"You just look like you want to decorate yourself." Dave pointed out, propping himself up on his elbow to watch Dylan, the contrast of yellow on pale skin making Dave's eyes shine happily. "But eventually, I am dragging you out of bed to decorate our tree." Not at that moment, though, not with that bow drawing him in and Dave leaned down, nuzzling just slightly against Dylan's jawline first. But soon enough, his lips were pressed against ribbon-covered throat, warm breath ghosting over skin and yellow and Dave forgot all about the decorations.
"More than nice." He murmured, tipping his head to catch the loose end of the ribbon between his teeth, pulling slowly and watching the bow unravel.