"you're quite a treat," they murmured.

"thank you," he responded, without really thinking about it.

"it's just the truth," they said. "so sweet. so soft. you would just melt in my mouth, wouldn't you?"

"perhaps i would," he said breathlessly.

"only becoming sweeter." their hand ran down his arm. "your skin is a soft, spongey cake. your mind being filled with a warm, gooey cream."

he trembled. "cream...?"

"it envelops your thoughts. it's heavy, thick. coating the inside of your head. your thoughts are becoming sweet and sticky." their mouth was so close to his ear, almost touching it. "you're my dessert, after all."

the absurdity of the concept didn't matter. as embarrassing as it was, it didn't stop him from feeling it.

their breath was warm. he could hear every subtle movement of their tongue inside their mouth. "if i bite you, all of those thoughts will just ooze out of you. and i'll lick them up. i'll savor them. i'll just let them melt on my tongue. won't that feel good?"

"yes," he whispered. "it-it will feel very good."

"that's right. very good. so sweet."

their tongue crawled along his ear.

"mm... very good."

their lips pressed against his earlobe, lightly sucking on it.

"just hold still for me."

he had been shuddering, but he stopped, his body freezing in place.

their teeth gently grazed his skin.

"just melt."

the tension left him. his body relaxed, even as he knew it would only make them hungrier.

but that was only natural. he was meant to be eaten.