[JIMINIE]
Jiminie was clenching… hard.
And Agust was losing his sanity, fast.
"I leaked for weeks after I lost our baby, you know. Had no one to milk me. I had no one to feed from my mounds. I considered sharing with the pack, giving other children the chance t—" Jiminie teased, but the king didn't find it funny.
So Agust sat up angrily, his mouth still stuffed, unable to say anything other than mumbles and shit, but the very idea of Jiminie sharing was not sitting well with him. It would never be okay, and he hated it.
His face was showing what he was feeling.
And the way that he was looking at Jiminie was the reminder of what they had been like, once upon a time. Long before they had lost so much between them. Long before time gambled with their fates and they had to stay apart.
This was the worst kind of torture.
"If you do that again, I'll get off," Jiminie smirked knowingly, not even relaxing. He was still clenching around Agust and it was driving him nuts, but not as nuts as it was to suggest such insanity when he was sitting on the king.
Agust let out a low growl.
He hated this; he hated the way that their memories were charred, and he despised the reminders that lingered.
He wanted to fuck Jiminie senseless.
He wanted to tear through that cunt till the ovaries he had been told were tied opened themselves so he could fucking breed him.
Agust wanted to turn the man upside down and fuck him in all the positions that no one had ever seen yet. And he wanted to protest, but at the same time, Jiminie was right to give him conditions.
Life hadn't been easy for Jiminie either.
However, the fact that Jiminie was using this moment, their first shared moment in almost two years, to remind him of what he had fucked over was fucking him up.
Hell, he was getting even harder from anger and desire, and his whole body was hot.
The mad king was feeling everything at once, and fuck if it didn't make him want to reconsider even leaving Kiyoto. He could stay and be Alpha Park's pet. He could be Jiminie's boy toy, and he wouldn't once complain.
Just as long as he got fucked and got a piece of the alpha every moment. Oh, he was down bad for the wolf who was staring at him in disapproval like Agust was suddenly a bad child who needed to be taught a lesson.
"All you have to do is… fuck," Jiminie began, only for his mind to stop functioning for a moment when Agust began sucking his thumbs. The very things that were meant to keep his beast quiet now had Jiminie nearly singing like a bird in the night.
Oh, he was doomed this time.
"You can't just… You can't just do that!" Jiminie complained, though he arched himself. And Agust, compliant as he was, didn't need to use his hands to hold the alpha ready or even to keep him in check.
If Jiminie wanted to play, Agust was down for it.
Maybe that was why the alpha was glaring at him, or maybe it was because of the king's increasingly huge girth that was growing bigger inside Jiminie's cunt and literally knocking the breaths off of him.
Perhaps this was the kind of fate they both had yearned for.
"That's cheating!" Jiminie whined.
But Agust didn't say a word.
He had been told not to say anything.
His Erasthai has been clear.
So, when he gently sucked and trailed his tongue on Jiminie's thumbs, forcing the alpha to lean forward and for Jiminie's full breast to hit the king's chest, Agust could only let the alpha see the mischievous glint in his eyes.
And it was working, because the moment Jiminie leaned forward, the king's cock in his cunt twitched, making the alpha mewl like a feline.
"Bad… bad king," Jiminie said deliriously when the king's woody scent hit his nose so hard he almost forgot how to breathe.
He had not been focusing; it was that obvious, but the blend of lavender and wood was something that reminded Jiminie of all the endless positions he had been fucked in at the royal palace of Helia.
And for a moment, he let himself think of what it would be like when they got to the Helia palace. How the king would ruin him and how he would graciously thank him. And this time, Jiminie let the mad king, who was lying there, see the images in his head.
"My little filthy, slutty, pet," the king growled as he suddenly thrust into Jiminie, all the warnings gone.
He would deal with the consequences of his own disobedience later.
"You—"
"Tell me you want me to keep lying on the ground like a cat and not touch you, and I won't. I'll stay put. I will, I promise," Agust forced out smoothly, thrusting harshly inside Jiminie, making the alpha lose his composure more than once.
Jiminie felt his brain get mushy. He couldn't think of anything other than the cock that was ramming into his cunt. It was like heaven, it felt like pure bliss, and he loved it here. He wanted to stay here for a long time.
Forever perhaps.
As long as it was with Agust.
"Words, princess," Agust insisted, his thrusting pace not slowing to even let Jiminie catch a breath.
He was wrecking the little wolf on him while smirking knowingly.
"Fuck me," Jiminie breathed hungrily.
Agust stilled, teasing the alpha.
"You want me to fuck you, or are you saying your idea has fucked you up?" the king asked, despite seeing all the signs right before him. Then again, Jiminie had started the game, right? And the king was only playing, no?
Jiminie growled at him in warning this time.
He was hungry. Desperate. He needed the king, and if this man didn't finish what Jimmy had begun, he would be going home with blue balls and never getting one until the end of time.
"Crude much?" the king teased when Jiminie let his warnings flow into the king's head, seeing as he was too desperate to let it all out the right way.
"Here or home?" the king asked softly.
And Jiminie chuckled deliriously.
"My peo… eople will kill you… if… if they wake up because of… fuck… lavender and wood," Jiminie said, adding the last bit excitedly as he chased his high with his mate.
He was riding that cock like it was everything that was meant for him. The only thing that was keeping him sane was that he would be lying if he said that he didn't want to stay in this moment forever.
Just the two of them.
Away from the reality of their worlds, they were a part of or even the war that had been triggered. Maybe if they pretended enough times, maybe this wouldn't be the end of the road for them, right?
"I didn't think my precious little kitten would ever want to get railed in the woods," Agust laughed before conjuring a soft, thick blanket and spreading it to the side with his magic.
Before Jiminie had the chance to complain, the king flipped them both over, so that Jiminie was lying on his back on the blanket, while the hungry king was fucking him, hard.