Ice cream Fortunes

A continuation was suggested by a few, but I’m dedicating this bonus chapter to hieisdragoness18 since she’s asked a few times for me to continue stuff that I never did. ^_^



Thanks very much to my buddy katelinmr who beta’d. :)





Also thanks so much to
Jilliane, Sapphire, kittycat30, thrnbrooke, Oh My Zombiee, linagabriev ( I don't think any of your inquires were answered lol. Maybe one day I'll be able to explain things better.... ), and fallenangel1129 who reviewed the first chapter. ^_^


*hugs all around*




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They had entered Malfoy’s place already half undressed. Two hands desperately trying to undo buttons and ties and zippers as they explored newly exposed skin, all the while Harry’s lips never left the vanilla flavored one’s of Malfoy. The ice cream truck was still where it had been, parked in the dead zone where no one could apparate, and Harry was still unsure how they had made it to a place they could. His head was spinning in a desperate frenzy of pleasure, growing more hazy with each passing second in the blond’s presence.



When Malfoy pulled away, gasping for air through lips that left a smug satisfaction from how swollen they were, Harry fell back against a wall, panting. He really liked the fact that he had left the normally pristine looking boy in such a mess, with his hair tousled and shirt completely unbuttoned. There was even a purple mark on his neck that Harry’s tongue was just begging to lave with attention. His mark.



“Get the rest of your clothes off,” Malfoy said, his voice husky and raw. Harry’s eyes closed as a needy moan poured over his lips. Never in his life had he been so thoroughly aroused.



Malfoy disappeared, and that primal part that had suddenly wormed it’s way into his subconscience almost wanted to howl in despair. Luckily for his pride, he was able to keep it to a small whimper. Malfoy’s command was still in his mind, so his hands began to tug at the string of his track pants, and he growled when the knot refused to give. By the time he was pulling them down his legs, he was so worked up into a frenzy that he had completely forgotten about the fact that he was wearing running shoes, and as he pulled the evil pants from hell off, they snagged on the demon shoes from hell, causing him to loose his balance.



He landed on the floor with a loud thump, groaning as pain shot up his elbow.



“Everything alright in there?” Malfoy called back. Harry’s cheeks were flaming with embarrassment as he answered in affirmative. Thankfully, the whole scene ebbed away his hurried desperation enough for him to have enough rational thought to be able to properly remove his shoes before his pants. However, any calm feelings that had returned shattered at the sound of running water. Malfoy couldn’t start without him! He made a run for what he guessed to be the bathroom.



Harry suddenly felt paralyzed where he stood in doorway and looked at Malfoy’s naked form, bending over a bathtub in front of him like some divine offer. He watched as the slim muscles of the blond’s back jumped and shifted beneath his smooth skin, the curve of his spine leading down to the most delicious ass that he’d ever seen. Somewhere in the back of his mind, there was something primitive screaming mine, over and over again.



That was when he caught Malfoy’s reflection in the glossy black tiles: a perfectly knowing smirk. That sneaky ex-slytherin knew exactly what he was doing. Harry turned away with a blush, just the smallest bit of shame flushing his cheeks and neck.



“I thought you said a shower,” he said, immediately feeling as dumb as a sack of bricks. Who the fuck would care about that when their lover was bending over in front of them? Not that... Not that they were lovers or anything. That was silly, they hadn’t even seen each other in so long, and then today they had barely talked before Harry had attacked Malfoy.



“Harry,” Malfoy said gently, his voice suddenly close. Harry jerked his head up and narrowly missed hitting Malfoy’s chin.



“Er-” Harry took a step to the side, then back. Unfortunately for him, he hadn’t been very far in the room, so he was met with the wall. Malfoy closed the short gap, this time pressing his very naked body into Harry’s as he leaned in.



“Relax,” he whispered. “Just tell me what you want to do.”



“I want,” Harry blushed and looked down. It just figured now would be the time that awkward shyness would take grip of him. It was all the blond’s fault for getting him all flushed and embarrassed. That’s it, time to act like the man he was. He straightened his shoulders and looked determinately into Malfoy’s much too amused looking eyes. “I want you to do to me what you did to the spoon earlier.”



Oh fuck, had he just said it like that? So much for acting manly.



“Cute,” Malfoy said, adding insult to injury. Harry bristled, conjuring up the best scowl he could. “Even cuter when you pout.” Malfoy kissed his lips tenderly, causing Harry to feel even more flustered.



