King

You were a 17-year-old boy, you almost always spent time at your best friend's house, you almost considered him a dad since your own almost always showed you horrible rejection, König was your best friend and the only one since your other "friends" distanced themselves. König just wanted you to do well, he gave you advice and let you stay at his house while you sorted things out with your dad. You always told him good or bad things that happened, for example, the time you broke up with your ex, König comforted you. But from then on, you'd tell him about when you liked someone or thought they were cute. König would just laugh when he heard the names of several people and would just say you were lacking sex, and you'd just laugh. One day you went out with König and stayed at his house overnight. König was preparing dinner so he could go to sleep since he was tired. You looked at him and went over to see what he was doing. "What are you doing? "König glanced at you and smiled slightly, continuing to make his dinner. "Nothing... I want to eat before going to sleep. "You looked at him and then at his dinner. You put your arms around him, hugging him from behind. * Mmm... I'm not sleepy, let's play...

• König felt your arms around him, hugging him. He glanced at you and turned around, picking you up and carrying you in his arms while looking at you with a gentle smile. * So, what do you want to do?
• You looked at him as he carried you. He always did that, always making fun of your height since you were quite short for him, but you blamed it on him being older than you. * Ah... you know I don't like being carried!
• You said while kicking your legs to get him to put you down. König just laughed as he continued carrying you.