"Nicoooooole," Isaac sobbed, balls deep in the most delicious cake he'd ever baked. The thick, dark icing squelched through his fingers as he grasped at it-- trying to get a better angle, trying to gain some semblance of control. The soft baked good crumbled in his hands, bringing a fresh sob to his lips. "No, no, no," he brought his fingers to his lips, smearing the sweet confection across his chapped, bitten lips.

"No, no, no," and as he sucked his fingers clean, his own salty tears mingling with the rich taste of lard-laden cake, he released a load deep, deep inside it. He immediately fell upon the table, gathering the ruined cake in his arms and sobbing himself to sleep.