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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.

Chapter Text

When a letter with the King’s royal stamp arrived on Florick’s door, he had been ecstatic. With a squeal, he snatched the paper from the courier’s hand and ran to his room. At his desk, he swiftly cut the letter open, his fingers quaking with excitement. He had been trying to wedge himself into the King’s heart, and it seemed his efforts had worked.

Dearest Florick,

It was with great disappointment when our time was interrupted. I was hoping to spend more time with your illustrious presence. Would you honor me by joining me in my study once more? I’d like to show you just how much I enjoy your company.

I’ll be ready for you this evening after the 8th mark.

Yours truly,

The King Under the Mountain

Giggles pealed from the dwarf as he read. Face flush, Florick jumped from his desk to prance around his room with triumph. The slam of the door notified him of his father’s arrival, so he raced to his side. Pouncing on the dwarf, he jumped as he held him in his arms. “I told you I could do it! I knew that tramp couldn’t keep his attention for long!” Florick laughed again, ignoring his father’s wince and confusion.

Patting his arm, Dorick looked at his son bewildered. “As much as it’s lovely to see you so happy, what in the world are you talking about?”

“Why the King of course! He wrote me a letter!” Florick proclaimed proudly, dragging Dorick to his room.

The elder dwarf’s face paled. “Oh! A-A letter? H-How delightful…”

Florick rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Delightful is an understatement. He wishes to meet me. Privately.” He looked over his shoulder and grinned.

As paper was shoved into his chest, Dorick struggled to hide his anxiety. “I really think y-you ought to stay out of Bilbo’s way, Florick. He-“

Florick sneered and cut his father off. “Oh, please! What could that shire rat possibly do? It’s not as though those plants of his are actual weapons.” He scoffed and shook the letter. “Forget about him! This is good news.” Florick pouted and widened his eyes, “Can’t you be excited for me, adad?”

The dwarf crumpled under his son’s pleading gaze. Dorick grumbled and acquiesced. “Of course…” He weakly smiled and pat Florick’s cheek.

For the rest of the day Florick was practically buzzing. When the evening finally dawned, he was already wearing his favorite sultry outfit paired with golden gem studded jewelry. He paraded to the King's study with his head held high. Two guards stood at the entrance to the hallway rather than the door itself, which certainly bode well for Florick. They allowed him through, but their eyes lingered with judgement. It was easy to ignore the flash of shame in the face of his excitement.

Florick stopped outside the door to take a moment to fix any fly away hairs and to breathe past the surge of anxiety in his chest. He could do this, this is what he wanted, was it not? Opening his legs for the King should be simple.

He was torn from his thoughts because of the sounds coming from the study before him. The door was cracked open, and it quickly became clear that what Florick heard was a moan. The dwarf's eyes widened and he stumbled closer. He creaked the door open enough so he could peek inside. It was his right, considering he was invited here.

The sight before him drew a gasp, one that Florick quickly covered with his hand. There before the King, was the to-be Consort Bilbo Baggins. The hobbit was nearly naked, only clothed by what looked like one of Thorin's tunics. The fabric hung loose on the omega's body, and the laces were undone to reveal his flushed and marked chest. The King, on the other hand, was fully clothed as he sat underneath his supposed mate. Well, excluding the alpha's cock which was free from his clothes to instead be buried inside of the hobbit. Bilbo was on Thorin's lap, facing the door with his hands bracing the desk as he bounced on the alpha's lap. The King's head was thrown back, his eyes scrunched shut as Bilbo rabbited his hips up and down his cock.

The scent of slick and sex hit Florick then, and he dazedly pushed his thighs tight together as arousal burned bright in his gut. Should he leave? Did they plan this? His thoughts raced but he struggled to parse through them as he watched the debauched show before him.

