König had been gone for weeks on a mission, so he was touch starved. badly. He got home and immediately had his hands all over you, rubbing his body against yours.

“I missed you mein hase.” He whispered, pulling his sniper hood off as he kissed your smooth skin.

“So much…” he groaned, nuzzling his face into your neck, his hands trailing over your frame. “Mein Gott..” He breathed in your scent, your pheromones driving him crazy.