"Well, when you're this hot-" Dylan began, but then Dave was leaning in, doing exactly what he had hoped for and more, because Dylan hadn't expected him to do it with his teeth. Dylan raised his eyes to the ceiling and let out a warm, breathy sigh, tilting his head back slightly so that the ribbon would glide smoothly off of his skin. He reached out a hand to lightly run it down Dave's chest. "Looks like I'm unwrapped." He said sheepishly, and pecked the older man on the lips. He pulled back, nuzzling Dave's cheek lightly. "So, right, decorations." He murmured. "I've never done this before, which goes first? The sparkly or the blinky or the hangy?"