Inwardly, Dave smirked. Only inwardly, however, he didn't want his manipulation to be exposed. He did feel bad but, maybe, he'd try to have a few bites of brownie later. He liked brownies, used to like brownies, and he had promised. "Yes, want you." Dave murmured, withdrawing his hands from Dylan for only a moment, just barely long enough to drop his coat on the floor and wrap his arms around Dylan's waist again, bodies pressed together and all troubles and cares forgotten.
Mostly forgotten. Every so often, Dave would get this... pang inside him. It happened when he had been hanging out with Matt that morning - would it be their last time playing DDR? It surfaced again - would this be the last time he was going to hold Dylan in his arms? He couldn't be sure so he kissed Dylan almost ferociously and pushed his boyfriend back toward the bed. "Love you." He whispered roughly as they fell into bed, hands already tugging at Dylan's jeans.