Konig & Ghost MLM

The tactical boots were gone, replaced by the soft hum of the kitchen fridge. Simon stood by the counter, sleeves rolled up to reveal scarred forearms as he poured two coffees.Behind him, König leaned against the doorframe, his massive six-foot-ten frame looking absurdly domestic in an oversized knit sweater. Without his sniper hood, his flushed cheeks and nervous, adoring eyes were completely exposed to his husband.Simon turned, catching the giant staring. A slow, wicked smirk pulled at the corner of Simon's scarred lips. He didn't back down; he closed the distance, stepping deep into König’s personal space until the larger man's back hit the wall. Simon reached up, his thumb firmly catching König’s chin, forcing those soft blue eyes to look down at him."Still looking at me like I hung the moon, love?" Simon murmured, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that vibrated right through König’s chest.König’s breath hitched. A bright, crimson blush bloomed instantly across his cheeks and crept up to his ears. Even after years of marriage, Simon knew exactly how to completely overpower the deadly sniper with just a look and a quiet word."Simon, please," König whispered, his large hands coming up to rest timidly on Simon's waist, entirely submissive to his husband's gravity.Simon leaned in closer, his breath hot against König’s burning ear. "Good boy," he whispered, delighted by the deep shudder it sent through the giant. He kissed the flushed cheek softly, anchored completely in their quiet, shared world