A wide delirious smile was stretched along Bilbo's lips. He moaned as he slammed his hips down, stilling to rock Thorin's cock deep into him. Florick's cunt leaked at the sight and he could hardly hear past his racing heart. "O-Oh, Thorin! Yo-You feel so good inside of me. Your cock was m-made for me, my sweet." Bilbo laughed and peered over his shoulder at the King. Thorin moaned, his hands tightly gripping the omega's hips under the tunic. "Lo-Look at you. Falling apart and moaning for anyone to hear. The King Under the Mountain, bested by a-a hobbit's cunt."

Thorin opened his eyes, his chest heaving as he practically drooled for Bilbo. "Yours." He breathed.

Bilbo quirked a brow and slowly rocked his body. "I'm sorry? I didn't quite hear you."

Florick could see the bob in Thorin's throat. He repeated louder and clearer, "Yours! I-I'm all yours."

Florick's face was ruby red as he realized this was all on purpose, that Thorin had no intentions to lay with him. Shame and embarrassment flooded Florick as Bilbo laughed haughtily. "That's what I thought."

Frozen, Florick found himself unable to tear himself away from the couple who most definitely knew of his presence. He was stubborn, but he wasn't a total fool. The King was uninterested in his advances, that much was clear. But what was the harm in watching? The King was stunning in taking his pleasure, and Bilbo was surprisingly the same. Florick found his hand moving down to pull up his skirt as he continued to watch. His fingers were cold as they slid over his cunt, and he burned brighter when he felt how wet he was. Florick used it to his advantage as he began to rock against his tiny cock.

He was thrown back into the present as Thorin wrapped his arm around Bilbo's torso, using his strength to pull the omega up and against his chest. The King lifted his tunic to touch Bilbo similar to how Florick was touching himself. His other arm wrapped around his chest so his hand could grip his neck. Thorin growled as he thrust up into Bilbo, "I can feel you squeezing around me, ghivashel. Does this excite you? Having me declare myself as yours for any to hear? To risk being seen like this? Split open on my cock knowing you own it?"

Eyes rolled back, Bilbo was a moaning, shivering mess. "Yes!" He shouted, his small hands reaching back to latch onto Thorin's hair. "O-Oh fu-fuck- th-there! Y-Yes! Thorin I-I'm-" He cut off with a cry that rocked Florick to his core as he squirted around Thorin's dick. The omega's thighs were shaking and his body was writhing in the King's strong grip as he rode out his orgasm. Wetness covered them both, some landing on the desk as well. Florick wondered if Bilbo tasted as good as he smelled.

Thorin and Florick both watched in awe. The alpha cooed, "That's it, armalime. Beautiful- my stunning omega. None could compare to you." He ducked his head to kiss Bilbo's open lips. They moaned as they kissed, the sounds of their lips and tongues making Florick's knees weak as he ground into his hand. He bit back a whimper as he watched Thorin's hand leave Bilbo's dick to tease his puffy nipples.

With a shiver, Bilbo pulled away and keened. He pawed at Thorin's arm and whined, "Thorin- Y-You- Want you to cum inside me."

A dark, satisfied chuckle left Thorin's smiling lips. "I know, my desperate omega. My sweet One needs to be bred, doesn't he?" Bilbo nodded, his lashes wet with unshed tears. Thorin pat his hip, "Stand up for me, ghivashel."

Face scrunching up, Bilbo pouted. Alas, he listened and slowly stood on shaking thighs. Florick could only imagine how empty the omega felt as the King's cock was finally revealed. The dwarf lost his breath as he saw Thorin's dripping, thick dick twitch in the cool air.

Florick didn't get to enjoy the sight for long as Bilbo was roughly grabbed by Thorin's large hands. The hobbit was turned to face the King before he was grabbed and tossed onto the desk. Bilbo gasped, his legs automatically falling open for Thorin as he slot himself in between them. Florick watched in awe as Thorin slid back into Bilbo with a moan that will likely haunt his dreams. Bilbo didn't flinch, he merely sighed with satisfaction as he fell limp onto the dark oak below him.

