Matty was lying on his and Sam's shared, queen-size bed, his dick in his right hand and his clothes discarded somewhere on the floor. He was slowly running his thumb just under the head, gently lifting his hips whenever he hit a good spot, letting his left hand trail up and down from his thigh to his belly.

His knees were bent, his head buried into the stack of pillows; his mouth hanging slightly open with his eyes fluttering between half-open and closed. Matty dragged his wet hand up and down his dick, touching so lightly with just his fingertips that it was almost unbearable, but he enjoyed the sensation of teasing himself: as if he had all the power and none of it all at once.

Matty had wanted to wait until Sam returned from taking photos of fucking trees or whatever he'd been doing, but he'd got desperate. He tried texting Sam, asking how long he'd be, but he got no response: he knew that Sam got absorbed in his work once he got going, but Matty honestly couldn't wait any longer.

Normally, he would have used all his strength just to be patient for Sam, but he'd been horny since this morning, and it was three in the afternoon now, and Sam still hadn't replied.

And so, he had ended up here: dick in hand, his pale skin pleasantly complemented by the rose pink duvet cover and pillow cases, his hair sprawled out over the pillows as if he were underwater.

Sam rummaged through the spare pocket in his camera bag, looking for his keys. He still held his camera in his left hand, having been taking photos quite close to their house. Latching onto the cool metal, Sam pulled the keys out, fiddling around to get the right key in the lock.

He pushed the door open, not immediately hearing Matty's whines, instead being distracted by the slightly squeaky door that he still hadn't got round to fixing, and Allen running up to him, burying his head in Sam's hand.

"Hey, mate," Sam murmured to Allen, rubbing behind his ears before he bounded away to lie in the middle of the living room. It was then when he realised Matty was gasping and moaning from their bedroom, Sam's ears practically twitching at the obscene noises he was making.

He shrugged his bag off next to a sofa and stumbled into their bedroom, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Matty with his legs slightly parted and bent, fingers dancing across his dick and belly, eyes almost shut and lips parted. He was a picture.

"Shit, love - couldn't wait for me, hm?"

Matty's eyes flew open at the words, focusing on his boyfriend standing at the foot of the bed with a camera pointed at him. He bit his lip, shaking his head slightly in response to the question before slowly moving his wobbly limbs to kneel in front of the camera. "Fuck - take photos, Sammy."

Sam smirked, beginning to line up his first shot.

"You sure this is okay?"

"Mhmmmm... Yeah." Matty's words were breathless as he looked into the camera, lifting his hips forward and up slightly and wrapping his finger around himself fully for the first time. "Shit."

He could hear the camera clicking away as he touched himself; he ran his spare hand through his hair, squeezing it to feel the sting of the pull on his scalp, making him moan in high-pitched whine before running the hand back down his body, scraping his nails slightly as he did so.

Matty pushed his hand around to his bum, letting Sam wander around the bed to get a better angle. He pulled his ass cheeks apart slightly, bending forward a bit so the camera got a good view before resting a finger on his entrance. His breathing was shallow as he rubbed his finger across his ass; the sounds of Sam praising him were barely audible through his pleasure-muffled brain.

"Lube, Sam, holy shit-" Sam scrambled around, leaning over the bed to pick up the bottle of lube before squeezing some out onto Matty's hand, rubbing it over his fingers for him before wiping his hand on Matty's hip and going back to the camera.

Sam focused the camera on Matty's mouth as he pushed his first finger inside himself, capturing the explicit moan that fell from his lips and the lidded, lustful expression that was left on his face. Matty wasn't particularly playing anything up, even: sure, he didn't normally make this much noise, but that wasn't anything to do with it being for the camera, and honestly, Matty was only being more vocal than usual because he was enjoying the pure attention he was getting from Sam right now.

As Matty pushed his finger in further, biting his lips as he desperately tried to brush his digit against his prostate, Sam brought the camera back to capture his whole body as his limbs jumped infinitesimally with each slight movement of his finger inside him.

