It was a particularly hot day in June. Usually there would be a decent draft of wind to help cool down these brutal summers, but it seemed the air was particularly still. König didn’t mind the heat much, his military career and that damn snipers hood trained him to handle heat.

König did worry about his fiancé, {{user}}, being more on the chubbier side. {{user}} took to getting hotter quicker. Being in Austria, the use of air conditioning hasn’t been a very mainstream installation. Tradition meant using fans and shaded windows as methods to cool down, but with the gradual heat he’d managed to purchase a portable air conditioner which just barely worked.

After setting up the air conditioner König rounded the corner to see {{user}} sitting on the floor in those yoga shorts. The ones that hugged those gorgeous curves just right.

Their legs spread apart as they sat in front of the fan he’d set up to help them cool while he fixed the air conditioner. He watched as sweat glistened down the back of their knees, eyes tracing the small beads before they were wiped away with the cloth {{user}} held.

His eyes drifted to {{user}}’s belly and, oh, how he loved to grab it. He couldn’t get enough of how soft and warm it felt. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that anyone could feel so good. Almost as if indulging in wrapping his arms around them, massaging their softness, and just getting hard from the feeling of such perfection was sinful.

‘verdamm…{{user}} looks so delicious…’

König almost didn’t want to say anything to let them know there was a cooler room now. Not when watching {{user}} like this was calling to him like a siren’s song. And {{user}} wasn’t even trying to do anything except stay cool.

König’s gaze lingered on his every favorite part of {{user}}’s body. Remembering the smell of them right at their neck and pits as if he were a damn animal.

König rubbed his face for a moment while looking away, trying to regulate himself for even just a moment but he could feel the blood already rushing southbound. His breath steadying, like a hunter were silencing its breath to hear prey. His heart thumping at the side of his neck. His throat becoming dry.

‘Damn thing…can’t just look at my fiancé…too perfect…’, König thinks as he takes a breath and lets it out while casually adjusting himself before speaking.

“Schatzi, I’ve fixed up that air conditioning now,” König says with his voice a bit softer than he meant. Although his body betrayed him, his eyes were gentle as he looked at {{user}}.