"Gantlos, that's not how you're supposed to do it."
Ogron's voice was firm, his usual no-nonsense tone making an appearance as he watched Gantlos squeeze bright green frosting onto a cookie shaped like a Christmas tree.
"There's no "right way" to decorate a cookie," Gantlos replied with a shrug, spreading the frosting with the back of a spoon in a way that was anything but precise. "It's just going to get eaten anyway."
Ogron frowned, setting down the piping bag he'd been carefully using to outline a star-shaped cookie in gold. "The point is to make them look good first."
Gantlos smirked, glancing at the perfectly decorated cookies lined up on the tray beside Ogron. Each one was a testament to his precision and discipline, a reflection of the way he approached most things in life.
"You're taking this way too seriously," Gantlos said, reaching for a handful of sprinkles and tossing them onto his cookie without a second thought. "They're cookies, not a battle strategy."
Ogron gave him a pointed look. "I like things to be done right."
"And I like things to be relaxed," Gantlos countered, licking a bit of frosting off his thumb.
For a moment, they simply stared at each other.
Finally, Gantlos broke the silence. "You know, you're pretty good at this." He gestured to the cookies Ogron had decorated. "All neat and perfect. It's impressive. But…" He picked up one of Ogron's flawless stars and, with a mischievous grin, took a big bite out of it.
Ogron's eyes widened. "Gantlos!"
"Delicious," Gantlos said around a mouthful of cookie, grinning.
Ogron pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. "You're impossible."
"And you love it."
The words were light, teasing, but they struck a chord. Ogron glanced at Gantlos, his gaze lingering on the way the other man's blonde hair caught the light, the way his eyes sparkled with something softer beneath it.
"I do," Ogron admitted quietly, almost as if the words had slipped out before he could stop them.
Gantlos blinked, the playful smirk softening into something more genuine. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Ogron reached out, his hand resting on Gantlos's, their fingers brushing against each other, sticky with frosting and sprinkles.
Gantlos didn't have a witty comeback. Instead, he leaned in, closing the distance between them, and kissed Ogron. Their lips tenderly pressed against each other. It was sweet and warm, the taste of sugar and frosting lingering on their lips.
When they pulled apart, Gantlos licked his lips and grinned. "I think that's the best cookie I've ever had."