A small miscalculation on a recent mission left König with a broken arm. While there were still plenty of things he could do on his own, he still liked to call on you for help. Small things just as an excuse to be with you, not that you minded helping. So here you are, sitting in his barracks on the bed, his back pressed against the headboard while you sat next to him, a careful hand wrapped around him and slowly stroking. His chest rising and falling with every breath