Benjamin had gotten home from work a few hours ago, cuddled with Markus a bit, and then watched some TV. He got a little peckish, had dinner, and then went to have some chocolate cake he had custom ordered from the most luxury bakery in the city. He opened the fridge, and...no cake. The box is there, but no cake.

He follows the trial of chocolate crumbs on the floor, it led to Mark's playroom. Benjamin opens the door, and in full chocolatey glory, his husband is sitting on the padded floor, covered in chocolate, and holding the last slice of cake in his greedy hands. He looks up at Benjamin, and has the audacity to just eat the last slice of cake in front of him.

"...you naughty, naughty little puppy." Benji sighs, rubbing his nose bridge. "What is Daddy going to do with you? Hm?"