Dave laughed, lips swollen with kisses, as he buried a hand in Dylan's hair, threading his fingers gently through soft strands. Sure, he had felt his boss' return a few hours ago, the smoke was thick in his mind, but that didn't matter. Marijuana was busy and Dave was busy being in love. "I think we both win." He murmured quietly, shifting happily under Dylan and pressing a kiss of his own to the younger man's cheek.
"Just wait until we play Jenga again!" Dave stuck out his tongue at Dylan teasingly, a hand trailing lazily up and down Dylan's back for the mere sake of touch. "We can both win at that, too."