"Cecil?"
Carlos stepped into the apartment, and pocketed his keys. He called his boyfriend's name again, but there was still no response. Figuring that Cecil was already asleep, considering that it was pretty late at night, Carlos walked down the short hallway and into the bedroom.
No Cecil. Carlos hung his coat up in the closet, and went back out to the living room. No Cecil there, nor in the kitchen, and no one in the bathroom either.
"Hm, where are you, Cecil?" Carlos wondered aloud as he walked down the hallway again, but this time entered their study, where they each have a desk on opposite sides of the room to do work for their respective jobs.
Carlos found Cecil sitting at the desk with his head slumped down onto his arm, which was spread across his laptop's keyboard. His laptop's screen was black—either sleeping or out of battery—and there were papers strewn across the desk, and a few that have fallen onto the floor.
As Carlos approached his sleeping boyfriend, he called out, "Cecil, it's time to get into bed," but Cecil didn't answer. He continued snoring softly through his nose. Carlos put his hand on his shoulder, and shook it slightly so as not to startle him. No response.
Sighing, Carlos pulled the chair out from the desk a little, put one arm behind Cecil's knees, and the other around his chest, carefully lifting the sleeping man up. Cecil's head just rolled onto Carlos shoulder with a sigh, knocking his glasses slightly off his nose.
Carlos chuckled to himself. Only you, Cecil, he thought as he stepped out of the room and across the hall into their bedroom. Bending down slightly to reach the blanket, Carlos pulled it back from the top of the bed and softly tossed it to the footboard. As gently as possible, Carlos laid Cecil down onto the bed. He pulled the blankets back up to Cecil's neck and carefully took off Cecil's glasses, closing them, and setting them down on the nightstand.
Carlos finished his nightly routine before pulling back his side of the blankets carefully, so as not to wake Cecil, and slid into bed. He looked at his boyfriend, still soundly asleep, as though he had been there the entire time, before turning off the lamp on his nightstand, taking off his own glasses, and snuggling down into the covers.
Cecil sighed softly and turned to face Carlos in his sleep, tossing his hand over Carlos's chest. Carlos smiled to himself before kissing Cecil's forehead and drifting off to sleep.
Imagine Person A of your OTP falling asleep at their desk and Person B picking them up and tucking them into bed.