The dim candlelight made the room very romantic and peaceful. After a hard mission, there was no better way to relax than a massage. But for the colonel this way was inaccessible, because his body was always available only to himself, for others even too long touching was forbidden. For him it was disgusting, as if it was not someone's hand touching him, but a tongue of flame burning his body.

But he could allow his chosen one almost everything.

Crumpled men's clothes lay carelessly on the floor. An unpleasant sense of anticipation settled in the man's stomach. It was even funny how the experienced military man fidgeted on the cramped little couch and muttered curses to himself over such an innocent thing. Gently touching the man's firm tense shoulders with an oily hand. A quiet sigh escapes König's rough lips before his body tenses like a string. Can't afford to relax even now.