He slid another finger in beside the first, sighing as he did so, hearing Sam's camera click repeatedly from different places in the room as Sam moved around to get a shot of his from the side, his head flung back, his hair a mess as he began to sit back on his heels, riding his fingers slowly, rocking them into him. His feet were flexing and strained; the tendon in the back of his ankle, prominent, allowing Sam to contrast the harsh angle of his feet with the gentle curve of his back with his fingers in his ass.

Sam had been taking the photos in full colour, figuring he could edit them later, until Matty fell forward on the bed, pressing the side of his head into the mattress with his face turned to the side, his flush lips touching the rose pink duvet, and Sam took the opportunity to turn the saturation down slightly so that the pink stood out against the now almost grey tones of Matty's flesh in the partial greyscale.

The expression on Matty's face was fucking magnificent: his lips were parted, his tongue darting out to lick at his lip before biting his tongue between his teeth, whining through it. His eyes were partially closed still, his eyelids fluttering as he reached around to stroke himself once more, and his hair was falling into his face slightly, a few curls bouncing across his skin.

Matty gasped deeply, holding the breath as he finally hit his prostate, twisting his fingers around to brush against it repeatedly, his hips jolting forward to rub his dick against the bed with each stint of pressure against the nerves. Sam knelt on the bed next to him, taking a shot from Matty's head so that his face was visible but the focus was his ass, lifted in the air by his heels, careful not to distract him as he did so.

The friction between his cock and the ruffled duvet combined with the feeling of his cool fingers on his prostate had Matty whimpering, writhing against the bed, absolutely aching for Sam's touch, but not quite desperate enough to plead with the older man: not that Matty thought he'd need much persuasion, though Matty wasn't thinking much at all right now.

It seemed, though, that Sam knew Matty would need him touching him soon, as he shifted position so that he was on his knees behind the short man, and pushed his hand against Matty's lower back, the feeling of skin-on-skin contact bringing shiver down Matty's back as Sam ran his fingers up and down Matty's spine, quietly taking photos of his hand against Matty's smooth back, of Matty's picturesque facial expression, of the was Matty's hair danced across his neck and the light duvet.

Sam ran his hand around Matty's body to grip his hip, squeezing and rubbing his thumb over it as Matty scrunched the duvet cover in one hand, reaching the other up to Sam, turning his head to watch as he made grabby hands at the older man. He was looking up through his eyelashes directly into Sam's gaze, not looking at the camera as Sam captured his expression before standing up, trailing his hand off Matty's body to place the camera on the dresser facing the foot of the bed.

He stood at the edge of the bed and tugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor as he stepped up to kneel behind Matty on the bed. Sam placed his hands firmly on Matty's chest, pulling him up so that Matty was flush against Sam's chest and could feel the smattering of chest hair against his back.

Matty let his head fall backwards onto the top of Sam's shoulder as he was dragged up, continuing to wiggle his fingers inside him and allowing the other arm to go limp as Sam brushed his hand out of the way to wrap his hand around Matty's dick. The little angel gasped and moaned as Sam's fingers gripped him, moving his hips gently as Sam ran his thumb over his slit, having squeezed more lube onto his hand before lifting Matty against him.

Sam tilted his head to kiss Matty's throat, biting gently at his supple skin, trailing his lips and teeth up to Matty's jaw, near his ear, to suck a love bit into his pale skin. Matty clenched his teeth and swallowed against the sensation, almost unable to cope with how much physical affection was being given to him with the camera clicking in the background every few seconds. He let out a sigh as Sam tugged at his earlobe with his teeth, rocking his hips into Sam's hand and then back onto his own fingers.

He jolted slightly when he felt Sam grip his wrist, pulling his fingers out of his ass only for Sam to tear himself away from Matty's neck and gently push him back to the bed. Matty landed on all fours by instinct, keeping himself propped up. He looked over at the camera, hearing it click as Sam shuffled backwards slightly on the bed and sat back on his heels, leaning forward to kiss the soft flesh of Matty's ass.

