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By some miracle, Bilbo did not become pregnant after his shared heat with Thorin. It was a great relief when such truth came to light, though that relief was tinged with sadness. But the omega quickly began a contraceptive tea with the help of Oin and a midwife back in the Shire to ensure no accidents would pop up while Erebor was being rebuilt. Without a babe on the way, discussions of their wedding became the forefront of countless meetings.
It would be hypocritical for Bilbo to have argued as vehemently as he had against Thorin's throne room and then plan an extravagant wedding. Hobbit weddings were certainly an ordeal, but nothing as close as the dwarrow had in mind. Bilbo attempted to insist on a smaller, more intimate affair. The dwarrow seemed to disagree, trying to persuade him that a proper dwarven wedding for the King would inspire their kingdom. Wedding garb for the King and his Consort were to be extravagant to display their prosperity and heritage. The venue would need to be illustrious and a prodigious feast would need to feed many. Gifts were expected to be given to the royal couple, which Bilbo found ridiculous considering the wealth they bore. A part of Bilbo also wished for a delay because a small part of him wished for his family and fellow hobbits to be present when he wed. But his doubts ran too deep, and there were already too many components at to contend with that he had yet to bring it up to anyone.
In the end Bilbo, Thorin, and countless others were still at odds over the royal wedding. Meanwhile, they were publicly engaged—an engagement that Thorin thoroughly enjoyed flaunting with his messy courting braid and gleeful eyes. Many from Ered Luin remarked they had never seen Thorin's teeth so often, now that he could be found smiling throughout the mountain. The alpha had no shame in drawing Bilbo aside to kiss him or grope at his body before separating. It seemed dwarrow were much more shameless than hobbits in that regard. It took awhile to adapt to, but Bilbo learned that he didn't mind the public claim as long as he was able to return it, though it often times left him pink in the cheeks and wet in his smalls.
Regardless of such obvious proclamations, some omegas were insistent in their propositions to the King. The son of Dhoric seemed to be particularly stubborn despite his father giving up after the whole garden ordeal. Florick was demure for a dwarven omega, a unique beauty that seemed to fit Thorin's known preferences. Strawberry blonde hair, soft cheeks, and emerald eyes. His beard was impressive, the length intricately braided into his hair. His curls were complimented by golden twists of metal, and as he walked the beads at the tips of his braids clinked together. Bilbo knew Florick was pretty, but he wasn't threatened by his fluttering lashes or lingering touch on his alpha. Did it irritate him? Yes. But Thorin never looked at Florick with anything more than neutrality. Never flashed him his handsome smile, never touched him in return. So Bilbo swallowed his jealousy and simply rode Thorin particularly hard on the days Florick laid his hands on his alpha.
Bilbo could only be mature to a certain point. The hobbit had just left the kitchens with a personally made bread bowl stew. He was humming along as he arrived at Thorin's study, the guards posed at the door gave him anxious glances. Bilbo's ears twitched and he stopped as he heard the unfortunately familiar sound of Florick's performative giggle. Grinding his teeth, he peaked through the open door.
Florick sat on Thorin's desk, cheeks flush as he held out a bread roll for the King to eat. To his horror, his alpha leaned forward to eat it from his fingers. Bilbo saw red, the green little monster in his heart roaring with fury. His heart thundered in his chest and his vision went blurry from pure anger. Bilbo shouldered the door open and quietly marched up to the pair. The glare he leveled Thorin was ice cold as he half hazardly dropped his stew onto the desk, the thick broth spilling over the edge and onto strewn papers.
Oblivious sapphire eyes lit up with joy when Thorin saw Bilbo and he moved to stand. Florick's pout was so punchable that Bilbo had to maintain furious eye contact with his fiancé. "Don't mind me, simply dropping off your meal, your majesty." The ice in his tone was a dagger aimed straight for Thorin's heart.
Face falling, Thorin fumbled. "B-Bilbo, what's wrong? Where are you going? Wait-"
Ignoring his pleas, Bilbo huffed and turned to walk out of the room. His hands shook at his sides and unshed tears burned his eyes. He hardly heard Florick spit some foolish comment, more so focused on making sure he didn't show the omega that he had gotten to him.
Thorin swiftly caught up to him, his panicked stomps on Bilbo's heels. "Bilbo, ghivashel, wait!"