The alpha was sweating and ragged, his teeth bared as he stared down at his prey. Thorin released his bruising grip on Bilbo's hips so he could properly lean over the hobbit. He roughly grabbed his jaw, bringing his face up so their eyes met. Bilbo keened, his hands scrambling to grab onto the King's large wrist. "Your cunt was made for me, wasn't it, Bilbo?" He growled.

Bilbo's mouth fell open and he rocked his hips as Thorin began to slowly fuck into him. "Y-Yes! Made for ea-eachother." Florick's face burned and his body throbbed with want. Did it truly feel that different with your One? Or were they simply trying to drive home to Florick that they were committed to one another?

He couldn't help but think it was the former as Bilbo and Thorin fell deeper into depraved lust. The omega's nails were digging deep into the King's arm and Bilbo's face was cradled by Thorin's strong grip. It was a primal display of lust that would burn bright in Florick's memories for years to come.

The sounds coming from the pair were so lewd that Florick was most certainly dripping down his thighs. The slapping of Thorin's balls against Bilbo's wet ass made Florick feel drunk with jealousy and want alike. Their kisses were wet and loving, and Thorin's hair nearly curtained them completely. Thankfully, Florick was still able to see their blissful expressions. Thorin must have been getting closer to his peak, as his moans grew deeper and he suddenly stood. The alpha grabbed Bilbo's plush thighs, folding the hobbit in half as he began to pound into him. Florick's wrist cramped but he ignored it as he slipped two fingers into his sopping cunt.

Even from where he stood, the dwarf could see that Thorin's knot was beginning to inflate. Bilbo's arms were tucked around his knees as he somehow managed to take each powerful thrust directly into his womb. "Yes! Thorin! That's it, alpha. Knot me! Knot me, let the mountain know the King is claimed and mated." The omega was smiling wide, a frankly terrifying sight for Florick. He whimpered into the palm of his hand as he crooked his fingers to press against the spot that set his body alight.

"Yours! Take my knot like the good omega you are." Thorin smiled too, a feral look in his eyes as he forced his knot into Bilbo. He came with a roar, his handsome face falling and contorting with complete ecstasy. Bilbo's small body spasmed, his head thrown back with his tongue lolled out as he cried with rapture.

Florick fought to keep his eyes open as he too orgasmed. He whined into his hand, his body jolting as he rested against the doorframe as he desperately humped his fingers, wishing it were an alpha's cock instead. He didn't realize his lids had fallen shut until he heard a gentle coo from the King.

Lashes fluttering, he watched as Thorin released Bilbo's legs to instead cradle his face. Florick's heart lurched as he watched the alpha gently kiss away the tears that stained his lover's flushed face. Bilbo smiled, and Florick had never felt more jealous than in that moment. Tears burned in his eyes as the couple gazed upon each other with utter reverence before kissing sweetly.

"I love you." He strained to hear Thorin mumble.

Bilbo hummed and ran his hands through tangled curls. "I love you too."

Florick stumbled away from the doorway, his fingers sliding out of him with a low hiss. He looked down at his hands in horror, slowly realizing he just masturbated for anyone to see while watching the King fuck his Consort. He wiped his hand off the inside of his skirt as tears finally fell freely. Florick supposed his bitter resentment for the hobbit could only last for so long. Perhaps it was time for him to take his courting seriously and find an alpha that cherished him how Thorin did Bilbo. What would have happened if he had successfully gotten between the two? The King would never have loved him. Florick often times ignored the romantic ache in his chest, but the sob trapped in his chest and the trembling in his fingers revealed that he no longer could.

Taking a deep breath, he wiped away his tears and straightened his clothes. Florick ignored the blushing guards as he walked away to go back home.

~

The shadow in the doorway finally fell away, and Thorin felt his body relax against Bilbo's. "He's gone." He muttered.

Bilbo strained his neck to look, a satisfied smile growing as he saw the lack of their voyeur. "Do you think it worked?"

