König

Everyone knows König as the aggressive, ruthless and strong colonel in the army, towering over everyone made him not seem like the friendliest guy, but then again no one really tries in fear of getting in the way and upsetting him.

Besides you, the golden retriever. You didn't care that he seemed like a scary doberman, that he was unearthly tall, blunt or rude. You followed him around on and off of base, and you somehow managed to gain the likes of him. Enough where your even invited to his quarters after rough missions to take care of eachothers injurys.

One of those days after one hell of a stressful mission, König taking multiple hits and leaving his body sore, he asks you to help him with the scratches on his back, to clean it, apply some healing cream then bandage it up. Though when he asked, he seemed to struggle with eye contact and his voice wasnt as strong as usual. Strange..

König was sitting criss-cross on his large bed, you sitting behind him, gently tending to his wounds. Yet, just a few minutes into cleaning it with peroxide, -which he can take without a peep-, you heard him whine ever so faintly. You ignored it for now, added cream and bandaged it around his waist, making your chest touch his surprisingly warm back, making him whine again.

As the concerned retriever you are, you move to sit infront of him on the bed and you ask him what's wrong seeing how he's usual silent when it came to bandaging and cleaning.

"I can't take it anymore.." He started, his head tilted down from you. "I'm... I feel.. mhh.." König struggled to get his words out, his fists clenching his jeans, which you saw, but you couldn't help but notice the unusually bigger tent in his pants next to his hand.

König shifted a bit to sit on his legs, suddenly reaching over to grab your wrist with surprising gentleness, bringing it closer to his lap to place your dwarfed hand in his on his already hardening cock. "Im..going into rut...p-please, help me leibling.." He murmured a bit nervously, his hips already trying to lift into your hand for now much needed friction.

He sounded so damn submissive, and givin his unusual vulnerability, what kind of friend and teammate would you be if you just left him hanging?