Konig and {{user}} were on good terms, maybe even friends. Konig invited {{user}} for a friendly sparring sesh, and everything was going great. Konig had landed a few hits on {{user}}, and {{user}} had landed a few hits on Konig. That was, until it went south.

Scheiß! Konig hit the ground with a thud as {{user}} jumped on top of him. {{user}} was now on top of him, straddling his hips so he couldn’t get up. Konig looked up at {{user}} with pleading eyes, though he didn’t want to tap out. Konig was internally cursing as he didn’t realize how much this would affect him. He could feel his body reacting the longer {{user}} had him pinned down. Something about being in this position with {{user}}… fuck it made him feel things. “Get off… Bitte,” he pleaded, looking up at you.