Spinning around, Bilbo's pointed at Thorin with his face scrunched up in indignation. "You- You! Do not get to call me that right now." Thorin's expression was heartbroken as he desperately searched Bilbo's eyes.
"What did I do?"
Bilbo laughed maniacally and he turned around, continuing to stomp to his quarters. "What did you do?! What did you do?!" His voice was shrill in the populated stone halls. Dwarrow parted way for the furious hobbit and the guilty King. "Don't play stupid with me, Thorin. Who do you think you are, Fili and Kili?" Bilbo scoffed.
The familiar weight of Thorin's grip met Bilbo's wrist. The omega tore his arm away and glared back at his alpha, his anger wavering in the face of Thorin's pure confusion and sadness. "Armalime, if I have erred, please lead me to the route where I can rectify my mistake. To see you suffering so is agonizing."
The tears Bilbo had been fighting off began to spill over. He took a shuddered breath and looked away. He felt a sob trapped in his chest and he shook his head. Thorin grabbed his hand once more, pulling him aside to give them the illusion of privacy. "Bilbo." He whispered, distressed and concerned.
Weakly pushing at his chest, Bilbo bit out, "This is cruel, Thorin. You can't just-" A sob broke through and he reached up to press against his eyes. "You can't just e-eat from his hands like that and- and then come run-running after me!"
Bilbo felt Thorin still. He sniffled and tried to calm his breathing. "Oh." Mumbled his alpha.
Peeking from his fingertips, it was as though watching Thorin piece together a puzzle. The King frowned and muttered, "But he isn't a hobbit."
Bilbo's hands and jaw dropped. "You must be joking."
Thorin looked away, cheeks turning pink. "No- I-I realize how foolish it sounds now that I say it out loud." Bilbo's frown only deepened, his foot tapping on the stone floor.
"It is foolish. So foolish, in fact, that I'm considering to go the market to go ask Ozzek to braid my hair." Bilbo could practically see Thorin's jealousy flare up from the idea alone. The hobbit's glare sharpened and he stabbed Thorin's chest with his finger. "Exactly. So you do have a brain under all that hair." His alpha sighed and looked toward the ground with shame.
Thorin rubbed at his beard and braved looking back into tearful, hazel eyes. "I am so sorry, my One. My everything. I have no interest in intimacy of any sort or courtship with-"
"That- That harlot!" Bilbo interjected.
Biting back a smile, Thorin nodded.
"So why didn't you eat the bread yourself? Hm? And why was he even near your meal?" The hobbit pressed, the jealousy reviving in his eyes.
Throat bobbing, Thorin pursed his lips. "He's insistent. And I'm exhausted because a certain bunny kept me up all night. So when he started making a fool of himself, I allowed him to because I didn't have it in me to stop him. For that, I am deeply sorry. Ensuring your security is worth depleting the reservoir of energy in me."
Pouting, Bilbo poked his chest again. "Well this bunny will not be doing so anytime soon, Thorin Oakenshield." His cheeks were pink and his aching heart began to calm. "I want him nowhere near your food. Or your side. You are mine."
Thorin found himself bewitched in by Bilbo's jealousy and passion. He licked his lips and nodded. "As you wish, armalime. May I escort you to your rooms? Show you my commitment to being yours and yours alone?"
Humming, Bilbo rocked on the balls of his feet as he considered his proposition. The furrow in his brows finally relaxed and he lowered his hand to hold Thorin's, their fingers slotting together perfectly. "I suppose." He coolly responded.
Chuckling, Thorin kissed the tip of his button nose. "Cheeky hobbit."
Nose scrunching up, Bilbo snapped, "You're not out of the dog house yet, darling. You should be grateful I said yes."
"Of course, ghivashel. I am beholden to your company. Thank you for giving me this chance to rectify my senselessness." Thorin ducked his head, peaking up to see Bilbo's pleased grin.
Shouldering past his alpha, Bilbo lead him with their interlaced fingers to his quarters. He could feel Thorin's gaze burning on the back of his head, and he looked back coyly at him on more than one occasion. Thorin opened the door for Bilbo and bowed to gesture him inside. The hobbit huffed a small laugh, pleased with his groveling. He grabbed Thorin by the collar and pulled him into the room.