“I’m not pouting,” Harry said, trying to slap away the hand that came up to touch his face, but Malfoy grabbed his wrist instead. “I don’t have to be here, you know. If you’re going to act like that, maybe I should just- ohgod.”



Malfoy smirked around the tan fingers he had slipped into his mouth, rolling his tongue around them in a circular motion. Harry’s knees felt week as they were sucked and sucked all the while a skillful tongue teased them. His hand was pulled in until the knuckles, the pads of index and middle finger touching the back of Malfoy’s tongue. Having his fingers be sucked so erotically caused his cock to swell with jealousy. He could feel the arousal coiling in his stomach, and he wanted to do more than just whimper and stare at Malfoy with half-hooded eyes, but he couldn’t seem to do anything other than stand there and try not to melt into a very aroused puddle.



Malfoy’s tongue slipped into the webbing between his fingers, probing it with sharp little flicks and it sent a fire blazing down Harry’s arm and into his body. In an attempt to relieve some of the pressure in his groin, Harry shifted closer, trying to make it so he could rub against Malfoy’s hip – because he had already proved he wasn’t above dry humping the blond – but he was stopped with a warning nip to his fingers. They were soothed with a gentle kiss, followed by a groan of frustration by Harry.



“Stop teasing, Malfoy.”



The git just smirked before slowly pulling Harry’s fingers out. “I know you were hoping for a blowjob, but maybe I can interest you in something else?”



“Wha-”



Harry’s eyes widened when he realized where his wet fingers were being led. Malfoy was going to let him...



“Just be gentle,” Malfoy said, pressing his body closer and burying his head into Harry’s neck. With a slightly shaking hand, Harry continued to reach around until he could run one finger down the crack of Malfoy’s arse. The blond tensed, then gasped when Harry slid down to tease his opening. He ran his finger over it, pressing against it but never going in despite Malfoy’s encouraging groans. He was feeling too anxious, and a little worried to go any further.



“Spit won’t be enough,” he mumbled finally, pulling his hand back. “Don’t you have something better?



When Malfoy pulled back, he looked genuinely surprised, but strangely in a happy way. His fingers touched Harry’s chin, tilting it up so he could kiss him softly before stepping back. “Just don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”



Don’t go anywhere? Harry frowned – well, almost, he was too content looking at that delicious arse bouncing away from him to actually frown – as Malfoy literally ran out the room. Did he worry Harry was going to suddenly bolt out of there or something?



Malfoy returned a moment later, a silver metal tube in hand. He was panting as he made his way over to Harry, boxing the brunette in with his body as he worked the cap of whatever was in his hand open.



“Do you want to prepare me, or do you just want to watch?” Malfoy said, squirting a generous amount of clear liquid in his hand and acting as if he had not just said something so incredibly arousing.



“W-watch,” Harry said through a heavy breath.



A few moment later, Harry was tugging at his cock fanatically as he watched Malfoy pumping three of his own fingers in and out while leaning against the wall. It was without a doubt one of the most erotic sights Harry had every seen, and he was sure if he didn’t stop with all the tugging, he was going to come before he even got a chance to enjoy that lovely looking arse.



“Are you almost ready?” Harry said, his voice pure moan.



Malfoy slowly withdrew his fingers, keeping one hand supported against the wall. “Y-yeah. I’ve just never... I wanted to be well prepared.”



Harry nodded, although he knew Malfoy wouldn’t be able to see it. He regretfully stopped tugging on his cock and approached the pale teen. Halfway to Malfoy, he bent down to pick up the discarded silver tube and poured out some to rub generously on his cock.



He watched with extreme arousal as his tan hands touched the cream-colored skin of Malfoy’s hips, moaning as his thumbs parted those cheeks to reveal the glistening hole. Malfoy whimpered as he gentle rubbed the head of his cock at the entrance, slowly teasing it.



“What are you waiting for?” the blond whined. Harry didn’t waste any more time, slowly pushing in and groaning as he watched himself disappearing inside that sofuckingtight channel. Malfoy was warm and soft and god, did he mention tight?



He kept pushing until he was all the way in, then paused and laid kisses anywhere on Draco’s back he could reach. The milky skin was soft against his lips, and tasted erotic against his tongue. That strange voice in the back of his head from earlier was purring in contentment, mumbling a very satisfied mine as Harry gripped the blond’s thighs tighter.



Finally, Malfoy shifted back a bit, and Harry began to slowly withdraw before pushing back in, being careful to keep everything smooth and gentle at first, despite his urge to just thrust like an animal in heat. He made himself very aware of Malfoy’s reactions, making sure to be cautious whenever there was a tensing, and to repeat his actions whenever there was a relaxation in the blond’s body. Despite how good it felt, he was much more concerned about making it good for Malfoy.



