of his coat.
Zach answered the door, dressed in stylish and perhaps a bit preppy clothes.
"Hello Draco," he said with a smile as he grabbed his jacket.
"So, where are we off to?"
Draco nodding in admiration. "Looking quite the fashion plate tonight," he said, holding the door. "We need to get back inside your place, though." He touched his pocket. "We're travelling a bit further than Londontown."
Zach stepped away from the door and motioned for Draco to come in.
"Oh? Dare I ask what you have planned?" Zach asked curiously.
Draco pulled out a small, flat pebble. "Parlez vous francais, Zacharias?" he smirked. "Do you like champagne? Dancing? Walking the streets with a beautiful woman on your arm?"
"My French is not that good, but passable," Zach answered. "France? Lead on."
Draco grinned held out his arm. "It might be easier for you to hold onto me than for both of us to try and touch the stone. Let me know when you're ready."
Zach took Draco's arm and closed his eyes at the familiar jerking sensation before they stumbled out at what seemed to be a nice reception room with plush carpeting. Glancing around, Zach smiled.
"Nice. So, what's the plan? Good food?"
"First, we meet the ladies. I procured a couple of dates for us tonight," Draco replied, grinning. "They should be meeting us here, then we'll have dinner." Giving him a nudge, Draco added, "I'll even let you pick out the one you like first."
"Look, you didn't have to," Zach said, laughing and shaking his head. "Or is this just to get over my problem?"
"Yes," Draco said honestly. "And I wanted to go out and have some fun tonight." And you need some fun too, he thought to himself as they entered the dining room. Draco gave the maître d' his name and they were promptly led to a table where two women were already seated. "Bonsoir, mademoiselles," he said, nodding at them, one blonde and the other brunette, both strikingly beautiful. "I'm so glad you two could join us."
Zach took a seat next to the blonde. They were both gorgeous, but something about the pale features spoke to him more. Dinner passed well enough with all of them engaging in polite conversation. When things moved to dancing, Zach called up his manners and asked the blond to dance, holding her gently in position as he moved through the steps.
Draco took the hand of the brunette, and made his way onto the dance floor with her. Her name was Justine and she was lovely and could speak on a variety of subjects. Not exactly Beauxbatons' material, but conversation wasn't her specialty. Soon the music slowed, and Draco pulled her closer, smelling her hair. It had been a long time since he'd spent time romantically with anyone. He admitted to himself that while females weren't always his cup of tea, there were times when a woman in his arms was a delightful thing.
Zach, for his part behaved with utmost decorum, guiding his partner Giselle around the dancefloor. He responded to her advances politely, but without much passion. Or, if one were to be honest, without much skill. When the dancing ended, Zach let himself be led from the dancefloor by the giggling Giselle, as he termed him. After all, it would be good to have skill and knowledge for his future wife.
"Your friend, he is shy, oui?" Justine said with a toss of her head, her fingers winding through Draco's longer hair as they watched the other couple from the dance floor.
Draco laughed, giving her a nuzzle. "It appears so, my dear. Shall we go somewhere more private and see if he won't come out of his shell?" Watching as she jiggled and giggled at his words, he wrapped an arm around her, kissing her cheek as they made their way back to the table where Giselle and Zach were talking. "How about we head somewhere more quiet?" Draco asked.
"Sure thing," Zach said, offering his arm to Giselle. While the blond was draping herself over him, Zach seemed unphased by her antics, but responded politely with a kiss on the cheek. As they made their way to a luxurious sitting room with large comfortable sofas, Zach sat down, finding himself with a lap full of Giselle as he awkwardly stroked her hair.
"C'mon," Draco said, waving over to Zach. "There are some rooms upstairs, let go get to know each other." Keeping one eye on his date, Draco watched Zach, noticing his lack of enthusiasm. Not sure if it was inexperience or something else, Draco plowed ahead, deciding to see how far Zach would go until he said stop.
Draco waved down the maître d', whispering into his ear. Soon he was given a large old-fashioned key. "Shall we?" he said to the small group, the girls laughing and giggling with each other in French.
Soon they were upstairs in a small suite, a sitting room with two bedrooms. Champagne was chilling in a bucket, soft music playing from some unknown hidden player. Draco sat down on a poofy couch, pulling Justine onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. "Isn't this better?" he asked Zach, as Justine nuzzled his neck.
Zach moved Giselle off his lap and motioned for Draco to come with him.
"I'm not about to shag a bint. I don't know where she's been."
Draco rolled his eyes, still watching the ladies, now talking excitedly to each others. "She's clean," he said sharply. "These girls know what they're doing." Especially for what this was costing me.... "Look here, Smith," Draco said, his eyes hardening. "It's time. Just go get it over with."
"This isn't like killing muggles, it's not instinctive for me, alright!" Zach snapped quietly.
"But it is for her," Draco answered in a falsely calm voice. "Just go in there and fucking lay down. Let her get things started, and if things still aren't moving down there," he said with a glare, "then we'll go back." Turning back to his own lovely date, Draco took her by the hand and headed off to one of the adjoining bedrooms.
Zach nodded as he went off and grabbed Giselle, dragging her into the other bedroom and slamming the door and locking it with a charm.
Giselle was looking at herself in the mirror on the wall, playing with her hair. When she heard the door lock she turned to Zach, all smiles and wide eyes. Taking a few steps toward him, she placed on hand lightly on his shoulder. "Dis is alright, Zach?" she said, lips pouting as her finger trailed down his arm.
Zach nodded as he quickly shed his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Yes. Let's just get on with it then," Zach said, figuring that stripping wouldn't hurt.
"No, mon chere," she said softly, taking his hands in hers and stilling them. "Let me." Giselle slowly unbuttoned his shirt until it fell open in front of her. "You are so handsome, Zach," she breathed, her fingertips running across his lightly-haired chest then up to cradle his cheeks.
