(and work until midnight for me! bye!)
"But a pretty one!" Dave teased lightly, laughing as Dylan settled in against his skinny frame. A hand reached up into Dylan's hair, threading through gently, although his fingers tightened slightly as Dylan deepened the kiss. With a sigh of contentment and want, he pressed a kiss to the top of Dylan's head, closing his eyes for a moment. "Glad you found me. Glad you love me, glad to be loved." A hand came up to tilt Dylan's chin up and the kiss Dave pressed to Dylan's lips was loving, wanting, and needing all rolled into one. Could this be their last time? Dave didn't know but if he treated every time like it could be their last, well, there would be no wasted times.