Thorin's nostrils flared, and he nodded. "He definitely enjoyed the show, but I can smell his tears."

Bilbo clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. "What a ridiculous dwarf."

Huffing out a laugh, Thorin peppered kisses across Bilbo's damp neck. He groaned, breathing his scent in to erase the remnants of Florick. "Fuck." Thorin's dick twitched valiantly in Bilbo's cunt.

The hobbit laughed breathlessly and bared his neck. "As much as I hate the tart, I have to admit I'm grateful he pushed us to do this."

Removing his teeth from Bilbo's neck, Thorin agreed. "I didn't realize you enjoyed an audience, armalime."

Bilbo slapped his shoulder, "Me?! What about you, mister-" He dropped his voice to imitate his fiancé, " Does it excite you to be seen like this while your cock was practically weeping inside of me!"

Thorin laughed, pressing his nose into Bilbo's curls as he did. "We both enjoyed it, then."

Bilbo's pout split into a smile and he ran his hands up and down Thorin's back. "I did." He sighed, "What I'd enjoy more is for you to get properly naked and to fuck me over this desk again until I can't think anymore."

Propping himself up, Thorin looked down at Bilbo with a raised brow. "Is that so?"

The cheeky hobbit merely grinned and replied, "Yup." He popped the p with his kiss-swollen lips.

It was difficult for the alpha to deny his One, especially when he looked at him with half lidded eyes and hickies decorating his body clad in Thorin's own tunic. Without word, he hefted Bilbo up and off the desk.

With a wild laugh, Bilbo clung on to the standing dwarf. Every display of strength Thorin displayed only made the omega more wet and wanting. A fact the alpha took advantage of often. Thorin captured his lips with a low moan as the stood their, connected thanks to the alpha's knot. Bilbo whined and pulled away, "Sit down so I can at least take off this horrible shirt while we wait."

Thorin snorted and sat. "Don't let Dori hear you, ghivashel."

Bilbo rolled his eyes as his nimble fingers began to undo the lacing and fastenings of Thorin's clothes. "I would be worried a lot more about Dori hearing any other part of our conversation than that sentiment." He pursed his lips, "Plus, he's well aware of my thoughts about dwarven fashion trends."

Endlessly fond, Thorin simply smiled and leant forward to kiss the marks on Bilbo's neck. The omega twitched and pinched his arm. "Stop that! I'm almost done."

"Impatient hobbit." Thorin sighed.

"Impatient?! You're the one trying to devour me. I've waited long enough to see that delectable body of yours, darling. "

Heart racing, Thorin flushed and grumbled to himself. Bilbo grinned and nearly ripped his clothes off his chest. Their lips clashed as they pressed their bare skin together. Nimble hands slid up Thorin's sides until they were groping at his chest. He could feel Bilbo grin as he teased the bars piercing his nipples, the action drawing a wanton moan from Thorin.

Bilbo sat back and watched Thorin fall apart under his capable fingers. The King was flushed and panting, his hips rolling with each stroke of pleasure rolling through his body. "Bilbo…" He moaned, pawing at his ass to grind them his knot in deeper.

The omega whined, sensitive but wishing to milk every drop of cum from his alpha. "I'm right here, love. Don't get too excited, or else your knot will never go down." Bilbo breathed as his hands released his grip to instead roam across his soft stomach. Thorin's hair stood on end and his skin shivered under his delicate touch. His eyes tracked Bilbo's revering fingers, knowing his fiancé was more than pleased to see the changes in Thorin's body as he's settled as King. Their breaths both began to calm, but their touch and kisses never weakened in their adoration for the other.

Enough time passed in their worship for Thorin's knot to deflate. Bilbo kissed him before slowly lifting himself off of his cock. They both looked down as Thorin's seed slowly slid out Bilbo's cunt. The omega looked up with a pleading look, a low whine escaping his chest. Thorin kissed him with passion as his fingers slid through the mess he made of his omega's pussy. They moaned in tandem and Thorin growled against his lips. "What I'd give to have you dripping with my seed at all times. Marked as mine."

