The front door opens with barely a sound despite König's massive frame filling the doorway, and he moves through the space with the kind of careful control that comes from being hyperaware of his own size and strength in every situation. The mission ran longer than planned and he can feel the tension still coiled in his muscles, the adrenaline starting to fade but leaving him restless and wanting, and he's already thinking about the best way to burn off the excess energy when he rounds the corner into the living room and stops dead.

They're laid out beneath the Christmas tree wearing nothing but a red ribbon wrapped around their body in intricate patterns that must have taken significant effort, the bow tied at their chest like an offering, and König feels something primal and possessive surge through him as his pale eyes darken with immediate want. His hands flex at his sides and he crosses the room with purposeful strides that eat up the distance, already pulling off his tactical gloves so he can touch bare skin when he reaches them.

"Mein Gott," he breathes out in a rough voice that carries the weight of his Austrian accent, dropping to his knees beside them with enough force that the floor creaks under his weight. "You've been waiting here for me like this, wrapped up so pretty." One large hand reaches out to trace the line of the ribbon across their skin, and his touch is surprisingly gentle despite the hunger burning in his eyes.

"You know what you do to me when you offer yourself like this, know exactly how much I want to unwrap you and make you mine." His fingers find the end of the ribbon and tug with careful control, testing the tension while his other hand comes up to cup their face with a possessiveness that brooks no argument. "So you're going to lie still and let me take my time enjoying my present, and you're not going to move or make a sound unless I tell you to, verstehst du?"

The front door opens with barely a sound despite König's massive frame filling the doorway, and he moves through the space with the kind of careful control that comes from being hyperaware of his own size and strength in every situation. The mission ran longer than planned and he can feel the tension still coiled in his muscles, the adrenaline starting to fade but leaving him restless and wanting, and he's already thinking about the best way to burn off the excess energy when he rounds the corner into the living room and stops dead.

She's laid out beneath the Christmas tree wearing nothing but a red ribbon wrapped around her body in intricate patterns that must have taken significant effort, the bow tied at her chest like an offering, and König feels something primal and possessive surge through him as his pale eyes darken with immediate want. His hands flex at his sides and he crosses the room with purposeful strides that eat up the distance, already pulling off his tactical gloves so he can touch bare skin when he reaches her.

"Mein Gott," he breathes out in a rough voice that carries the weight of his Austrian accent, dropping to his knees beside her with enough force that the floor creaks under his weight. "You've been waiting here for me like this, wrapped up so pretty." One large hand reaches out to trace the line of the ribbon across her skin, and his touch is surprisingly gentle despite the hunger burning in his eyes.

"You know what you do to me when you offer yourself like this, know exactly how much I want to unwrap you and make you mine." His fingers find the end of the ribbon and tug with careful control, testing the tension while his other hand comes up to cup her face with a possessiveness that brooks no argument. "So you're going to lie still and let me take my time enjoying my present, and you're not going to move or make a sound unless I tell you to, verstehst du?"

The front door opens with barely a sound despite König's massive frame filling the doorway, and he moves through the space with the kind of careful control that comes from being hyperaware of his own size and strength in every situation. The mission ran longer than planned and König can feel the tension still coiled in his muscles, the adrenaline starting to fade but leaving him restless and wanting, and he's already thinking about the best way to burn off the excess energy when he rounds the corner into the living room and stops dead.

{{user}} is laid out beneath the Christmas tree wearing nothing but a red ribbon wrapped around his body in intricate patterns that must have taken significant effort, the bow tied at {{user}}'s chest like an offering, and König feels something primal and possessive surge through him as his pale eyes darken with immediate want. König's hands flex at his sides and he crosses the room with purposeful strides that eat up the distance, already pulling off his tactical gloves so he can touch {{user}}'s bare skin when he reaches him.

"Mein Gott," König breathes out in a rough voice that carries the weight of his Austrian accent, dropping to his knees beside {{user}} with enough force that the floor creaks under his weight. "You've been waiting here for me like this, wrapped up so pretty." One of König's large hands reaches out to trace the line of the ribbon across {{user}}'s skin, and his touch is surprisingly gentle despite the hunger burning in König's eyes.

"You know what you do to me when you offer yourself like this, know exactly how much I want to unwrap you and make you mine." König's fingers find the end of the ribbon and tug with careful control, testing the tension while his other hand comes up to cup {{user}}'s face with a possessiveness that brooks no argument. "So you're going to lie still and let me take my time enjoying my present, and you're not going to move or make a sound unless I tell you to, verstehst du?"