J sips his coffee, already having it in mind to set it down after this, though his intent was to get a kiss, not a present. There's no reason, though, that he can't have both. "You haven't even had any yet," he says, grinning, as he leans away to put his cup down. Sitting back up, he leans toward S, lifting his hand to cup S's cheek, drawing him gently closer for a kiss. It's not a no, of course. He just doesn't think S walking in on the last couple minutes of preparation counts the same as opening a present. Though, admittedly, J didn't have a wrapping plan for the cake anyway.

He lingers, the kiss slow and sweet, thumb sweeping over S's cheekbone. When he's done, he barely moves at all, eyes shut, just breathing in the moment. "Okay," he murmurs, then smiles, wrinkling up his nose. "I love you." They've said good morning and merry Christmas, but that needs to be said, too. It almost seems greedy to get gifts on top of being able to hold S and to kiss him, but he knows how much S likes when J likes his gifts. He knows, too, the barely suppressed excitement and nerves that were in S's initial question. There's no point in making him wait longer.

With another quick kiss, he draws back. "Come on, under the tree then. Where should I start? I can't pick."