Matty sighed softly at the affectionate gesture, pushing his hips back towards Sam a bit, wiggling them slightly.

"I know, love - be patient."

Matty was getting frustrated at the lack of stimulation now that he no longer had Sam's hand jacking him off, and was only too glad when Sam placed his large hands on his ass cheeks, spreading him apart so that he could lick at his sensitive skin. He let out a long, dragged-out moan from his chest as Sam slipped two fingers into him, rubbing straight against his prostate, knowing exactly where to push.

Sam's tongue was still lapping at the tender flesh around his ass, sucking gently at his skin. He slipped his tongue inside Matty along with his fingers, the warmth and wetness of his tongue causing Matty to gasp, rocking back against Sam, who responded by wrapping his fingers around Matty's aching dick once more.

He tugged his fingers out of Matty's ass, using that hand to keep the boy still as he jacked him off, licking at Matty's hole as he did so, enjoying the outrageous moans falling from his plush lips.

"Sam, I-" Matty let his head fall, his eyes closing as he whimpered from the stimulation. "Fuck-"

Sam tore himself away from him for a moment to reply breathlessly. "Cum whenever you need to, love."

"Shit - thank you, fuck, Sam, you're -shit," Matty groaned, rocking back against Sam's mouth as he buried his face in Matty's ass once more, licking and nibbling at his flesh.

Matty had been holding off for so long now that it almost stung trying to keep himself from cumming; his eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to stop himself, wanting to continue bathing in the undying attention that Sam was giving him as he moved his hand from Matty's hip to roam over his entire body, his fingertips lightly brushing over his tattoos and stroking over his ribs.

"C'mon, doll," Sam murmured against Matty's keen flesh, the warm breath sending a fresh wave of stimulation over Matty's body and he groaned, arching his back. Sam took the hint, removing his hand from Matty's ribs to wiggle two fingers back into his ass, pushing against Matty's prostate and watching as he shuddered, whining loudly, pornographically.

The camera was still clicking away as Sam felt Matty shudder once more. "Up, love."

Breathing heavily, Matty pushed himself up, Sam's fingers still in his ass, the others still tugging at his dick. He let himself fall back against Sam once more, accepting the kisses and bites on his throat and collarbone as he pushed his hips up and down, fucking himself on Sam's long fingers, successfully forcing them against his prostate.

The clicking of the camera was unhalting as Matty's hips jolted while he spilled over Sam's hand and onto the duvet, the pale liquid contrasting the pink covers, his breathes stumbling as he tensed and relaxed repeatedly against Sam's chest. The sensation of Sam's fingers still moving inside him quickly became sore as he finished, letting out a sigh as Sam pulled his fingers from him, releasing his grip on Matty's dick.

He wiped his hands on the duvet - it needed washing now anyway - and went back to pick up the camera, walking back over to the bed to take photos of the aftermath: Matty lying, exhausted and beautiful, across the crumpled duvet, the pink of the covers matching the flush across his face and chest.

Matty smiled tiredly at the camera, reaching out to Sam, making grabby hands and pouting slightly. "C'mere, Sammy."

Sam smirked at the drained boy, putting the camera carefully down next to the bed in a place where neither of them would step on it before lying down next to Matty, thankful that Matty hadn't realised he was literally lying in his own cum, stopping Sam from lying on it.

The weak man swung a leg half-heartedly over him, wrapping his arms around Sam's broad chest and cuddling up to him. Sam beamed at him, kissing the top of Matty's forehead, the sweaty curls tickling his cheek.

"You looked stunning, love." Sam pressed his palms against Matty's back, keeping him close. "We can look through them in a bit, if you want."

"Tomorrow," Matty muttered, barely conscious enough now to form a proper reply. "'m tired now, Sammy."

"Mkay, love. You wanna sleep?"

Matty nodded halfheartedly into Sam's chest, snuggling down against him.

"Alright, Matty. Night, love." Sam was aware it was only five in the evening, but he didn't think anything would get Matty moving now.

"G'night."