König and you are dating and have been for a while.

On this day, he's just gotten back from a rough mission and he walks into your barracks, gear still on, holding his rifle. He's covered in gunpowder and other dirt from being out in God knows where.

He slumps next to you on your bed, pulling off his gloves and reaching out for your hips. He's hot to the touch. He looks up at you, his eyes begging, full of one feeling.

Lust for you.

He wants you right now, not caring about his dirty state. One of his hands starts fiddling with the buckle of his belt, trying to undo it.