"I'm glad," Drake murmurs, grinning at being given free reign. As he releases Jesus' wrist he feels the goosebumps, though, and mistakenly assumes it's just because they've been lying around sweaty and naked and have cooled down. "Mm, hold on."

He pushes himself up, pressing a kiss to Jesus' shoulder before shifting away to grab the spare blanket on top of the chest at the foot of the bed.

"Better?" It's easier to draw that over them both and snuggle back down than drag themselves out of bed to clean up so they can get under the covers properly.