Li stared at his Icelandic lover with one thought on his mind. Why the hell Emil liked black licorice so much. When he tried it, the taste was sour and bitter, but to Emil it was heaven. So Li decided to put a theory had to a test. One day he found the silver haired sitting at the table with a clear bowl of filled with licorice.
A small smirk snakes its way across the brunettes face.
Perfect.
A thin eyebrow raised as Emil watched his boyfriend stride over to the couch with a playful smirk.
The Icelandic teen had learned rather quickly that when Li had a smirk on his face, nothing good could come from it, nothing.
Before the white haired teen had time to react a pair of lips connected with his.
Violet eyes widened in surprised, fluttering shut up and returned the kiss. As the kiss began to passionate, Li forced his tongue into Emil's mouth, pulling half chewed bits of the licorice into his own mouth, pulling away from the stunned Icelandic lover. Emil stared at the brunette, blushing like crazy, trying to form the words in his head but instead it came out as stutters. Li swallowed what he'd taken out and frowned. "That was disappointing Emil, I thought it would taste sweet coming from you but I guess I was wrong." Li said with a sighing, resting his cheek in his palm.
Cue Emil throwing the whole bowl of licorice at him.