Who; Mukuro & Byakuran
What; Caramel dicks and whipped cream.
Where; Millifiore Base.
[There are moments in life, where one has a sudden bought of introspection. Where they stop and they think, well yes, I could do this right now with my life and I will be a better person for it. Byakuran has had one of these moments - beautiful really, in hindsight.
Even more beautiful in action. It is, always, difficult to get Mukuro into the correct mood. Especially when Byakuran walks, with buckets of all things, filled to the brim with caramel, and a can of whipped cream shoved under his arm. Byakuran succeeds anyway, because he is, if nothing else, a persistent little shit.
So when Mukuro is suitably ready, shall we say, that is when Byakuran lifts a bucket and pours it onto his crotch and his thighs because Byakuran does not give a fuck about where it's going.
He is you see, going to eat all of it - and he does. And he keeps going, and that is how they end up where they are now.]
So, Mukuro-kun, I think we're almost out - ah, but that's what we have the cream for, right?