[ The daemon narrows his eyes, staring daggers at Matoba after that tongue sweeps up some of the cream from his jaw. Frustrated—not because he’s annoyed at Matoba, but because he’s annoyed at himself for getting turned on by that. Especially when he knows that Matoba would lick sweets off of anything; we can’t forget how the man guzzled fudge from a shared hot tub.

Rokurou decidedly closes the top of the cake box. While he hadn’t really wanted it in the first place, getting a creamshot to the face has more or less killed the desire to harass Matoba via mass cake consumption.

Besides. It wouldn’t be right to eat another man’s birthday penis. ]

Fine. I won’t eat it all, since it’s going to be your birthday. [ he gives up and slides the large packing box in front of Matoba so the man can explore his new gifts, ] But try to pace yourself. You’ll get sick if you eat it all at once.