The moment the door slammed shut, Bilbo pushed Thorin against stone to capture his lips. A satisfied groan escaped his lips, an ample opportunity for Bilbo to ravish his mouth with his tongue. Nimble fingers began to unlace and unbuckle Thorin's royal garb.
Breathless and half naked, Thorin pulled away from Bilbo's lips. "Gh-Ghivashel-" he was cut off by a choked moan as his cock was enveloped by Bilbo's warm grip. His omega's grin was predatory, his gaze dark and half lidded as he drank in Thorin's reactions.
"Hush, my love. I think you've done enough thinking for today, no? Obviously you've overworked yourself to stupidity. Allow me to remind you just who you belong to."
A blush grew on Thorin's pallid cheeks and his cock twitched. Bilbo chuckled and lazily rocked his hand up and down his length. "Oh, did you enjoy that? I think you'll love what I have in mind for your apology then." The mischievous twinkle in his eye drew a shiver from Thorin.
Suddenly, Bilbo's hand was gone. Thorin whimpered, the sound quickly swallowed by Bilbo's lips. The hobbit pulled him away from the door, the two stumbling towards the bed as they kissed fervently. Thorin pushed off Bilbo's vest to the floor, his fingers valiantly attempting to undo his pants as well. "Pl-Please, armalime. Whatever you wish for, it is yours. I want you to know with your whole being th-that I am yours."
Pecking his lips, Bilbo hummed happily. He purred, "That's a good boy. If that's the case, why don't you get naked and on the bed while I get ready?"
Hearing those words from Bilbo's lips nearly had Thorin falling to his knees. He could be good, he could make up his mistakes with his One. Quickly divesting the rest of his clothes, Thorin practically jumped into bed. He splayed himself against the pillows, his hard cock leaking onto his hairy stomach.
Bilbo left his side to their growing toy collection. His gaze kept falling back onto his handsome dwarf, his heart racing hard in his chest. They had discussed the matter of Bilbo topping the alpha before, but hadn't made progression past a finger or two. Bilbo returned to the bed only donning a harness around his hips and his hand held one of their smaller toys along with a salve.
Pushing himself up onto his elbows, Thorin's gaze was hot as he drank Bilbo in. The hobbit crawled onto the bed and sat on his knees before his alpha, anxiety beginning to affect his demeanor. Bilbo cleared his throat, "As you can tell, darling, I had the idea that perhaps-"
"Yes." Thorin cut him off, breathless and eager.
Bilbo barked out a laugh, cheeks turning pink and ears twitching. "Really? You'd really be okay with me taking you?"
Thorin sat up and leant forward. Their foreheads met and he gripped Bilbo's hips. "I'm not okay with it, I want it. I want you to take me Bilbo. I wish to forget every person on this mountain and only remember your name-" His voice dropped into purr, "and your cock."
With a whine, Bilbo dove to kiss Thorin. He carelessly dropped what he was holding to instead cradle Thorin's face. "I love you." He mumbled in between stolen kisses.
"And I you, armalime. Allow me to show you that love and erase all doubts from your mind. Carve yourself into me."
Gently pushing Thorin onto his back, Bilbo began to shower his body with love. Hot kisses and tender bites were peppered across his skin. Thorin writhed until his touch, small sounds escaping him as he watched Bilbo take what he wished. As his touch grew lower, his omega ignored his weeping cock. Instead, Bilbo lavished his thighs with marks and groping hands. Thorin spread his legs, his hips twitching as he felt burning eyes lower to his hole.
Glancing up with blown out eyes, Bilbo ran his tongue across his rim. Thorin whined and tilted his hips up in encouragement. Bilbo moaned and ate him out with a fervor Thorin was used to extending, but not receiving. His fingers latched onto honeyed curls as he threw his head back and relaxed under the growing pleasure gifted to him.
Suddenly the wet pressure was replaced with a slickened finger. Thorin opened bleary eyes to meet inquiring hazel, in which he nodded to give his permission. "Breathe, my love." Bilbo encouraged as he kissed his inner thigh. Thorin did so, relaxing as the familiar digit entered him. He sighed and caressed pointed ears, "B-Bilbo…"
"That's it, love. So good for me, just relax." Bilbo praised before sucking a mark into tender flesh. Thorin moaned and smiled past the brief flare of humiliation and discomfort, focusing on the heat in his gut and the love in Bilbo's eyes.
