Cheren makes Hajime a sandwich. This is not porn.
"Peanut butter and jelly good with you?"
Hajime watched with burning eyes as Cheren unscrewed the plastic cap of the peanut butter and popped open the glass jelly bottle. Cheren looked up, both condiments now in his hands. In front of him was a plate, an open plastic bag of white bread, and a knife.
"We only have crunchy and grape. That's not a problem, is it?"
Hajime nodded once, firmly. "It's fine. I like nuts in my sandwiches."
Cheren nodded and set to work. His fingers slowly glided over the long, smooth knife. He trailed his tips from one end to the other slowly. He grabbed the thick handle of it and dipped it into the depths of the jelly. The moistness welcomed him instantly and Cheren firmly pressed the long object against the rim of the hole. He pulled out, sticky with fruit, and smeared it over the fluffy bed of white bread. He did the sameon the opposite slice, slowly coating it with the sticky cream and gently massaging the nuts. He pressed the slices together, listening at the pleasant sound of fluids rubbing against each other. Now complete, Cheren lifted the rod to his mouth and licked the tip clean of the sticky residue.
"Let's eat."