boo. another thought. i’m hungry,
there’s something so consoling about watching your partner eat. you’re on the couch, it’s late at night. König has an arm draped around your shoulders, his thumb idly rubbing against your shirt, tracing uncommitted patterns. the sounds of the living room TV fill the atmosphere with a comfortable white noise, König clears his throat before taking a bite. usually, eating sounds would have you running up the wall, but there truly was something oddly pleasant about hearing him chew, knowing that after a really long day, he was filling his belly with a warm meal. somehow, it took some worrying off your loud mind, for once it grew quiet. you let the rhythm of his heartbeat invade your ears, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulled you into a sense of security. occasionally he’d grunt in appreciation after taking a bite of his food, or hum in approval after taking another; you adored the small happy sounds he’d make. glancing up, you watch his Adam’s apple bob slowly as he swallows, his eyes glued to the raunchy show he was currently fixated on, clueless to the comfort he brought you.
You really loved your König.