Hobbit fingers were much more dexterous and smaller than dwarven ones, so it didn't take long for Bilbo to split him open on three fingers. Thorin was writhing and gasping, his cock making a mess on his stomach as he rocked down in tandem with each pointed thrust to his prostate. "F-Fuck! Bi-Bilbo, please. I-I- oh fuck- I-I need you." Thorin shamelessly begged, his body flush and aching.
Getting onto his knees, Bilbo remained knuckle deep as he leant over Thorin's body. Grinning lips peppered kisses up Thorin's damp neck until he captured him for a languid kiss. Thorin keened, eyes hazy as he looked up at Bilbo. The hobbit cooed, "Look at you, so beautiful for me, Thorin. Falling apart so perfectly for your omega, aren't you? Only I could have you begging for my cock like this, hm?"
"Y-Yes! Only- only you, armalime. Please, take me."
Bilbo took a shuddered breath, lust rocking him to his core. He gave him a jolted nod in reply, "As you wish, my love." He kissed Thorin to swallow his whines and moans as his fingers left him.
Bilbo sat on his heels as he wiped off the mess and slid the toy into the harness. He pet Thorin's quaking thigh as he whimpered and thrust his hips into the air, desperately looking for something to fill him. Bilbo soothed him, "Shhh, I know. Be patient, you're doing so well." Hungry eyes beheld Thorin's debauched form as he prepared the dildo with salve. "Would you like to get on your knees for me, my love? It might be a bit easier considering our- our size difference."
Desperate and more than willing, Thorin eagerly maneuvered himself onto his stomach. It was unfathomable to see the alpha King on his knees and presenting to his hobbit omega, and yet here he was- back arched and weeping cock hanging heavy in between his thighs as he spread himself for taking. Bilbo was dizzy with desire, his hand running across his pert ass and squeezing to reveal his twitching hole. "Good boy, Thorin. So good, look at you…" He praised in utter awe.
Thorin sobbed into the pillow and pushed his hips back. "Please, Bilbo!"
Not one for torture, Bilbo was more than happy to provide. He settled behind Thorin's strong tree trunk thighs and ran his hand to the small of his back. Gripping the base of the cock, Bilbo took a deep breath before gently pushing into Thorin. He watched in wonder as Thorin's hole gave way and welcomed each inch. Once he bottomed out, Thorin groaned out, "Oh, fuck. Th-That is-" he sighed happily and Bilbo felt his muscles relax under his touch, "good. S-So good."
Relief washed over Bilbo and a tension he didn't realize he was carrying began to fall away. Both of his hands gripped Thorin's hips and he bent down to kiss his back. "Good. Let me know when you're ready for me to move." Thorin hummed. As he adapted, Bilbo murmured, "Oh, alpha. You're so perfect. I've never seen anything more beautiful than this. Your submission is a gift, my love. I'll take care of you, Thorin. Just let go and be mine."
As the praise washed over Thorin, he began to slowly rock his hips with gasped out small moans. Bilbo squeezed him and chuckled, "I take it you're ready?"
Nodding, Thorin propped himself up on his elbows and looked over his shoulder. "I-I'm ready. Fuck me, Bilbo. Take me, mark me as yours."
The words made Bilbo dizzy with lust, his heart rabbiting with excitement as he began to work his cock in and out of Thorin's hole. He was inexperienced with his movements, but his passion and enthusiasm hopefully made up for it. Thorin didn't seem to mind, his cock bouncing against his stomach with each thrust and his mouth open and drooling.
After shifting himself to get more comfortable, his next thrust made Thorin yell out an obscene moan. They both froze in shock, but Thorin's need quickly muffled any shame he felt. "More! Th-There, right there, Bilbo. Please, harder. Need you." The King babbled, and Bilbo's grip turned bruising as he focused on bringing Thorin his pleasure.
The slapping of skin accompanied Thorin's unadultered moans as Bilbo began to fuck him in earnest. The omega was panting and flush, his cunt dripping and making a mess of his thighs. His muscles were beginning to ache and he held a newfound respect for all the poor alphas who had to do this for days for an omega's heat. "Fuck, you feel so good, Thorin. Opening up so well for me, taking my cock so well. Are you close, love?"
Bilbo brought Thorin to such heights that his formidable arms gave way and he was then fucked into the sheets. He nodded into the pillow, his fingers trying to reach for his own cock. Bilbo clicked his tongue, reaching forward to tug Thorin by his hair. His alpha keened, back arching as he was pulled up. "I didn't say you could touch yourself, my sweet. If you wanted to be touched, all you had to do was ask."
Eyes rolled back and brain a pile of mush, Thorin grunted out choked moans as he accepted the abuse to the prostate and his scalp. "P-P-Pl-Please. To-Touch me- my cock." He pleaded.
Bilbo shivered, the power and arousal from seeing Thorin in such a state going straight to his head and cunt. He released his grip on Thorin's hair, resulting in him falling back into the bed. Bilbo wrapped himself around Thorin's bulk and rabbitted his hips into him as he grabbed his cock. He noticed with rabid glee that the base was beginning to swell. Bilbo's voice was gruff, "Good boy, Thorin. Cum for me, my love. Let the mountain know just who you belong to."
Having gone untouched for so long, Thorin couldn't breathe when Bilbo's fingers finally wrapped around him. He sobbed and rutted into his grip and back out into his cock. "Y-Yours! I'm yours, Bilbo!" Lightning coursed through his veins, and it wasn't long until he was screaming out Bilbo's name as his knot swollen cock spilled onto his stomach and the sheets.
Moaning with him, Bilbo pleasured Thorin through his orgasm with praise falling from his lips. "That's it. Mine. All mine. So good, so fucking good. Look at you, so stunning. I can't believe you're mine. The luckiest soul in all of Arda." His hips slowed and he removed his hand once he knew Thorin would grow overstimulated. Bilbo purred and sat up, licking the cum off his fingers as he watched Thorin heave and pull himself back together after being fucked speechless.
Reaching back, Thorin weakly tapped Bilbo's hip and pushed him away. Taking the hint, the omega slowly slid himself out of Thorin. They both groaned once he was empty, and before Bilbo could worship his ass again, Thorin fell onto his side and sighed. His eyes were shut, and a blissful smile stretched over his lips. Bilbo's heart soared at the sight. He clumsily removed the harness from his body before pushing Thorin onto his back and pouncing onto him.
Straddling his cum slick stomach, Bilbo kissed Thorin until they were both gasping and flush. "I-I take it you enjoyed the show?" Thorin rumbled, his smile cheeky as he finally opened his eyes.
Nipping his lip, Bilbo laughed. "To say the least... That was surreal! How do you feel, my love?"
Thorin chuckled, his hands roaming to run up and down Bilbo's back. "I don't have the words, quite yet. Surreal is good enough for now." His gaze dropped and he noted Bilbo's slick folds pressed against him. Thorin frowned. "I don't think I'd be much assistance to you right now."
Bilbo chirped, "Don't worry, darling. You don't have to move an inch." He winked before crawling up his body until he was straddling Thorin's face. Bilbo remained hovering as they locked eyes, "Is this alright?" He asked as his fingers ran through Thorin's hair.
Having Bilbo's musk and slick scent so close had Thorin's mind fogging up once more. He nodded, his mouth falling open as he panted with want. Bilbo shivered and slowly lowered himself on his tongue, the both of them groaning as Thorin began to lap up his honey-like nectar. Calloused hands tugged him closer, so Bilbo allowed himself to relax his weight against Thorin's sturdy jaw and nose. "Sh-Shit, Thorin…" Bilbo chuckled, looking down and reveling in the sight of his alpha's eyes rolled back in pleasure.
Rocking his hips, he cooed, "Look at you… You got addicted to my pussy the moment you tasted me in Lake Town, didn't you?" Thorin's lashes fluttered and he moaned with a nod. Bilbo grinned and moved to push his small cock harder into his willing mouth. He groaned and fell forward, nimble fingers gripping onto the headboard as he rutted into Thorin's mouth. "Fu-Fuck- oh, Thorin! Th-That stubborn tongue o-of yours truly is a talented one. And i-it's all mine."
