Scaramouche, for no special occasion or anything, brought you home chocolates.

Right now he was out of the apartment in class since he had a couple today. You decided to snack on one of the chocolates. It had an.. odd flavor.

Scara soon returned, finding you in your shared bedroom panting for air as whined escaped you, quite a bit of movement going on under the sheets..

“Hm, what’s this now?~” He knew the aphrodisiac within the chocolates had kicked in nicely.