Bilbo's hips stuttered and he quipped with a sharp smile. "I suppose you'll have to settle for most of the time." Thorin then recognized the look in his lover's eyes as he then stood from his lap- determination. Thorin's tunic revealed much of Bilbo's freckled shoulders, the fabric landing at his thighs as he turned around to face the desk. The omega lifted the shirt to reveal his ass as he slowly bent over and laid himself upon the King's desk. He looked over his shoulder and kicked out one leg, the other one only touching the ground with the tips of his toes. Bilbo's cunt was fully exposed, puffy and leaking with slick and cum as it practically winked at Thorin. "Well come on alpha, come mark me." Bilbo purred.

The alpha's mouth watered and he gripped his chair hard. His cock was still recovering despite Thorin's desires to break the desk with their coupling. Instead Thorin fell from his chair to his knees, his face burying into Bilbo's pussy. The omega wailed, "Th-Thorin!" He reached back to pull Thorin closer by his hair. Thorin hummed with approval, hungrily lapping up their mixed essence with the flat of his tongue.

"Delicious." Thorin growled before messily kissing up the length of Bilbo's small cock. The omega gasped, his head thunking against the wood as he writhed with pleasure.

"Y-You are insatiable!" Bilbo bemoaned.

Thorin chuckled as his hand lowered to pump his own cock to bring his erection back to life. "Only for you." He rumbled before sucking his small dick. Thorin's nose was practically buried in his cunt, the scent of Bilbo's musk and slick going straight to his hardening cock. When Bilbo's pants turned into moans, Thorin rerouted to fucking his tongue into his hole. His mind was fuzzy with pure lust as Bilbo squeezed around him and made his scalp ache with his firm grip.

"W-Wait Thorin, o-oh fuck! Thorin, please! I-" Thorin returned to Bilbo's dick which only made him carelessly throw his hips back. "Yes! Fuck, I-I'm gunna cum. G-Gunna-" His words tore off into a shout as he came on Thorin's tongue. The alpha moaned all the while, his hands kneading his plush ass as he moved to drink down the fresh wave of slick. Bilbo twitched under him with a low grunt, his fingers finally releasing Thorin's hair. He fell limp on the desk as his fiancé ate his favorite meal.

With a satisfied rumble, Thorin pulled away and appreciated the view before him. Bilbo huffed, used to the alpha's antics. "Will you fuck me already or are you simply going to stare?" The omega snapped.

Thorin gently slapped his behind but chuckled. He stood and shucked off his pants, finally in his naked glory as he laid across Bilbo's back. The dwarf easily encased the hobbit's body, his weight and pressure making Bilbo whine with desire. Thorin's hard cock sat in between them, and he felt his omega shiver. "I'm pretty sure there's another word you're looking for, armalime."

Bilbo turned his head, his cheeks flush as he pouted. He wiggled his hips and pressed back against Thorin's cock. "Breed me, alpha." Bilbo plead with a tone that he knew drove him wild.

Those were not at all the words Thorin was implying, but the sentence drew a choked groan from the alpha. He took a deep breath and realized just how weak he was for Bilbo Baggins as he stood and teased the head of his cock against Bilbo's cunt. "Close enough." Thorin grumbled.

The omega's self satisfied grin fell when his jaw dropped as Thorin's cock was thrust deep into him. His eyes rolled back and he got up on his elbows as he accepted each hit to his core. "Th-Tho-Thorin!" Bilbo struggled to speak, gasps and moans coming more easily to mind.

Thorin couldn't help but grin as he watched Bilbo begin to fall apart. He stopped though when the hobbit's hand tapped the table twice, a signal to pause. His heart dropped and before he could assume the worst, Bilbo rushed, "N-Need a-a pillow. My hips." Thorin pulled back and winced when he saw the wood digging into his sweet One.