Eyes glinting, Thorin's tongue sped up as it flicked his dick side to side with ample pressure. Bilbo keened and shuddered. "Ah-Ah! Y-Yes! Ri-Right there, please! O-Ohh, fuck." Careless of Thorin's nose, Bilbo fucked his tongue until his toes were curling and his body was twitching with the power of his incoming orgasm. Bilbo shouted, "Thorin!" His hands fell to Thorin's head as he pulled him up into his throbbing cunt as he chased the electric ecstasy pulsating through his veins. The grip to his hips was nearing painful, and yet Thorin didn't push him away, merely held him close through it all.
With a delirious laugh, Bilbo released his grip and rose on shaking thighs once his orgasm passed. Thorin's head fell back, his chest heaving as caught his breath. Bilbo dismounted him and he fell beside Thorin on the bed. He attached himself to Thorin's side and cradled his cheek, turning his head to look into his eyes. "Oh, love, was that too rough? Are you alright?" Bilbo cooed, his thumb running across Thorin's swollen, wet lips.
A drunk like smile spread and Thorin hummed. He cleared his throat and raised his hand to cover Bilbo's. "Mmm, th-that was perfect. Need that more."
Bilbo laughed brightly and rose up to kiss his mate. He licked into his mouth, moaning as he tasted himself on Thorin's tongue. They lazily kissed until both of their faces were slick and slowly growing sticky. Bilbo was the first to pull away, wiping at his face with a scrunched up nose.
Eyes fond, Thorin rumbled, "I love you, armalime."
Wiping his hand on his side, Bilbo smiled and pecked Thorin's cheek. "I love you too, you silly dwarf." He lowered his head until their lips were nearly touching. Thorin held his breath as Bilbo's eyes held a mischievous glint that bode poorly. "And don't think for a moment that this is it. I think Florick needs a lesson, just as you did, darling. Hm?"
Before he could respond, Thorin's lips were being ravaged by his possessive omega whose body was moving to straddle his lap. Thorin's cock had begun to harden once more, and Bilbo's grinding ass didn't help the matter. "B-Bilbo, I'm supposed to- to meet with-"
"It's cancelled." Bilbo interrupted, his fingers pinching at Thorin's pierced nipples. The action drew a gasped moan, but his alpha's brows remained furrowed.
"H-How- What do you mean?" He managed to ask as Bilbo moved to suck more bruises into his neck.
"Why did you think I was bringing you food, hm?" He asked, unimpressed. Bilbo then gasped and sat up, eyes wide as he started down at a reeling Thorin. "Food! Oh, Thorin, you must be starving!"
Unsteady from the unpredictable nature of his One, Thorin could only laugh. He reached up to gently tug Bilbo's courting braid. "Ghivashel, I believe you just fed me a mighty fine meal, did you not?"
Cheeks warming, Bilbo huffed and knocked his cheek into Thorin's palm. "Pussy is hardly nutritious. I have a King to fatten up, and that'll hardly happen if you're skipping meals to indulge my other appetite." He pouted and sighed. "You wasted a perfectly good bread bowl with your little stunt."
Thorin winced as a glare was leveled his way. "I'm sorry, Bilbo. Shall we go to the kitchens? And then we can continue this-" he gestured to their bodies, "after a meal?"
Bilbo's glare softened and he pat Thorin's chest. "Wonderful idea, my love. It seems you do have some sense rattling around the rocks in your head." He then climbed off of his body and missed Thorin's eye roll. Bilbo squeaked as he was grabbed around the hips, familiar lips trailing up his back until he was giggling and writhing.
Thorin kissed his cheek loudly and murmured, "I must, seeing as I somehow manage to keep you in my life."
Weakly shoving him away, Bilbo's heart raced and he laughed. "Sap. Now come, quick bath and then food."
Thorin rolled to the side of the bed and winced as he stood on unsteady feet. Bilbo was at his side in an instant to wrap his arm around his middle to steady him. Thorin chuckled and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, looking down at his omega, "Seems you made your mark, burglar."
Snorting, Bilbo squeezed his side and shook his head. "I'm sorry, love. I'll run you a hot bath and I'll go to the kitchens alone to make you a fresh bowl of stew." Thorin bit back a defensive remark about his abilities, knowing there was no convincing his hobbit otherwise when it came to his care. The two ambled over to the bathing chamber, and Thorin sat on the lip of the ornate tub as Bilbo ran the water. The familiar scent of lavender filled the air as he added salts to the bottom along with a dash of soap.
"You spoil me, Bilbo. It's simply an ache."
