Sweet Treat
Summary: Wolfram gets his first taste of the Earth treat called 'ice cream'…
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Yuuri looked at his supplies with a smile. He wondered if Greta and Wolfram would like ice cream? Greta had expressed interest in the cold Earth treat, while Wolfram didn't even know it existed yet – Yuuri thought it'd make a good surprise.
Yuuri mixed together the ingredients for his ice cream and slipped it into a plastic bag he'd brought with from his world, closing it tightly. He set it aside, and was thankful that it was winter outside in Shin Makoku, so he could get his hands on ice. He grabbed the ice he'd slipped out and grabbed earlier, and added salt to it. He then put the smaller bag into the one with ice in it.
Yuuri remembered his mother talking about this step non-stop for five minutes… In a nutshell, she'd basically said, "Remember, Yuu-chan, this is the most important step – you have to mess around with the bags for at least fifteen minutes! Any less than that, and your ice cream will be mush, and no body likes melted ice cream in their ice cream cone!"
Yuuri had decided to go with a mint chocolate chip batch for Wolfram and himself, since Greta was likely to want her own batch. Of course, this meant that the teenage king had had to take a chocolate bar with him and break it up into the ice cream, unfortunately, so the chips were much larger than the store-bought version… Well, it didn't matter, anyways – Wolfram would have never had ice cream before, anyways.
"Oi, wimp. What are you doing?"
Yuuri looked over at the entrance to the kitchen, and saw Wolfram himself. He smiled over at his unplanned fiancé. "Making ice cream," he said shortly.
"Ice cream? What is that?" Wolfram asked, sounding not in the least bit interested.
"This," Yuuri gestured at the bag as he added the chocolate chunks and began to squeeze the bag.
"…That?" Wolfram asked, confused. "It looks like mush!"
Yuuri sighed. "That's because it isn't done yet," he sighed. "I'm making some for you and me. I have a feeling Greta would like vanilla better, so I made a batch for just the two of us. You ever had mint?" he questioned.
"Mint? What's that?" Wolfram questioned, curious.
Yuuri laughed. "Ice cream's a treat from Earth, and mint's a flavor. Come on, it's ready." Yuuri handed Wolfram one of the sporks he'd grabbed earlier and opened the bag. "Dig in."
Wolfram tentatively scooped up a bit of the green-colored frozen cream, and took a bite. Yuuri, however, wasn't so delicate – he took a huge bite, smiling at his mother's recipe.
Wolfram's eyes widened as he realized how good it was. "Wow, this is good, Yuuri!" he exclaimed, taking another spoonful of the sweet, creamy goodness. "I didn't know you could cook."
"My mom makes it all the time after parties and stuff. I just thought Greta and you would enjoy it," Yuuri chuckled, taking another bite.
Wolfram looked at his fiancé, and nearly laughed at the small smudge of green ice cream on his cheek, just next to the corner of his mouth. "Ne, Yuuri… you have some ice cream on your cheek," he pointed out, gesturing at the same spot on his own face.
Yuuri licked the wrong side. "Did I get it?"
Wolfram smiled. "I'll get it." It was a shame to let ice cream – no matter how small an amount – go to waste, so he leaned forward, licking it off his fiancé's face.
Yuuri turned red, and made a quiet squeaking noise. "W-Wolf?" he stammered.
Wolfram leaned forward, capturing his betrothed's lips. Yuuri didn't pull away, and Wolfram felt his heart jump as Yuuri kissed him shyly back.
After a few moments, Wolfram pulled back, and licked his lips.
Wolfram loved ice cream… But he liked it even more when it was coming off of Yuuri's lips.