"Of course, ghivashel. I'll be right back." He reassured before leaning down to kiss the nape of Bilbo's neck. The omega smiled and sighed happily, only wincing when Thorin fully pulled out of him to leave.

The King didn't go far as he quickly returned with a cushion. His warm, calloused hand gently caressed the small of Bilbo's back. "Let's try this, my love. We can always find another position if this doesn't work." The omega nodded and they maneuvered until the padding blocked Bilbo's hips from the desk.

"Okay- lay down on me." The hobbit instructed with his brows furrowed. Thorin huffed out a small laugh and laid over him, not slipping inside but humping against him. Bilbo pursed his lips, "Harder?" Thorin hid his grin in Bilbo's curls as he moved to thrust the front of his thighs against Bilbo's ass to save his cock the pain. Nodding, Bilbo looked over his shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. "Good! Get back in here, love."

With a snort, Thorin kissed Bilbo's cheek. "As you wish."

Bilbo preened and wiggled his ass as he waited. A choked groan left him as Thorin slid back home into his needy cunt. "T-There we go." He purred. The cushion was a much needed addition, or else Bilbo would have not so fun bruises from their coupling.

Confident that Bilbo would stop him again if he needed, Thorin took a deep breath and allowed himself to focus on their shared pressure again. The King rumbled against the pointed tip of Bilbo's ear, "Does that feel better, armalime? Is that insatiable ache to be used like my personal cock sleeve satisfied?"

With a moan, Bilbo grinned and pushed back to meet Thorin's hips and coyly responded, "Never."

Thorin groaned and nipped the hobbit's ear. "You'll be the death of me Bilbo Baggins." He growled before letting go of his restraint. The alpha began to roughly fuck Bilbo into the reliant oak desk. Their joined moans created a familiar melody, a song they both adored. Thorin belatedly realized the office door was still cracked open, meaning Bilbo's whimpers and moans of his name were likely echoing down the hallway. His brain fought between satisfaction knowing everyone knew he pleased his mate, while the other roared with jealousy at the possibility of the guards enjoying themselves like Florick had. Were they imagining it was them fucking his sweet omega? Were there cocks out, wishing they were buried inside of Bilbo's dripping cunt?

With a deep growl, Thorin slid his arm under Bilbo's to cover the omega's mouth with his large palm. "Y-You make the prettiest s-sounds, ghivashel." He grunted into Bilbo's ear. "All for me. Isn't that right?" With a nod, the hobbit whined.

Bilbo's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Thorin exerted his power over him. The alpha's hand took up so much of his face. His lips were pressed tight against salty skin, and he lost himself in Thorin's possession of his body. Bilbo was practically limp under Thorin's rough treatment. His hands were gripping the alpha's strong forearm, and he gasped when the pressure against his mouth was suddenly gone. Thorin took advantage of his open lips, two fingers sliding into his mouth and against his drooling tongue. Bilbo's lips quickly fell shut as sucked on the familiar digits with vigor. His body was ablaze as Thorin fucked him from both ends. Bilbo couldn't think of anything other than ThorinThorinThorin or matematematemate.

As Thorin grew closer to his peak, his whispered words devolved into Khuzdul. The guttural sounds added to Bilbo's bliss with the knowledge he reduced his mate to his native language. He tugged on Thorin's wrist to briefly free his mouth. "Th-Thorin! I-I'm close! P-Please-"

"Can you cum from my cock alone, Bilbo? Cum as I fuck my cum into your womb, mark you to your core with my seed?" Thorin growled.

Eyes rolling back, Bilbo nodded and whined, "Yes." His mouth remained open to allow Thorin to continue fucking his mouth with his thick fingers.

Sating his mate's need, the alpha's fingers were once again encased in the wet warmth that drove him to ecstasy on more than one occasion. "That's a good boy for me. So fucking beautiful for me, