Warning:  Yaoi, a bit of implications, and a whole lot of licking.

Disclaimer:  I have no life!!!

Ice Popsicle

Once upon a time, our dear Carrot-chan was walking along the forest trail, eating.  He was skipping along with his snack.  Yup.  Perfectly innocent.  Just eating.  I swear to God, just eating.  What was he eating?  Why, he was eating his favorite food, Strawberry Ice Popsicle!!!

Drip, drip, drip. 

'Oh, dear,' thought a distressed Carrot, for his heavenly snack was slowly melting.

And so, he began to lick his hand.

And he began to purr.

Now, in this same forest, lies a somewhat (all right, let's face it) flat-out horny sorcerer, whose name was Zaha Torte.  We don't know exactly why he was there.  But he was just there, suddenly, as if it was all predestined by fate.

Mind you, he hadn't noticed Carrot, yet.  He was too busy cursing the fates, who had neglected to inform him of his immediate arrival in the forest.  Which resulted in him wearing his knickers.  Well, actually, make that his black leather thong.

Apparently he'd been undressing for a light shower, when destiny thought it a good time to pull him into this mass of voracious herbivores.

"—bloody, effing trees!  Fuck!" 

A snap.  Zaha whirled around, with his ultra-sensitive hearing, to find himself staring at Carrot-chan in a distance, who had accidentally walked on a twig, rendering it broken.

 Eyes glazed over.  Mouth dropped open.  Heaving ensued.  A very, very strange ehem rose up.

Apparently Carrot had just licked his hand.  And had purred.

Was that a moan, we hear from Zaha?

Yes, oh dear, it was.

And oh dear.  Carrot, oblivious little innocent fool, had not noticed anyone.  Not even Zaha, who was currently drooling.

And so, Carrot skipped merrily along, licking his strawberry delight, alternating with licking his hands.  And coincidentally, skipping towards a very disoriented Zaha.

Zaha's thoughts:

'Oooh.  Tongues.  Red.  Oooh.  Strawberry.  Fu—'

We'll cut it short.  Zaha was having very, very naughty thoughts.

As Carrot was slowly walking towards him, swaying his hips, ever so slightly, he leaned forward.

Zaha's sense of smell was immediately ravaged by the intoxicatingly sweet scent of strawberry.  And he jumped. 

It was more or less like a pounce, really.  But nevertheless, he gained a 10 from the watching gods above.

What ensued later on, includes material that we do not know how to write but it did involve a lot of effing.  Oh, and a lot of secret smirking by the innocent one.