Oh, okay. Toby most definitely not expecting Dorian to coax him into sex this quickly after waking up. The temptation to get up and open his present then come back to bed is very real, but there's also the very real, very warm distraction of boyfriend wrapping around him and kissing his neck right now. God, trying to choose one over the other is damn near impossible right now, which makes him very grateful to have the need to choose taken off the table by an extremely persuasive shift of hips against his own.

It's fine. Presents will come soon enough. They'll just ravage each other once (or twice) and then get started on the rest of their day.

"This first," he moans, wrapping his arms tightly around the other man as he pulls them flush together. He allows Dorian to kiss his neck a few more times (God it feels so damn good right now) before turning his boyfriend's face and pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss. There's an undeniable need behind it all, and Toby's not waiting for longer than another kiss before he starts trying to take off whatever clothes are separating them.

"My choice this morning?" he murmurs between more kisses. "It is my birthday, after all." Not that he's thoughts about what he wants for 'birthday sex' (or round one of 'birthday sex', knowing them), but he's got a few good ideas. All of which are even better with sunlight pouring over them through the open window.