Title: Ice Cream
Author: Never
Pairing: H/D
Rating: Now PG-13. Moving to R
Disclaimer: I lie, therefore I am.
Warning: Slash
Summary: Harry uses ice cream to tease Draco in front of the whole school.
Author's Notes: For the All Inspiring food challenge.
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Draco watched Harry from his position at the Slytherin table. He couldn't seem to help himself, no matter how much it tortured him. His breath was ragged, to say the least. Sweat covered his body and his hand had long ago ventured beneath the table to his aching arousal. Not sure whether his hand was trying to suppress or satisfy, he let the hand stay where it was, since it wouldn't have moved even if he wanted it to.
Harry was sitting among his friends, as always, eating some ice cream. Sounded innocent enough, if one didn't see how the Gryffindor was doing it. The Golden Boy would dip the spoon into his dessert, hauling up a scoop to his mouth where his pink lips opened wide, awaiting their treat. As if testing the substance, Harry let the tip of his tongue touch the cold sweet before allowing the spoon entrance to his warm mouth beyond.
But that wasn't enough. No, Harry had to turn the spoon over in his mouth, then slowly pull it out. Upon inspecting the now warm metal, he would run his tongue over it, lapping up every tiny bit of the dessert. And that's when it would start all over again.
Draco sighed as he watched Harry open his mouth, wanting to shove something else into the wet darkness. The Slytherin nearly choked when he saw Harry lick the spoon clean, imagining what it would feel like to have that tongue cleaning him.
He pulled his thighs together, trying to keep himself from coming right in his trousers. Crabbe and Goyle tried to get his attention, but he couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from Harry. Draco could feel his fingers gripping his own spoon as he continued to stare, entranced.
Harry was now rolling his head back, as if in ecstasy, running his tongue along his lips. His eyes hooded as he arched up. Before Draco could stop himself, he came, spraying the front of his pants with the white treat he wished Harry was having right then.
Gasping, Draco silently thanked everything he considered sacred for the show he had just received. However, another part cursed the man who invented ice cream.
Students quickly began exiting the Great Hall, but neither Harry nor Draco got up from their seats. Grinning, the Gryffindor stuck his finger in his mouth, deliberately sucking it hard, before getting up and leaving the Slytherin to wait for everyone to leave before he could stand. Couldn't let anyone see what he had done in front of the whole school.
"Who invented ice cream anyway?" Draco mumbled as he was finally able to leave the Great Hall. He quietly went down to the dungeons to change, then headed up to the Gryffindor Tower for round two.
Author: Never
Pairing: H/D
Rating: Now PG-13. Moving to R
Disclaimer: I lie, therefore I am.
Warning: Slash
Summary: Harry uses ice cream to tease Draco in front of the whole school.
Author's Notes: For the All Inspiring food challenge.
***
Draco watched Harry from his position at the Slytherin table. He couldn't seem to help himself, no matter how much it tortured him. His breath was ragged, to say the least. Sweat covered his body and his hand had long ago ventured beneath the table to his aching arousal. Not sure whether his hand was trying to suppress or satisfy, he let the hand stay where it was, since it wouldn't have moved even if he wanted it to.
Harry was sitting among his friends, as always, eating some ice cream. Sounded innocent enough, if one didn't see how the Gryffindor was doing it. The Golden Boy would dip the spoon into his dessert, hauling up a scoop to his mouth where his pink lips opened wide, awaiting their treat. As if testing the substance, Harry let the tip of his tongue touch the cold sweet before allowing the spoon entrance to his warm mouth beyond.
But that wasn't enough. No, Harry had to turn the spoon over in his mouth, then slowly pull it out. Upon inspecting the now warm metal, he would run his tongue over it, lapping up every tiny bit of the dessert. And that's when it would start all over again.
Draco sighed as he watched Harry open his mouth, wanting to shove something else into the wet darkness. The Slytherin nearly choked when he saw Harry lick the spoon clean, imagining what it would feel like to have that tongue cleaning him.
He pulled his thighs together, trying to keep himself from coming right in his trousers. Crabbe and Goyle tried to get his attention, but he couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from Harry. Draco could feel his fingers gripping his own spoon as he continued to stare, entranced.
Harry was now rolling his head back, as if in ecstasy, running his tongue along his lips. His eyes hooded as he arched up. Before Draco could stop himself, he came, spraying the front of his pants with the white treat he wished Harry was having right then.
Gasping, Draco silently thanked everything he considered sacred for the show he had just received. However, another part cursed the man who invented ice cream.
Students quickly began exiting the Great Hall, but neither Harry nor Draco got up from their seats. Grinning, the Gryffindor stuck his finger in his mouth, deliberately sucking it hard, before getting up and leaving the Slytherin to wait for everyone to leave before he could stand. Couldn't let anyone see what he had done in front of the whole school.
"Who invented ice cream anyway?" Draco mumbled as he was finally able to leave the Great Hall. He quietly went down to the dungeons to change, then headed up to the Gryffindor Tower for round two.