"You think so?" Dean asked, grinning. He truly was happy. Then Daniel put ice cream on his nose. "Hey, mister man." Dean mock pouted. He resisted the urge to throw a spoonful of ice cream in his boyfriend's face. He stood instead, unbuckling his belt, and dropping his pants enough to get his cock free of his jeans and underwear.
Then he put some ice cream on the tip of his cock. "You hungry, Daniel?" He asked, giving him a devilish grin.