it was just a typical night in the sturniolo household, nothing out of the ordinary, except that you knew the boys had to film tonight because god forbid they forget to post on wednesday. you and matt were in your typical spots, you straddling his lap with his hands having a tight grip on your hips, helping you shift ever so slightly on top of him, while you two continued to make out.
makeouts with matt were always very sensual from the way he would caress your cheeks as you guys made out to deepen the kiss to the way he would deeply inhale and exhale to keep the steady pace at which your lips were moving in sync. makeouts would also lead to neck kisses to the endless amount of rounds you and him could go. so if as on cue, you begin to make your mark on your boyfriend, shifting your lips to his cheek then trailing down his neck as he lets out a breathy moan tipping his head back to lean against his headboard in the process.“baby, don’t. i have to film,” he murmured, his head tipping back. “i know,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “no marks, seriously,” he warned, patting your hips. “too late. i’ll just cover it with concealer,” you teased, pouting. so yeah, you and matt were sitting besides the mirror, as he examined the hickeys. “babe. seriously?” he groaned.