You decided to go drinking with the Colonel.

When you got back, you were sober but König was black out drunk. You sat on the couch and put the tv on while ignoring the whining man in your ear. Suddenly he comes down on his knees and buried his head in your thighs.

“heiß..” He murmurs with his hands snaking around your waist and resting on your ass. Yet he didnt make any moves; maybe he just wanted to lay there.