König was staring at his hand, completely out of it as the memory of last night flashes through his mind.

“König, are you okay? Are you even listening?” You ask lowly, leaning towards him, trying to figure out why he’s not listening through the debriefing.

He leans his head back against the wall, remembering how it felt to have his fingers tangled in your hair as you took him in your mouth. His hand falls to his belt loop as his eyes roll back slightly at the memory, “Oh yeah I’m good.”