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It was a sunny afternoon in the middle of summer. Harry and Ron, who started dating just a few weeks ago, were having their first fight. It was something quite serious. Well, to them it was. Which ice cream flavor was better, mint or chocolate. Tired of this stupid back and force, Harry desieded to take Ron to an ice cream shop to prove once and for all that mint was the better flavor. Ron agreed, laughing at the thought that his boyfriend is gonna not only be proven wrong, but pay to be proven wrong.
"One mint and one chocolate. Both in cones," Harry said to the cashier, handing them a few silver coins. "Ready to have the best ice cream of your life?" Harry asked his boyfriend. "I had chocolate ice cream last week, Harry. It's not a new experience or something," Ron shot back, grabbing both ice creams and handing the green one to Harry.
After they each tasted each other's ice creams, both not willing to admit defeat, they chatted a bit, every here and there making jabs about the other's ice cream. While talking, Harry got a wicked idea.
"You've got ice cream on your face," Harry said to his boyfriend with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Ron moved his thumb to try to get rid of the ice cream. "Is it gone?" He asked. Harry shook his head. "Nope, it's still there." Ron rolled his eyes and tried again, Harry groaning. "I'll just do it for you," he says, moving both his empty hand and the one holding the ice cream towards Ron, who noticed Harry's smirk just a second before-
Ron yelped as Harry smeared some of his ice cream onto his cheek. Harry retrided as fast as he could, laughing at his boyfriend's expression. "You little bastard," Ron muttered under his breath, both mad at and amused by his boyfriend's treakery. He then tried to smear his own ice cream on Harry but was stopped by his boyfriend licking the ice cream off his cheek before kissing him there.
"Even better than having the ice cream in a cone," Harry said. Ron rolls his eyes at him, still blushing. "It would have been better if it was chocolate," he says, to which Harry gasps. "Yeah right?! Mint is way better than chocolate." Ron smirks at him. "And how would you know?" Instead of answering, Harry grabs his wrists and moves his boyfriend's hand so that he smears his own chocolate ice cream on his cheek. Harry then licks the ice cream off, sucking this time, leading Ron to gasp a bit. "Yup the mint is definitely better," he says, smirking at his blushing boyfriend. "As if!" Said Ron, who was trying (and failing) to push Harry off him. Harry was now smearing his mint ice cream on Ron's jawline and neck before sucking it off of him, giving him hickies. "Stop it," Ron muttered, breathless. "Admit that mint ice cream is better than chocolate and I'll stop," Harry replied. Ron scoffed. "Do I look like a liar to you?" Harry shrugged and continued, now biting softly. "Then I guess I'm not going to stop."
Ron tried to focus on his superior ice cream, but after a few minutes it was too much. "God Harry, please stop," he practically moaned. Harry looked up at him, that mischievous glint still in his eyes. "All you have to do is admit that mint ice cream is better than chocolate ice cream and I'll stop," Harry replies, sounding relaxed. "Fine! Mint ice cream is the better ice cream. Happy?" Ron said in exasperation. Harry kissed his boyfriend's lips. "Very."