Dave ducked his head momentarily. "Just thinking. Imagining what you'd look like wrapped up..." He paused and took a chance. "Tied up for real." Dave shook his head though, ignored the slight swelling of a certain part of anatomy at the very thought of Dylan spread out for him like that, and stood, running a hand through his hair and shuffling over to the backpack. "I took a few old ones from the shop but I saw some when I was doing my christmas shopping that I thought would suit our tree."
Dave's voice was absentminded as he brought the protective boxes over to the foot of the tree, kneeling down to take them out carefully, one by one, and show them to Dylan.