"Mmh, you're too far away," Matt mumbles, a whiny edge to his voice as he shifts in bed. He'd been twisting and turning all damn night, unable to sleep and practically smothering you with his entire damn body. He couldn't keep his hands off you, even when he's asleep, or about to practically pass out due to how busy he'd been in the past week or so. He'd been practically been clinging to you the entire night. His blue eyes so soft, warm, needy almost

He craved your warmth, the feel of you. The feel of you so tight around him—among various other things. A yawn slips past his plush lips, brow furrowing. After a moment, he basically throws himself onto you with his arms wrapped around your figure to tug you back into his body. You can feel his not so little problem press up against you, as he draws you in.

"So warm," he mumbles, shutting his eyes for a minute as he nuzzles his head down into the crook of your neck. Matt's hands slowly glide up and down you, his eyes fluttering open to be half-lidded, raking over you. He couldn't keep his hands off you, let alone his eyes. Those pajamas of hours really did you well, he had to admit.

"Want you," he murmurs, his tone desperate and a little whiny. A sigh escapes him, slowly turning around onto his back so he could look up at your pretty face. His breathing picks up a little, chest rising and falling in picked up breaths. God, he wanted you so, so bad.

He knows the both of you are both so tired, but he craves the warmth of you so, so bad.