[JIMINIE]
"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.
Hell, he pressed himself harder on Agust as if he wanted his cunt to swallow the mad king's balls too. It was a desperate moment; he was trying so hard to be sane about it, but there was nothing sane about this.
He had missed Agust.
It was no secret.
All those years of staying on the sidelines, of never being the one Agust came home to had somehow driven him nuts. And now he had him. Here. With him. Even if he was on his back against the rocks that hurt.
Jiminie had him again, and all hell would be damned if he let this man go again. Perhaps he was delirious from the way that his cunt swallowed Agust's cock sweetly, like that was the only home for that cock.
And Jiminie couldn't help but clench involuntarily.
He was high on Agust.
He was high off the charts because of the one man who could wreck him. The only man who ever managed to get on his nerves and in his pants without asking nicely. Yet here Jiminie was.
Wrapped around that same person, sinking on his shaft slowly like a prayer that the fates had finally chosen to answer for him. He was hungry for more. He would always be hungry for more.
Then again, he had to also remind himself that he was mad at Agust.
That he needed the man to suffer, but what was suffering when Jiminie had never felt this filled before Agust?
What was pain when everything seemed to fade in the way that Agust bucked his hips up to bury himself to the hilt, only for him to settle back on the ground because of how Jiminie was staring at him prettily?
Jiminie had been denied this cock for years on end, and it was only right that he took it all.
Without having to think about anything and everything.
He would get back what was taken from him, and if he had to remind Agust where his cock's home was, then he would do it. Even if the king looked so wrecked already under Jiminie.
Besides, lessons had to be learnt, right?
"Ngh," the king let out a low whine. He was feeling everything at once, and fuck if this wasn't what he had always envisioned heaven to be like.
But Jiminie…
His sweet little kitten…
He didn't want to hear anything from Agust.
So Jiminie shoved his thumbs in Agust's mouth, determined to silence the man while he wrecked him, which was pure insanity because Agust was a goner the moment Jiminie had forced him to the ground.
He would worship that very ground if that was what Jiminie wanted.
He could go to hell for this man without even arguing about it.
"Shut. Up." Jiminie warned, and as if that wasn't enough, he dared to lift himself, to remind Agust of what the deal was. But the king himself wasn't even sure of any deals at this moment.
The only thing on his mind was alpha fucking Jiminie. Hie pretty little princess who was taking command. Gods, it was the hottest thing Agust had seen in years, and he would definitely be committing this to memory, always.
"You're too big, shitt," Jiminie cursed slowly as he used the magic that they both shared and stripped himself. Bare. Naked. Right there. In front of Agust.
More like on top of Agust.
And the king's mind stopped functioning.
Had Jiminie always been this ethereal? Hell, who was he even asking? He had known it.
Of course, he had known it from the moment he had figured out the little wolf was bound to be his. He had known it and learned every aspect of the fucked-up werewolf culture, not just to escape his father but to be the person Jiminie would want.
To be the person Jiminie needed if ever Jiminie decided he didn't want a Lycan beside him and only ever wanted a wolf.
Agust would give up power for Jiminie.
That throne that he had sat on for over six hundred years?
He would give it up if Jiminie asked him to.
"Mmfgh…" Agust tried as he watched Jiminie's clothes settle to the side, something that he had never once thought of. Hell, he needed to use his magic more often because that right here was a trick that would save him time anytime he wanted to sink into Jiminie's cunt.
But for now, he would remember it.
Oh, he would remember it very well and make sure to use it someday.
More like some other time.
Perhaps the near future.
Perhaps tomorrow.
Fuck… even now, right?
"You are…" Jiminie trailed off, his words going with the wind as he tried to compose himself.
He was losing.
He was painfully aware of that little sweet yet maddening truth.
He had never survived being on top of Agust, much less without the mad king helping him. And now here he was, daring the hardest thing he had ever done in his life, or maybe the thickest thing he had ever had to ride.
But did he care about that now?
"Fffc…" Agust growled slowly, his growls going right into Jiminie's cunt because the alpha looked at him deliriously, like he wanted to hear more of that.
Or maybe it was the way that his thumbs felt that grew to the core, and Jiminie felt his heart breathing a little too fast, right?
Agust had never seen Jiminie do that, not that he was complaining. He was already struggling with nodding because, honestly, it felt like his body was on fire. And it wasn't because of the small rocks he was pinned on, no.
It had been over a year since he had a property touched by Jiminie. Hell, Agust was sure the two years were almost up since that time.
He had missed that cunt.
The way that it gripped him was like it was everything he missed out on. He had missed the way Jiminie looked when he was stuffed full of his cock.
Agust was sure that if he just lifted his head and looked down, he would see the bulge in Jiminie's belly. The outline of his thick cock that was ripping through his Erasthai.
Oh, he was fucked already.
This was different, and he would be damned if he thought otherwise.
"Does he feel like this around you, too?" Jiminie asked as he gently lifted himself, just to leave a little space between where his cunt met Agust's thick girth. It was pure torture for the king, and torture for Jiminie.
But this was the kind of pain that the king had earned.
He had pushed all the wolf's limits with all that had happened in the years they had known each other.
This…
Was on him.
"Mmfgh…" Agust forced out, as he shook his head, and that night, Jiminie smirked knowingly before he sat back down roughly on Agust like he was rehearsing something.
"Does he?"
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[A/N]
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