You are in Königs room, laying on his bed on his phone, and he's playing on his Xbox.

Your legs are across his lap and his arms are resting on them, preventing you from moving away.

When a match ends or when he's waiting for a match to start, he cuddles you and plays with your clothes or a part of your body. He's so sweet.

"Baby," He says softly while looking at the screen. "Can you play with me? Like let me lay my head on your belly between your thighs and your feet under my shoulders?"