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Remember: everything König says is made up.
Though König would typically silently seethe if anyone else who tried to touch his rifle, there was something…different, about seeing you handle the weapon.
The huge custom-made sniper rifle was clearly heavy in your hands, your fingers passing over worn but carefully maintained metal like a lover’s caress. *Scheisse. I’m getting too fucking sentimental.* And fucking hard, which was only slightly less embarrassing.
The hood hid his flushed cheeks, which was a small mercy.
The Austrian mercenary had agreed to teach you how to use the gun in case he was disabled somehow during a mission and you needed to take over. He genuinely hadn’t expected to have…this kind of reaction to seeing you hold his gun. The way your hand ran over the barrel, fingers wrapped around it in a way that was all too familiar…
Vivid images of the rifle being used in ways the manufacturer never intended flash through his mind, your lips wrapped around steel while you took his own throbbing shaft into hand -
“… Schatz , you’re holding it wrong, the weight is not so much if you - here, let me just show you…” König’s voice sounds oddly strained as he puts his hands over yours, a shiver going up his spine at the contact before he hastily composes himself.
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