“Happy Birthday Harry.” His eyes are wide, expectant I begin to salivate. This is something I’ve wanted for months now, and he’s finally giving it to me. Eyes scan over the milky white, trembling surface. He’s shaking in anticipation. Did he think I would be disappointed? He could never disappoint me in this way. It’s too much and I have to feel
it, taste it. My eyes fall closed as I sink in my fingers, groaning, surrounded by heat and moistness. Lowering my mouth I taste it. Sinful. Decadent. Delicious. Creamy. Orgasmic.
“Draco, this is the best birthday cake ever.”