Looking into his eyes, she gave him a soft smile, then pressed her lips to his.
Zach let her undress him and mimicked her actions with his lips, though if there was supposed to be anything stirring, there most definitely wasn't.
"Giselle, please, there's no need to go slow. You're lovely, but this is something I just need done."
She pouted again. It was a look that usually worked for her, but something was wrong here. "What is wrong?" she whispered, pulling him closer to her, sitting them both on the bed. "Don't you like me?" she asked, her face dropping to his neck to drop soft kisses on it, one hand snaking downward toward his pants.
"You are very pretty, Giselle, I'm just not a... sentimental man," Zach said. "It's not your fault.." he said even as he tensed as her hand moved toward him.
She wasn't the smartest girl from her village, but Giselle knew when she was beat. Still, whatever happened, she'd be getting paid. Pulling her head back, she gave him a soft look. One hand moved up to thread through his hair. "You don't feel good tonight, do you?" she said. "Do you want to just talk?" she asked, her hand falling back to his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
Sometime a man just wanted to sit still and be held. Perhaps that is what he needed.
"No, I feel fine, I just. I just need to lose my virginity," Zach said, taking his shirt off and working on his pants. "Can't you help with that?"
"Oui," Giselle said with a special smile, pulling a strap from her own dress, falling to the floor. Lying down next to him, she began using her own special magic on his body.
It was evident, soon, that nothing was going to happen. "Monsieur is tired today," she said lightly, not wanting to embarrass him. "Dis happens many times," she added, her hand petting his head.
"Well, there must be a way to fix it, then. I mean, it can't be that difficult," he said.
"Oh monsieur," Giselle cooed, "there is nothing to fix. Sometimes it is not time. You said you are virgin, no?" She ran her hand up and down his body softly, looking for any sign of interest. She sighed, finding none. Leaning in, she gave him a gentle kiss. "Je suis désolé" I am so sorry.
"Yes, and I need to fix it. What do you mean there's nothing to fix?" Zach asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
"You are not... excited for me, oui? Perhaps it is me, Zach." Her long blonde hair fell across her eyes, and she let if fall on his face as she gave him another kiss. "Maybe you want someone else?" It pained her to ask that, because her payment would not be as great, but he looked almost confused, not understanding, and she found herself really wanting to help him. "You like a different woman, or maybe a male?"
"What? No, You're beautiful. Prettier than Justine. Why in Merlin's name would I want a male? That's disgusting! A wizard's duty is to reproduce. If there's something wrong it needs to be fixed," Zach spat, getting to his feet and pacing.
"Zach," she said in her sing-song voice, "sex is not always about making zee babies. It is about feeling good." Standing up, she walked toward him cautiously; she had no plans to be the victim of an angry tirade. "There are many different kinds of love."
Voices in the other room got her attention, Draco's deep laughter, Justine's playful chatter. "Your friend, he bring you here tonight?" Giselle asked.
"Yes," Zach said with a shrug.
"He said it was time."
She took his hand. "He doesn't know that," she whispered to him. "It is time when you think it is time." Giving him a peck on the cheek, she walked over to her dress and slipped it back on. "Mon chere, let's go outside, have a glass of champagne, oui? Perhaps that will make you feel better."
Zach zipped up his fly before pulling on his shirt. Not bothering to button it, he unlocked the door and led the way outside.
"Perhaps," he said sulking. "Perhaps you should go join Draco and Justine."
"Join us?" Draco called out, his own shirt unbuttoned as he stretched out lazily on the sofa, watching as his date poured more champagne into long flutes. "Did you two enjoy yourselves?" he called out.
"Yes," Zach lied easily, getting some champagne for himself and Giselle. "Giselle is a great girl."
"Excellent, Draco replied, his voice saying that he wasn't sure he believed that. Soon the girls got his attention, as they began kissing each other. "Hmmm," he said, settling into the sofa to watch, one eye on Zacharias. "Are you ready to go home now?" he asked.
"We can stay or we can go," Zach said, taking a couple long swigs of champagne as he relaxed on the sofa. "Up to you."
The girls had progressed to dancing with each other, giggling as they stroked each other and kissed, sliding around together. Draco watched with an intent look for several minutes before turning to Zach. "How have things been with you lately? Any interviews I've missed?"
"No, still waiting on Longbottom and such. You know, dragging the public along as long as we can," he said, much more relaxed now that he was talking about work.
"Thought anymore about finding someone to run the Wireless for you?" he said, his eyes glued on the ladies. He noticed Zach's were not.
"Talking to Charles Pucey about it. We'll see if there's anyone else in need of a job," Zach said with a shrug. "What about you? Decided how long you're staying here for?"
He shook his head. "Oh, but I bought a little cottage, so I could have a place of my own," he said, almost as an afterthought.
"Really? That's brilliant. So, I guess you're staying then," he said with a smile.
Draco nodded, his lunch conversation with his father popping into his head. "I might be," he said, looking back over at Zach. "You miss me if I left?" he teased, poking Zach in the shoulder.
"You're decent company for beer and takeout," Zach said with a shrug.
"Arse," Draco answered. "I bought you a whore for my birthday. What kind of thanks is that?"
"How was I supposed to know it was your birthday? You didn't mention anything. Why don't you take both of them to the bedroom with the champagne then. Happy Birthday, Draco," he said with a grin.
Draco laughed. There was no way anything happened in that room between Zach and his date, but Draco wasn't going to be the one to burst his little bubble. "I am done," he said. "And ready to go back whenever you are." Draco called out a few phrases in French, then watched as the ladies finished dressing themselves, picking up the room for the next set of admirers. "Let's head back," he told Zach. "Tomorrow's going to be a long day." /tag