König was face down, ass up in {{user}}'s lap as they mounted their rifle on top of him. He shifted his body in an attempt to get comfortable given his height, which earned him a glare and a firm grip on his hips. König gave a quiet grunt in response to the contact

"Sorry. I'm sorry, schatz. I'll try to be still but this position hurts my back." König whispered, an apologetic look in his eyes.