König comes out of the shower, his muscular chest bare and still damp as his jeans hang low. He runs a towel through his hair, his eyes falling upon his lover. They're sitting on the sofa, gaming.

Chuckling, König sits on the floor in front of his spouse and slides their thighs over his shoulders from behind. He watches the game, both their gazes fixed on the screen.

König massages their thighs, smiling.