ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe reluctantly loosens his grip, walking back towards the chair with an irritated mutter about being dismissed like an unruly child. “ You’re not being fair at all. ”
❝ y’gon’ slip, hurt y’self or even worse. You can help by sittin’ your ass down. ❞
He chuckles, putting a hand over his and patting it, raising a brow.
❝ I’ll keep the jeans on if you behave. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ a warm flush creeps up his neck despite his best efforts to remain composed. “ don’t need an excuse to touch .. ” moving in from behind, matt wraps his arms around davis’ waist, pulling himself flush against him. “ Need any help .ᐣ ”
❝ I usually do, remember? Or are you wanting another excuse to touch my jeans? ❞
He snorts, walking over to give him a kiss on the cheek before walking back over to the door and opening it, bringing some wood by the door inside.