Moi? Perverted?

*fails miserably at looking innocent*

You started it, with the pic and the Dean and Icecream...

The trail of creamy vanilla melted slowly down his chest,
covering his nipples.
Seamus was licking his lips,
looking like someone who hadn't eaten for a month.
Well, at least he hadn't had anything this tasty between his lips.

"No point in adding a cherry." Dean says.

"Why not?" Seamsu frowned.

"You already got that." Dean grinned wickedly.