Author's Note: Okay, here's Chapter Two. Illness has kept me away from writing for a considerably long time, & I apologize for the wait. I also thank you for your reviews, and in response to the extremely rude twelfth one – you now know why it's taken me so long to update, indeed twelve reviews is enough & more than I expected, and I update only if I get reviews so I know I'm writing for someone's pleasure & not just my own. Anyways, do enjoy. Even though it's a bit short, don't be upset. I worked hard on this one.
"Ice."
He pressed it against the back of Draco's throbbing head, a little less than gently. Draco's hand quickly shot up & gripped Harry's wrist in some sort of defense, almost as though he was warning Harry that if he tried anything, Draco was ready to fight him off.
Harry bent his lips down and kissed Draco's knuckles. He felt the other boy's hand muscles tighten in a small spasm of surprise.
The ice fell from his hand as his lips continued up Draco's arm, loving the feel of the soft, pale flesh. The spicy, masculine smell of Draco's soap overwhelmed Harry's senses, and he felt his eyes close. He allowed his lips to feel the way toward Draco's collarbone.
Upon reaching the desired spot, Harry sunk his teeth in. A strangled noise was wrenched from Draco's throat, and his hands were quickly gripping Harry's shoulders and shoving him backwards.
Harry frowned. "What?"
Draco returned the question with a blank look.
"Why are you stopping me? What do you want?" Harry spoke slowly & clearly, almost in a mocking tone.
"Shut up, Potter." Malfoy's cheeks reddened slightly.
"Well, then, just tell me."
"I want out of here," he answered, in as strong of a voice as he could muster.
"Perfect." A sly grin formed itself on Harry's face, and Draco felt his stomach clench. He obviously wasn't going to be freed anytime soon.
Cold steel gripped his wrists. Startled, he whipped his head around and saw a pair of handcuffs dangling from each, the unused cuffs dangling – waiting.
The look on Draco's face was intoxicating, & Harry savored it. With a flick of his wand and an unsaid spell, the open cuffs attached themselves to either side of the headboard, stretching Draco's arms wide into a V. His beautiful upper body muscles were strained, tugged in opposite directions. But due to clothing, Harry was unable to see this spectacle.
Harry found he couldn't keep his hands to himself. Fidgeting a little as an erection began forming in his pants, he pointed his wand once again at Draco. Lids slammed over the Slytherin boy's grey eyes in anticipation, only to find himself suddenly chilly.
His clothes were gone.
After emitting a choked gasp, he curled his legs inward, attempting to cover his bare parts pathetically, only causing Harry to laugh mercilessly at him. But his emerald eyes were staring hungrily at the boy's toned stomach muscles, and in fear, Draco closed his eyes once more.
"Whipped cream."
A strange sound filled his ears, but Draco still couldn't bring himself to open his eyes. It sounded somewhat like Peeves when he blew a raspberry, but he could tell it was coming from no human. Or ghost.
A cold substance piled on his abdomen, filling the creases between the muscles. Easing one eye open cautiously, he saw a pile of white foam resting on his stomach. Whipped cream, he finally realized. His mouth opened in surprise.
The nozzle of the bottle was suddenly at his lips, and without a moment's hesitation Harry filled the opening with the sweet cream. A little bit eager, he poured so much into the blonde's mouth that excess poured out, dripping down his chin and onto his neck.
One prone to acting quick, Harry quickly lapped up the surplus, pressing his own – Draco now realized, bare – stomach against the Slytherin's so the whipped cream was between them. It was pleasantly slippery, and Harry enjoyed the challenge of having to work to stay on top of the other boy so he could devour the white substance that flowing from his mouth.
Swallowing down what was in his mouth, Draco found himself – much to his own astonishment – amused.