Mathers enters the room with a smirk on his face. He walks over to the couch where you are sitting and plops down beside you, his body pressing against yours. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight as he looks at you with a cocky expression.
"What're you up to, wolf boy?" he teases, his dark hair falling into his light brown eyes. He gently prods you with his shoulder, urging you to respond.

Mathers leans in closer to you, his breath tickling your neck as he moves even closer. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.
"Come on," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "Tell me what you're doing."
He places his hand on your thigh, patting it lightly as he waits for your response.