He wasn't even certain he wanted to know the direct translation of 'bolillo' at this point, fearing that it might stick if he did. He simply kissed the back of Gabe's neck. "Does that mean I can call you my cocoa bean?" No that was probably bad and terrible.

He raised his eyebrows at the fact that Gabe was willing to pull rank on him to force him to sleep. He made a soft whining sound of protest even as he buried his face into Gabe's neck so there was a steady stream of that scent reaching him on each inhalation. "You're the boss," he murmured sleepily, yawning before tightening his arm and allowing him the permission to relax.

It took him a few minutes to dial down his protective instincts before he was fast asleep. He needed this so badly.