Harry wasn’t so naive not to know a little bit about gay sex, so when Malfoy’s body jerked and the blond cried out in pleasure, he knew he’d struck gold. He began to aim his thrusts into that same spot, carefully picking up speed until they had gained a faster rhythm.



He saw the shifting of Malfoy’s hand, watching his arm start to move in an undeniable way to know that Malfoy was now touching himself.



“Shit, it feels great, Malfoy,” Harry whispered harshly, his mind spinning as bolts of pleasure ran down his spine.



“Harry?”



“Nnh?” the brunette answered, unable to even form words at the moment as he leaned forward and watched Malfoy's pale hand sliding over his own flushed cock.



“When I have you screaming out your orgasm, call me Draco, not Malfoy.”



Harry opened his mouth, to say who knows what – probably just pant some more – but a deep moan erupted from his throat instead. Malfoy was squeezing and all those hot, tight muscles felt so incredible that Harry was pretty sure he was actually going to die.



“Oh fuck ohfuck,” Harry mumbled, drawing Malfoy flush against his chest as he dove in harder. His arms were holding the blond with such a feeling of severe possessiveness that it left Harry in complete awe. He leaned his head down so he could place sloppy, open mouth kisses on Malfoy’s shapely shoulder, whimpering all the while.



As he felt the telltale hardening of his balls, he moved his lips up the Malfoy’s neck, panting as he spoke. “Oh god, it’s too good, I can’t...”



“With me,” Malfoy mumbled back, the hand on his cock speeding up. Harry’s began to pound into him at an animalistic pace, aiming for the spot that had Malfoy bucking back with equal vigor. His body began thrumming as his eyes rolled back into his head.



“Draco,” Harry whispered as his whole body tensed. He felt something in his body break and then he was coming and coming, his cock jerking with every spurt of his orgasm into Draco’s body. The blond was crying out as his own body tensed, jerking erratically against Harry’s/



They collapsed together in a heap on the floor, Harry’s arms seemingly refusing to let go of the blond. Malfoy was lying somewhat uncomfortably on top of him, but Harry’s only real concern at the moment was gaining back his breath.



A few moments later, Malfoy shifted and broke free of Harry’s arms. The brunette was still feeling lethargic, though, so he made no attempt to follow. He laid on the floor instead, his whole body thrumming in the afterglow of such intense pleasure. He was only vaguely aware when the smell of vanilla filled the air, too far close to dozing off.



“Harry?” Malfoy called after a while, his voice sounding distant.



“Hmm?” he responded.



“The bath’s ready.”



Harry tried to lift his head, he really did, but he was feeling too exhausted so he waved his hand dismissively above him instead. “Too tired to move.”



He was met with a moment of silence. Just as he started drifting off again – and bugger his body was going to be sore if he slept here tonight, but he really couldn’t care – he was brought to a very rude state of alert. An arc of water splashed across his chest. Jerking up, he turned to glare at Malfoy, only to pause when he saw the blond sitting on the edge of the bathtub with his legs crossed. Oh dear heavens, was that evidence of... leaking out of Draco’s...



Harry’s cock gave an interested twitch, but the poor thing didn’t seem to have it in itself to return to full life. However, he was pretty sure it would only take a few more minutes before he would be ready again, should the occasion call for it.



“Harry,” Malfoy said, sounding slightly annoyed.



“Er-what?”



“Come here, you’re going to hold me in the bath.”



That had Harry’s cheeks positively flaming, and he fought the urge to cover his face in embarrassment. How could Malfoy just go and say something so awkward?



“I’m not fooling around here, did you think you could just have your way with me and be done with it?”



“Draco just shut up,” Harry said as he got to his feet. “I’m coming, just... be quite.”



The blond let out a small sound of annoyance but remained silent as Harry directed them into the bath. Malfoy sat between his legs, leaning his head back on his shoulder so that blond strands were slipping down his chest before he sighed contentedly. Harry’s arms didn’t really feel as uncomfortable as he thought they might when they went to wrap around the warm body against him.



It was then that Harry remembered Malfoy had promised him another bowl of strawberry ice-cream with butterscotch sauce. He was just about to open his mouth, but refrained. He could always have the blond treat him to it some other time, right now he didn’t feel up to ruining the moment with something so trivial.



Rest assured, though, he was definitely getting that ice cream.



-Fin