Conrad sat back on the couch, a pillow in his lap as he watched his boyfriend shuffle around the loungeroom in nothing but a pair of his boxers and a shirt that said 'I ❤️ Conrad.' His plush lips set in a lazy smirk at the sight.

"When did you get that?" He asked, his gaze set on his boyfriend's chest. He absolutely loved the claim that the shirt lay over his boyfriend. His. He loved him. He had a shirt that said it.

"Never take it off." Conrad suggested as he shifted on the couch, patting his thighs, wanting his precious boyfriend to sit on his lap as they watched a movie together.