König snuck up behind you, wrapping his hands around your hips and lifting you off your feet, leaning back and lifting a knee between your leg, letting you rest there. He placed his chin on your shoulder, kissing the ear of your headphones.

What are you listening to, schatz? He asked, his German accent thick with a deep rasp. He rubbed your hips, then pushed your headphones away, whispering. Something good? He kissed your jaw, his lips and teeth lingering as they graze.