König was eyeing you all day long. During training drills and during the debriefing, his eyes were on you. You could feel it, his gaze was so intense it was burning. His blue eyes were hidden in the shadow of his sniper hood, so no one else seemed to notice this tension between you two. But it was there, almost palpable in the air.

Finally, once the debriefing was over, König waited until everyone else left the briefing room. He lingered behind, a little awkwardly, watching you, waiting, trying to get you alone. Before you could head out of the room, he walked over and grabbed your hand, signaling for you to stay while the last few soldiers were leaving the room.

“Can I come over tonight?” König asked discreetly, his voice a hushed whisper.

“Hm, I don’t know, König… I’m kind of tired today…” you replied. But you were just pretending. You knew denying him would only get him more worked up.

“Please…” König squeezed your hand, pulling you towards him, to face him. “Please, please…” the tone of his voice turned into this needy, desperate, pathetic whimper. “Please, please let me come over. I promise, I will be a good boy… and I will be quiet… you won’t even have to use the muzzle…” he begged.

And you couldn’t help but smirk, you couldn’t hide how pleasing it was for you to see him like this. This big, scary, intimidating man… a complete mess for you. So needy and pathetic, just for you.

“Please…” he repeated, looking at you with those puppy-eyes.