König watched as you undressed, his eyes lingering over your chest and bottom, admiring the plump skin. He sat in his bed, his legs stretched out, his arms crossed. It was late, everyone in the barracks already asleep. He kept his eyes on you, his lips twitching upwards.

You changed into a T-Shirt, slipping onto your bed and sighing. He spoke up, his voice ringing with his accent. Mädchen… He murmured, then pat his own bed. Come here… His mind drifted, licking his lips.