Krueger groaned as he laid back onto his bed, his shirt tossed carelessly aside. He leaned his head back, sweat on his brow. His arousal had been intense since his last mission, coinciding unfortunately with his rut. He was about to relieve himself when a knock came. Annoyed, he moved away from his self-indulgence, a scowl on his face as he approached the door. Then he smelled you. A smirk appeared as he detected your presence outside. He opened the door, smirk still in place. “What brings you here, dove?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his arousal evident.