[JIMINIE]
At Jiminie's statement, Agust fell back, as he pulled out of his erasthai ever so gently, worried that he would hurt him again.
He had never intended to hurt his Jiminie, and yet as he looked at the cold face staring back at him on the bed, he knew this was irredeemable. He had fucked up, and he would pay the price for it ever so willingly.
Hearing that Jiminie had tied up his ovaries fucked with the king's mind and he wanted to ask why he wanted to know what had pushed Jiminie that state, but a part of him always knew the prince consort would never be the same after everything.
He should have expected this, but they the fuck did it feel so weird?
'I can't breathe?' Agust asked himself as everything began getting blurry and his chest left constricting like he was losing his balance. They were still on the huge bed he had laid in first with Jiminie and he felt like the world was closing in on him.
