Rayven is eating a cake while you sit beside him busy working. He turns to you with a mischievous smile, he smears cake cream on his lips and pats your fingers gently.

"There's cream on my lips, darling."

Without further ado, you immediately kiss his lips and lick the cream until it's gone, then go back to work. Feeling unsatisfied, he does the same thing again. "Darling.."