I came up with this from a random prompt group I gave Foxx, 'whip, chain, bow'. So, this came to mind.
"mmnh… Roy?"

"Shh."

Ed gave sleepy groan, patting the spot next to him find a lap, instead of a strong chest to bury his face in from the intruding sun. A tickle on his neck, something else he groaned at, but made no movements to swat at it. "Quit."

"Go back to sleep. I'm off for the office."

The weight lifted and Ed sighed, feeling cold and alone as his warm flame left.

It wasn't until lunch time, with a grumbling tummy, did he discover the reason for the tickling; a bright red bow Roy had tied around his neck.