Dylan paused his attentions briefly to swing one skinny leg over Dave's, effectively straddling him. One of his hands cradled the back of Dave's head, holding it in place as he laved affection on his neck. The touch on his back felt cold, but he welcomed it. "Yes, please-" He murmured, his breath hot in Dave's ear, and his free hand went to pull down the zipper of the older ma's sweatshirt.