Bilbo clicked his tongue, "Pish posh, you deserve this and much more for taking me so well." He wiped off his hands and then moved to sand before Thorin. Bilbo cradled his face and kissed him sweetly, drawing a happy hum from the King. "Relax, my love. I'll be back soon."
Blinking slowly, Thorin nodded and slowly slid into the tub. He groaned as he was enveloped by the heat, his head falling back with a satisfied smile. Cool lips pressed against his temple, and then Bilbo was gone from his side.
Once the tub was full, Thorin forced himself to sit up and turn off the faucet. His hair was a knotted mess thanks to their impulsive venture, so he grabbed a comb to begin working through the tangles. He hummed as he worked, and didn't look up as the door creaked open.
"Well, you look awfully comfortable." Nori drawled from where he stood against the wall. "Seems like you've had a lovely little evening." He observed his nails, a sly grin peaking from under his mustache.
Thorin didn't startle, but he did level a glare at his spy master. "What is it?" He spat.
Nori pouted, "And here I thought you'd be happy to see me! You wound me, Thorin."
Before Thorin could throw something at the bastard, Bilbo re-entered the bathroom. Still unused to Nori's new position and access to their rooms, the hobbit did in fact startle. "Oh! Nori!" He managed to keep the food from falling. Bilbo frowned and smacked the dwarf's arm, "You can't just- ugh! I swear if I had spilled another bowl of stew you both would have regretted it."
The hobbit was dressed in his night gown, and he ignored Nori's shit eating grin to bring Thorin his food. The King gratefully accepted with a small smile, happy to pause his hair in favor of eating a meal made with love. "Thank you…"
Bilbo pecked his crown before turning to face Nori. He crossed his arms and huffed. "The King has orders to be relaxing, and here I find him, not relaxing!"
"Well that's just the issue-" Nori sighed and his expression grew serious. "You two made quite the scene earlier with your public tiff. And although a majority of people love to see the King so… smitten, a growing few are displeased by his-" he frowned and gestured in the air, "submission, to you, for lack of better words."
The couple frowned. "Who are these few?" Thorin asked gruffly.
"Other than Florick's family, just a few of the old farts who knew your grandfather. They aren't thrilled to see the King bow to a hobbit. Especially since some still don't comprehend how a hobbit and dwarf can be One's."
Thorin hummed, eating and contemplating with a heavy frown. Bilbo glanced between them both. "Am I missing something? Do these few really matter so much? The dwarrow from the Ered Luin love you Thorin, and the even the dwarrow from the Iron Hills are growing to as well."
Nori ignored Thorin's pointed look and responded swiftly, "We're worried for you, Bilbo. Not Thorin."
Bilbo blinked in shock and looked down at Thorin with a puzzled look. "Well that's just silly. They're not going to do anything about it." He laughed but then stopped when the two didn't join in. "Right?"
"Look, your safety is just as important to me as Thorin's, which is the only reason why I'd interrupt you both when it's like that out there." Nori's nose scrunched up. "When there are rumblings such as these, it's Dwalin's and I's job to assume the worst. But, as of now there is nothing concrete as an assassination plan. Regardless, we should have a safety meeting tomorrow morning with the Company."
Thorin nodded, the familiar weight of his power resting on his shoulders once more. "We'll meet first thing in the morning. Thank you, Nori."
Smiling brightly, as if he hadn't brought a wave of unease to them both, Nori wiggled his fingers and made his way out back the way he came. Bilbo was biting his nails, staring at the door with a far away gaze. Thorin's heart ached, and he reached out to grab his hanging hand. "Ghivashel, talk to me."
Shaking his head, Bilbo sighed. "What is there to say? I'm upset." He frowned. "Why is it so wrong for you to be a loving partner to me? Does that truly make you so weak?"
Brushing a kiss across his knuckles, Thorin looked up at his love with grief in his eyes. "You and I both know that's not true. But as a King, they are concerned of the control you have over me. That you'll corrupt my mind with your hobbitish ways, or sway my will in a way they don't agree with." Bilbo met his eyes and Thorin smiled. "They are fools who'd rather be the ones with that power over me… What they don't see is that you freed me from the true corruption that would have ruined this mountain. That your hobbitish ways are going to bring further prosperity to our people, and your love brightens my days and keeps me sane." He set down the bowl and laced their fingers together. "You must understand, these people likely do not truly care for me or Erebor. They are threatened by you and are hard headed and stuck in the past. Which makes them potentially dangerous. But we will ensure your safety, armalime. You are loved, and we are all committed to your safety here."
