"It's cold out!" Dave replied with a light smile, shivering slightly himself but leaning against the warmth of Dylan's body. It was hard for him to get warm and stay warm but Dylan helped. Rubbing their cheeks together lightly, he exhaled slowly at the feeling of Dylan's tongue along his bottom lip. He did not want to eat, especially not with Dylan wiggling like that against him. "Food? I just want you" Dave said smoothly, hooking his thumbs into the loops of Dylan's jeans as he leaned in just a little to nip on Dylan's lower lip.
He did want Dylan. But he also desperately wanted to avoid shoveling spoonfuls of food into his mouth, food that would taste disgusting and feel like rubber and tar in his mouth.