[JIMINIE]
"I could kill you," Jiminie cried as he kept hitting Agust in the chest.
His hits were not as strong as his lunch had been, but they were enough to show the king that he had messed Jiminie's heart big time. This was not the man he had met years ago, but time and tide always change much for them.
This right here was the reminder of all that they had had to deal with.
"I'd let you... Just say the word," Agust said earnestly as he hugged Jiminie tightly.
"I could burn Helia down to make you feel my pain," Jiminie sniffles angrily.
"And I'd give you the lighter and gasoline. Anything for you, my precious little kitten," Agust said as he kissed Jiminie's ruffled hair softly, like he was scared of losing the stubborn alpha.
"You say that like I wouldn't burn you in the process, too," Jiminie scowled as he tilted his head to look at the king, who was staring down at him, dedicatedly like Jiminie was the only person worth anything in his life at the moment.
"I would willingly burn for you, my little petal," Agust said sincerely, and Jiminie's heart skipped a bear making Agust stare at him amusedly.
"Your scent got sweeter at that, kitten," Agust pointed out, and before he could say anything more, Jiminie freed himself for the king's hug, and they grabbed him by the neck and pulled his head down for another kiss.
This one was different from the initial kiss. It was slow, torturous, and the king whined a little too many times for more.
But Jiminie...
He was teasing the most dangerous man in the realm like it was nothing.
"You're mine," Jiminie growled possessively.
And Ming Xiao Zhu…
He let Jiminie take what he wanted.
He belonged to Jiminie, and it wasn't even a truth that anyone could deny.
Even Jung Hyuk, in his dangerous obsession with the king, knew that the man belonged to another. A wolf who was stronger than most and who was easily the most powerful hybrid the realms had ever gotten to see.
"I hate you," Jiminie added angrily as he stripped the king bare, ignoring the deep chuckle that emanated from the mad king's chest.
To Jiminie, it was infuriating.
So infuriating.
But perhaps his rage also had something to do with the way Agust wasn't resisting him.
Wasn't even trying to slow him down or tell him to stop.
The King was offering himself on a platter to the one man who could kill him…
And get away with it.
"That's a privilege I am proud of owning," Agust said sheepishly, his chuckles not stopping anytime soon, even as his back hit the ground harshly enough to tear skin. He didn't care that the grass and weeds were pinching him unpleasantly.
If this was what Jiminie needed…
If this was how Jiminie wanted him, then the king would offer himself however Jiminie wanted him.
"You're intolerable, Xiao Xiao," Jiminie grumbled angrily, and Agust felt his world brighten again.
Xiao Xiao.
Not Agust.
Not the king.
Just Xiao Xiao.
If this were how Agust would die, he would die a very happy man. His pretty little wolf, his insecure Jiminie, who had to deal with shit Agust had thrust his way… still loved him.
"You mine. Just Mine. Always mine. If anyone tries to take you from me, I'll burn them alive," Jiminie whined when he finally got to see the king bare.
Saw him with nothing hiding anything on this proud, barbaric monster who was surrendering to Jiminie like it was so easy.
The man who never got bested and submissive had submitted to the little wolf who reeked of lavender and the kind of peace that Agust could only ever dream of. But it wasn't a dream this time, was it?
Well, if it was, then it was by far the best dream King King Xiao Zhu had ever had in a long while.
"Then remind me, baby. Remind me, and make sure anyone who looks at me knows that I only belong to Alpha Park of Kiyoto. That I am the glorious property of my beautiful Jiminie.
"I can only ever be yours, after all," the king teased possessively.
Jiminie shoved a thumb in his mouth to silence him.
He was rough and expected a complaint, but the love-struck bastard on the ground was looking at him like Jiminie was his heaven. Perhaps he was. And Jiminie took that chance to remind him who he belonged to.
'You talk too much," Jiminie growled before pulling himself down, settling roughly on Agust's long shaft, letting his cunt swallow the king's dick like it belonged home.
It was a stretch.
A little uncomfortable stretch.
Perhaps because since Helia, Jiminie hadn't gotten ducked by anyone. Not even in a brothel. His cunt had only ever been fucked by the mad king beneath him. Had only ever been shaped to match the outline of Agust's dick.
And right now, that stretch, however uncomfortable, felt delicious as hell.
This was his heaven, too, and he wasn't complaining.
Fuck he wouldn't even complain.
This was his home.
This deranged idiot in the rocks was his, just like he belonged to the maniac.
"Holy fuck, Jim… fuck! Shit shit shit," Agust let out as Jiminie stared at him unamusedly, like this was not what he had signed up for when he sat his very tight cunt on Agust's shaft.
The alpha was almost alright, and he would have done that to his full potential if he wasn't stuffed and all the air knocked out of his lungs by his naive bravery. Fuck, Agust was big, what the hell?
Had he always been that big?
Oh, but it had been years since he had been fucked by this lycan, and honestly, he had missed him.
Missed the way Xiao Xiao treated him in bed.
Missed the way that the man was an animal with no regard for heaven or hell.
Agust always took what he wanted, and this time, it was Jiminie who was determined to take what he wanted. And yet, like the first time he had tried to finger himself before the king, he still felt too full and stuffed to continue.
Not that he would admit it openly.
But the king had always seen through Jiminie like an open book for him to read.
Yet this time, even Agust the mighty, sadistic barbarian didn't have much to say.
The sensation where their bodies met was electric. It felt unreal and reminded him of what he hadn't felt in so long. It had been his fault that shit went so wrong, and even those that weren't his fault…
Agust was not opposed to agreeing to.
He would take responsibility for the dark skies and sheltered moons if that was what it took for him to always have Jiminie. He loved this wolf in ways that screamed insanity for him, and fuck if he left him for anyone to take or mess with.
"If you move your hips, I stop. If you try to thrust into me, I get off. If you won't shut the fuck up, I'll walk home naked and find someone who can fuck me. I know my beta would fuck me without hoping for any strings.
"Those are the rules... Nod if you understand," Jiminie said cruelly.