"Nah, that's you." Dave murmured affectionately, too full of good food and, well, love to think too hard about being overly intelligent when speaking to his boyfriend. Returning the kiss happily, his arms slid up around Dylan's shoulders, fingers toying with the hair at the back of the younger man's neck. "Hmm. We drive back to my place and you kiss me good night?" Dave said it innocently but quick enough, the act failed and he smirked lightly. "And tomorrow you kiss me good morning."