Tears burned in Bilbo's hazel eyes and he kneeled beside the bath. "Oh, bollocks. This is ridiculous." He wiped at his eyes and laughed. "I shouldn't be surprised, but I am. I was in a bit of a honeymoon haze, believing that being Consort would be easy. That your people would- would accept me. I thought-" Bilbo's voice cracked, "I thought they had, at this point. How silly of me."
A wounded sound left Thorin and water sloshed as he moved closer. Guilt overwhelmed him for exposing his homely love to more violence, more trauma. "They do love you, Bilbo. You've only just begun, but I know with time, everyone will see you for the blooming rose you are."
Bilbo snorted at his poor garden metaphor, but at least it brought a smile to his face. "Bilbo, regardless of our relationship, dwarrow across the realm should not only accept you, but be indebted to you. You faced a dragon for people that were not your own, simply because you wished to help. I cannot stress enough your value to the success of Erebor's reclamation."
Thorin's fingers were running through his hair, and Bilbo melted. He nodded and mumbled, "I know, I know… It's just- just a lot to take in." Bilbo brought Thorin's hand up to kiss his knuckles as he had done to him before. His eyes were shining with conviction and he declared, "They won't stop me form loving you, nor from dedicating myself to my work as Consort. Those old farts won't be getting in my way."
Grinning, Thorin captured Bilbo's lips in a passionate kiss. "There's my stubborn hobbit."
Bilbo laughed and pulled away with pink cheeks. He nodded at Thorin's abandoned food, "Now, continue eating and I'll finish fixing this rats nest of yours."
An exaggerated gasp left Thorin and he flicked soapy water Bilbo's way. "How dare you! It's only proper you should fix it, seeing it's your fault my hair is in such a state."
Bilbo hummed and grabbed a stool to sit behind Thorin. "You're right, darling. Forgive me?" He grabbed his comb and began to gently part jet black hair and tackle his tangles.
Clicking his tongue, Bilbo chirped, "Speaking of stubborn hobbits, I have quite the idea to make sure Florick knows that you are well taken care of..."
"Is that so?" Thorin asked, apprehensive after Bilbo's earlier possessive display in bed.
"Mhmmm. Obviously your disinterest and rejection isn't enough, and it's not as though he respects me so-" He giggled, a vicious sound that made Thorin shiver, "I was thinking you could write him a little letter and invite him back to your study."
Thorin turned his head, giving Bilbo a quizzical look. "Invite him? To spend time with me? I thought you wanted me to do the opposite of that."
Leaning forward, Bilbo kept giggling. "Oh, you sweet summer child. You'll write this lovely little letter leading him to believe he has a chance, only when he comes to the study, we'll both be there-" his smile was so wide his cheeks ached, "and you'll be fucking me. Hard and wild, for him to see how you're whole heartedly taken and happy about it. Now and forever. That your knot is mine."
Thorin absently wondered if it was normal for hobbits to play so dirty. He chuckled and pulled his devious omega into a kiss. "Possessive little thing."
"Incredibly. You may be King and we may be waiting for our marriage ceremony, but you are all mine, my love. And if I get to take your knot along the way of proving it, then who am I to say no?" He grinned coyly.
Sitting back, Bilbo continued working on Thorin's hair. His alpha mumbled to himself in Khuzdul before relaxing once more. Bilbo hummed as he worked, and once Thorin's hair was tangle free he washed it with a pleased smile. His alpha's familiar baritone joined his, and they sang as Thorin was cared for.
Once he was clean and full, Bilbo led Thorin to his desk. He sat in his lap as he instructed him what to write in his familiar loopy script. Bilbo peppered kisses across his neck and down his chest as Thorin dutifully did as instructed. Though a few letters were shakey when Bilbo decided to slowly grind down on Thorin's cock and tug at his nipple piercings.
Once the letter was sealed with his royal stamp, Thorin picked him up and ignored the aches and pains of their previous coupling to fuck Bilbo into the sheets. Their next day would start with a troublesome, stressful meeting, but it would end with a knot and Bilbo's claim being laid.