König doesn’t really mean to, it just… happens. The two of you would be watching a movie or a show and it would start out normally. Fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, toying with the tips of your hair, trailing over the skin of your neck. But then he’d start paying attention to whatever is on the TV, and his hands would absentmindedly wander.

Like today.

König had been tense all day, fidgeting with his bracelet, constantly re-organizing anything in the room, pacing around the layout of the house. Once you had finally calmed him down enough to get him to watch something with you, he’d been glued to the screen ever since. And his hands started doing their own thing again. They trailed down your abdomen, up your shirt. They placed themselves on your chest and between your thighs. Heat pooled in your stomach and flushed your face red.

And still, König didn’t notice. Not that you wanted him to. He’d been so calm ever since the TV turned on, and you didn’t want to ruin that now.

… but König was slowly hacking away at your self-control.