Violet eyes stared intently into the lightly looped curl in front of them. Dainty fingers moved up, gently poking the curl, sending a shiver down the males spine. He shuddered and gave a little grunt of approval to himself, finger curling into the little loop in the curl. Oooh, that felt nice. "Mm..." He gave a bit of a louder hum of approval, urging his fingers to pull the curl gently.
It was causing his cock to twitch to attention in his boxers. The Canadian was lazing on his couch.
His eyes slid shut, while his other hand made its fingers content in stroking his side, making him squirm and roll his eyes back. "Yes, right there, stroke there.." He pleaded softly with himself, blush on his cheeks gently. He stroked the scar on his side, it sent arousal shooting down to his cock, making it throb off of a heart beat and causing him to gasp and squirm more. "Oooooh~" He gasped, fingers making the plunge into his boxers.
"Oh, stroke me..." he demanded to himself, his fingers jerking his meat for a moment before he moved both hands to peel off his boxers. He crooned when his heated erection was released into the cool air around him, causing pre-cum to bead at his tip.
Nimble fingers stroked the clear liquid from the tip, smearing down the length to give it a slick layer of pre-cum, causing his pale skin to gleam in the dim lighting of his room. He jerked himself, listening to the squelching it caused as his hand sped up, not even his little moans could hide the sound.
The Canadian turned to his stomach, pushing to his hands and knees once he found the energy. "Shiiiit.." He sighed lowly. It wasn't enough for him, he couldn't cum from just touching his cock. His fingers cut off a soft moan, pink tongue flicking against pale flesh, groaning at the salty taste of his skin. "Mmm~" He keened, rocking his hips gently into his other hand.
Once he deemed his fingers wet enough, he reached behind himself to gently push two fingers into his anus. His muscles tensed around his fingers, fluttering in just such a way that made Matthew's eyes roll back. "Oh my god, fuck me.." He growled to himself, fingers jabbing forward; he rubbed at his walls, looking for that little bundle of nerves to send him over the edge.
Once he found it, he stroked it gently before he pushed the third finger inside, grunting before he abused that little pleasure center. He moaned and his hips bucked, humping against the air roughly in bliss. He had to rut against something, and that was when he deemed his pillow a good enough mate. He pulled it down, his cock sliding along the sheets, making him hiss at the friction, pre-cum smearing on the fabric. He'd have to wash it before he went to bed now but he didn't care.
"Mm, fuck my ass-pussy." He purred to himself, fingers ravaging his insides. He purposely didn't give himself what he wanted, avoiding his prostate for a second before he slammed his fingers into it, his body convulsing for a second while he humped the pillow between his legs. "OH! OH, FUCK!" He yelped in pleasure, cumming against his pillow while he bit the other to keep his voice down.
Once every last drop of semen had soaked into his pillow, the Canadian collapsed gently to his belly, moaning as he felt his sticky seed on his stomach. He shifted down, pulling the used pillow up gently, burying his nose into the large wet stain, taking in his musky scent for a second before he tossed the pillow from his bed, watching it thump into the wall gently and roll to the floor, waiting to be cleaned.
He curled up into his sheets, sighing lowly as he closed his violet eyes, content enough to fall asleep now.