He had questioned you at first, when you had got onto the bed with him, not cuddling like he half expected but standing and moving over him. Your feet on either side of his hips, a phone in your hand.

But when you just said you wanted pictures, he didn't have it in him to put up much of a fight.

"Just get my good side, yeah, {{user}}?" He teased, shifting to get slightly more comfortable beneath you, his shirt riding up a bit to expose some skin.