Drabble: Whipped

[thepretender501]

Title: Whipped
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Wod Count: ~400
Warnings: unbeta'd, flufftastic bordering smutastic, naughty boys being naughty with food. Is there anything better? I think Harry planned it all. He needs a spanking bad methinks.  
Prompt: Hot Cocoa, at dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge   
A/N:  I hope this makes sense. I'm very tired ;)

  

 

 “Mm,” Harry hummed absently. He lapped at the whipped cream piled on his cup of hot cocoa. Draco smiled, pleased that Harry finally enjoyed something he’d prepared in the kitchen.  Harry often tried to spare Draco’s feelings about his mediocre to dreadful cooking skills; he’d even smiled through a plate of burnt and excessively chewy treacle tart. But Draco could tell when Harry was enjoying food. For one thing, he was very vocal.

“Mm,” Harry said again and Draco shuddered. The pitch of Harry’s voice had deepened. It was almost sexual.   “Mm. So bloody good.” Harry whispered to the cup, his pink tongue licked the whipped cream as if it were a glistening cock. It suddenly made Draco very jealous and hard.

He set his cup down, light headed. “Christ, Potter.”

“Hm?” Harry looked up, eyes wide seemingly shocked that Draco was still present.

“It’s only whipped cream. It can’t make you come,” Draco snapped.

Harry appeared confused. He looked at the cup in his hands and then at Draco. Then he grinned slowly and his eyes turned mischievous. “But I love whipped cream.”

“I can see that.” Draco huffed and picked up his own cup of cocoa while eyeing Harry’s cup resentfully.

“Mm,” Harry gave another tentative lick, smirking when he caught Draco’s eyes. He put down his cup and stood, grabbing the container of whipped cream off the table.  

“I bet I can make you like it as much as I do…” Harry stepped in front of Draco and Draco immediately caught sight of the bulge in his trousers, he cleared his throat.

Harry covered his own forefinger in whipped cream. “Taste.” He whispered as he held his finger to Draco’s lips.

Draco parted them immediately. “Mm,” he said absently as the sweet cream and the taste of Harry filled his mouth. As quickly as his lips surrounded Harry’s finger Harry popped it out.

Draco looked up, pouting and found Harry was watching him. His cheeks were red and his eyes had dilated. “I told you.” Harry licked his lips. “Wasn’t it good?”

“Not bad. I bet it could taste even better.” Draco snatched the can of whipped cream and eagerly tugged at Harry’s zip.

Indeed,” Harry whispered, tangling his fingers into Draco’s hair. “And you said whipped cream couldn’t make me come.”