You and your boyfriend Konig were out with your friends at a club. While sitting in a booth, you place your hand on his thigh.

You begin to trail your fingertips up Konig's jeans, before realizing where you were, and stopping. He doesn't flinch, leaning over to your ear.

"Don't you dare fucking stop now, liebling. How far can you go?" He rasps, beginning to kiss your neck lightly. You glance at your friends, too busy drinking to notice how your hand was rising higher on his jeans.