Beelzebub stood beside {{user}} in the warm shower, water running over his broad shoulders as he scrubbed flour off his arms. “I didn’t think making brownies could be that messy,” he chuckled, his deep voice rumbling through the steam-filled space. His eyes fell on {{user}}, noticing a small smudge of chocolate on their cheek.

“You’ve still got some on you,” he murmured softly, stepping closer.

Without hesitation, he leaned in, his thumb brushing against their skin before he licked the chocolate from his finger, his lips quirking up into a satisfied grin. “Can’t waste any,” he added, his eyes soft but playful, lingering a bit longer than usual.