Dillon whimpered again as he was pushed back into the bed post, not daring look away. "Please give me my present?" he huffed out softly, taking in a few deep breaths even though he didn't actually need them. "Or, you know, whatever you're doing now works too," he chuckled softly, holding his own shirt up happily as his other fingers tangled in his husband's hair. He bit into his lower lip as he watched the ancient man mouth at his stomach and hip, pressing closer to the attention before he even noticed.