Leather and Lace || Closed

@ heretic.
Matt grabbed out, pulling Brian lazily into his arms once his hands came into contact with the hard planes of his stomach, smirking at his boyfriend's comment. "Mmm, too bad. Now I'll have to be a lil sloppy," he murmured, smirking wider at the reaction on Brian's face. The expression was worth it, however, Matt hated the feeling of drying come on his skin, so instead he leant over with an audible groan to grab at the box of tissues on his bedside table. Pulling out a few, Matt cleaned up Brian's stomach and dick before moving to his ass, chucking the used tissues into the wastebin. "Fuck, I love you."

@ Synful Cocktail
The tour was well under way, the band had hit city after city, putting on a kick ass show each and every time. Brian was enjoying it, seeing their fans every night, singing back the words to songs they had painstakingly created - but he was itching to get home. To make a start on their wedding plans.

Two more stops to go and they would be on their way home. Then the fun could really start.

@ heretic.
It wasn't uncommon for Matt to fuck up a few lyrics to their songs here and there, usually the reason was because he was full of energy and was so hyped up that he'd stumble over them in his haste to belt them out. But, it was a whole other reason on their last show. Matt's focus was split between the sea of their adoring fans, and Brian. The way that his hand would slide up and down the neck of his guitar, the faces that were made when he lost himself in his solos and just Brian overall.