"I'm plenty strong." Dave murmured cheekily, just as playful as Dylan as he dipped his head, nuzzling softly against Dylan's neck. "Let me show you how strong I am." He knew that, even with his diminished strength, he was still capable of banging Dylan into the mattress. Or against a wall. The very thought was enough to banish the lingering cold and he nipped, nibbled, at Dylan's neck. "The food will keep." He murmured, breath hot as he kissed his way back up to Dylan's lips. "Brownies later. Want to taste you before..." His hands shifted, one palm pressing against the front of Dylan's jeans.
Eyes wide and staring at his boyfriend, Dave bit his lip, trying to tantalize. "Please, Dylan?"