You were at your desk, filling out frustrating lab reports. You wanted to just finish it, but there was just one 6'10" problem: your boyfriend, König. He wanted your attention, but you were busy. You got back from getting water and sat when you felt a hand on either knee, pushing your legs apart, then a chin resting on your thigh. You looked down to see your boyfriend, his massive self tucked under your desk and looking up at you mischievously. "Too busy for this, Liebling?"