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Viktor was reading in their room and Yuri felt neglected by his lover. So Yuri reached down to caress Viktor’s cheek.
He said, “I am a potato.”
Viktor said, “So that’s why you can see too much. I thought that was just because of your glasses.”
Yuri blushed. Now we have a baked potato.
Viktor poked Yuri’s cheek. “You know, I’ve always liked my potatoes ‘sweet (and spicy) .’”
“Hey, hot potato.” Yuri paused. “But I thought I was your ‘hot’ potato.”
Viktor smiled a radiant smile. “You are my french fry. ”
“You mean deep fried, full of salt, and oily? I thought that was Yurio, the saltiest fry of them all .”
“No, I mean smoking hot. ”
“And mass produced in McDonalds?”
Viktor laughed. “Yuri, my love, learn how to take a compliment.”
“Viktor r u McFricking kidding me.”
“Nope, ‘cause I’m full of McLovin’. ” Viktor reached for Yuri’s cheek with his lips.
Anticipating a kiss, Yuri spluttered out, “Bu duhduhduhduuuh…!!!”
Viktor leaned down. “ I’m lovin’ it.”
Their lips met. Yuri closed his eyes and allowed himself to be sucked away by Viktor’s kisses.
Then suddenly, Yuri had a sudden flash of inspiration. He pushed Viktor away.
“But Yuri...why?!?!” the Russian man complained with a look of rejection on his face.
“...What if...what if we take a fry and, do the thing from Lady and the Tramp?”
Viktor stared at him for a moment and winked. “ Saucy ~ If you’re a french fry, then I’m ordering takeout because I want to take you home .”
“Viktor…!”
“But can we actually order some takeouts tonight from McDonald's? I am craving some fries.” Viktor slung his arm around Yuri. The Japanese man leaned towards his lover’s chest. Fries sounds heavenly.
“Alright. But Viktor... please, I need lots of ketchup packs...”
“But why, Yuuri?”
“Because,” Yuri looked up to meet Viktor eyes. “Ketchup is tomatoes and, I love you from my head, down to ma toes.”
“Yuri, this is exactly why I love you.”