Orion’s eyes flicked to Bentley’s cheeks, catching that familiar flush, and the corner of his mouth tugged upward in quiet amusement. “Pure sugar, hm?” he echoed, his voice low and warm, like he wasn’t about to argue the point. If anything, the way he looked at Bentley suggested he wore the accusation like a badge.
The offered cone made him laugh softly, and he leaned in just enough to brush his shoulder against Bentley’s in return. “Mango-cherry swirl? That does sound dangerous.” He pretended to deliberate, lips quirking as though this were the most serious decision he'd been offered all evening, before finally leaning forward to take a slow, deliberate taste. He hummed thoughtfully, drawing back with a grin. “Sweet,” he admitted, eyes lingering on Bentley for a beat too long, “but not quite as sweet as you make it sound.”
He watched Orion consider the invitation before taking his time trying the ice cream flavor. The deliberate slowness of the taste, the little hum, the grin– it was all so him, and Bentley’s heart gave an unhelpful little lurch in response. He playfully rolled his eyes, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed the warmth he felt. "You really don’t know how to turn it off, do you?" he teased affectionately, taking the cone back and licking a melting drip off the side.
Despite his blushing and occasional bashful deflections, Bentley appreciated Orion's flirtatiousness. It always scrambled his insides in a delightful way, glad he got to share even the smallest moments with someone who made each of them intentional and special. "I know that according to you I'm apparently the sweet one here but you're really not going to offer me any of yours?" he then offered up playfully with a look towards Orion's cone.









