"Well, what if I just want to stay like this?" Dylan asked, putting his other arm around Dave's waist. He let out a contented sigh and pressed his cheek to Dave's, allowing his eyes to shut briefly. "This is nice." He murmured, enjoying the quiet and calm. With all the gods and drugs and things happening outside his door, it was a blessing to be able to be in his very own home with his very own boyfriend and just experience the silence that this privilege afforded him. "Then again-" Dylan's eyes opened and his lips went to Dave's cheek, down his jawline and to his neck. "It's a waste to just sit around." He said cheekily, and ran a hand down Dave's front. "I want you. Really bad."