K's Food Drabble "Mmm… ooh, that's so good!" His tongue darted out to lick at the strawberry being offered. The whipped cream dripped off the tip of the berry onto his lips – a promise of things to come. His body sprawled in the overstuffed chair, a king in repose. "Wait, there's more." His finger dipped into the now cooling chocolate, and with a devilish little smile he began to paint lines of chocolate on the body before him. Line ran into swirl, dipped down, delicious camouflage that blurred their differences. "Baby, we're not that different after all!" Wayne smiled, delighted by Drew's blush.