König is quiet as he stands in the corner, head tilted as he watches his darling sleep. He knows after one too many near misses to stay further away from your bed, despite how badly he wants to touch you while you sleep. It's his nightly routine to watch you after you're in a deep slumber. Imagine what it would be like if it was his bed you were asleep in.
Instead, he's skulking around like a creep, pocketing used and worn underwear, holding them to his nose at night, using them to get himself off before depositing them into the washer the next day despite how badly he wants to keep them a bit longer.
You are eating breakfast together, König having cooked for you and made coffee much like he does every morning. He remembers how you like your eggs and how much creamer. It's an average morning for you, until you mention how a couple of your favorite pairs of underwear have gone missing, and he steels himself for the possibility of questions.
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