'(Y/N) , please?' Matthias cooed gently in (Y/N)'s ear.
For what seemed like the millionth time Matthias tightly gripped you around the waist in a desperate attempt to get what he so desperately yearned. A kiss. No more, no less. In all honesty you wouldn't really mind giving the persistent Dane a quick peck on the cheek, or a full on kiss or just taking him straight upstairs for that matter... Regardless you would not give in that easily even if it meant having the self-proclaimed king of Northern Europe clinging around her middle.
'You're so mean,' Matthias pouted and released his grip around your waist. 'I give up.'
He raised both hands in the air however his face still had a mischievous smirk painted on it.
You turned around in a winning stance: 'I knew you'd ...' taking his opportunity Matthias tackled you to the ground and gently pushed his lips against yours before pulling away with a confident grin.
'You should know I don't give in.' Matthias laughed before dipping his head down to kiss you again with more strength, this time you kissed back with force.
Matthias gently sucked on your bottom lip asking for entry however you promptly denied his request, much to his disappointment. Instead of giving up he gave your rear a sharp squeeze, forcing a startled squeak from your mouth – just the thing he needed. Matthias returned to the kiss but this time your tongues fought for dominance until you both pulled away for air.
'How delightful.' Lukas deadpanned as he stood over the two of you rolling around on the wooden floor. In an embarrassed movement you sharply sat up and tried to cover your ever reddening face whilst Matthias simply stood up, his hand out stretched to you :
'Why don't we just continue upstairs?'
You couldn't do anything but agree.