”touch me while your bros play grand theft auto”

matt’s keyboard clicked as he played, while his foot tapped on the floor.

you were laying in his bed, tangled in the bedsheets, when you got bored of mindlessly scrolling on insta, so you stood up from the bed, and crawled into matt’s lap, which he corresponded.

he was playing grand theft auto with some friends, while you sat there, watching him play.

he was focused on the game, scrunching his face a few times.

matt’s hand moved to your thigh, caressing it softly with his thumb, while he played with his other hand. that sure was a skill.