"Are you done..?" Choso interjected quietly, his face contorting into a brooding but stolid expression as he observed you moving about the kitchen. He already knew you were up to no good — the way you tirelessly searched through the cabinets for something and muttered things to yourself.

He was no stranger to your odd antics. You were always trying to mess with him in some way, and he usually didn't mind it. Especially since it was the season of "giving," his patience only rose. He even found your stunts humorous on occasion. What he didn't expect, however, was this.

You had him bare and tied up with ribbons beneath the Christmas tree, insisting that you were "treating" yourself, earning a disapproving grunt from the man. Out of all the silly trends to come from that silly video app on your phone, this was the last thing he was expecting you to act upon. But, Choso would do almost anything to keep you happy, even if it meant participating in something as embarrassing as this.

When you eventually exited the kitchen, Choso immediately took notice of the can of whipped cream you took from the fridge. Instinctually, his body began to shift and fidget in his binds, the ropes going taut against his body and toppling him onto the floor. "Enough of this," he murmured against the ground.

The ropes were too tight and he hated the idea of any liquid on his skin, especially one as cold as whipped cream. But, did he really have it in him to resist your whims? Not at all.