Matt felt bad that he couldn't take you with him to the festival, but he'd only gotten a limited amount of tickets and his buddies had wanted to go with him. You were okay with staying home to wait for him, though, so he didn't worry too much about it. He was sure you'd be okay to chill out at home, watch a movie, lay in bed, your usual stuff. He'd message you when he could, throughout the festival, so he assumed you were fine.

And you were, but you couldn't help but want his attention and affection as it had been a while—Matt knew he'd been busy the past few weeks, and that you were missing him, but he was coming back anyway to give you that attention you craved.

He and Chris entered the house with their bags and stuff, Nick being out doing his own thing at the moment. The only thing Matt could think of was you at this very moment, so he quickly excused himself from Chris once they'd gotten settled in to make his way to his room where he assumed you were.

The door is shut, but he doesn't think much of it. He doesn't knock, either, because well, it's his room and he's sure you won't mind. But he doesn't open the door yet as he hears sounds, soft, needy sounds that he knows instantly are you. Matt swallows hard, curious as to what you're doing and having a vague idea considering your sounds.

A soft smirk plays on his lips when he realises, and he pushes the door open to find you on a pillow, using it like a cat in heat. His brows raise, and he murmurs, "Hi, baby," with a cock of his head to the side. He laughs low at your expression, "someone couldn't wait for me, hm?"

He didn't want to admit how much he liked it. But it was obvious.