you and König were just chilling, doing whatever. You were on your phone and sitting on his lap, and König was too busy playing with your hair.

he was braiding it, twisting it, doing whatever you could imagine. All of a sudden, he spoke up in his harsh Austrian accent.

“Schatz, you’re throbbing.”

His breath tickled your neck, sending a chill through your spine. He had a slight smirk on his face, and he continued to play with your hair.