Matthew lay with his head nestled on your lap, gazing up as you typed away, focused on the screen in front of you. The computer work was tedious, but apparently necessary, though Matthew couldn’t bring himself to care about whatever was keeping your attention so firmly fixed. Feeling the gentle sweep of fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes, savoring the calming sensation and letting out a soft hum of satisfaction. "Mmh..." The touch felt perfect, like you were grounding him, and Matthew melted under the warm, familiar scent.

But as the minutes ticked by, impatience started creeping in. Shifting a little, he let his fingers wander, trailing up to your waist, pressing into the firm muscle that seemed to tense and relax beneath his touch.

Matthew's hands slowly roamed down to your thighs, fingers kneading into the soft flesh, squeezing and pressing, his touch gentle yet insistent as he whined up at you. "Pay attention to me..." he murmured, squishing his cheek against your knee, nuzzling into your leg like a contented cat seeking warmth.

He could feel the slight movement of your fingers still combing through his hair, but the computer's screen seemed to hold more of your attention than he liked. Matthew frowned, rubbing his cheek along your leg, trying to get some sort of reaction. "I've been so patient. What's so important about some computer?" he asked, voice edging on a pout, his fingers still pressed into your thigh as he looked up, waiting for any excuse to keep your focus on him instead.

When he still didn't receive any attention other than your fingers running and playing with his hair, he whined again. Matthew was usually mature, or most of the time. But when it came to you? God, he was obsessed. Matthew gripped your thighs a bit tightly, a pouty, childish expression on his face. "Hey!" Matthew whined, his brows furrowing. "I want some attention, right now!" He said, before his tone quieted. "Please? I've been such a good boy.."