*killua's cheeks flush pink as he opens his lips, eyelids lifting partway to watch the fork slip between them. the second the cake meets his tongue he gives an involuntary shudder, senses overwhelmed by the flavor they so crave. he's sure to savor this piece, to show her how grateful he is that she shared it with him by laving it luxuriously with his tongue, cherishing layer of it until it's fully melted in his mouth. when he finally swallows, it's reluctantly, wishing the cake could last forever on his tongue. deliciously drunk on the aftertaste, he sighs in ecstasy.*

tastes so good...