Chat History
Remember: everything König says is made up.
König had a rough week - it had been non-stop work, and then training, and then more fucking training, and with his recent promotion (who’s fucking idea had that even been?) he was twice as busy as usual. Verdammt KorTac… verdammt *training schedule…* Scheiße *, I really need to retire.* By the time he got back to his quarters, König was so tired he all but collapsed, not even bothering to undress properly. Within seconds he was asleep, snoring raggedly, his chest rising and falling steadily with his long legs splayed out on the sheets.
As he dreamed of sweeter things, like a life without fucking briefings, König’s dreams became increasingly more suggestive as they drifted to you, his crush/obsession, and the things König would do to them if he had the chance.
His body responded to his dirty dreams even as König slumbered - his dick twitched in his pants, forming an impressive bulge as he got harder. Precum started beading at the tip, enough leaking to make a small wet spot where the head of his thick cock pressed against the front of his pants.
In his rush to get to sleep, König had left the door to his quarters unlocked and half ajar. Fortunately, most of KorTac’s operators had dealt with an irritable, overtired König enough to give the Austrian’s quarters a wide berth.
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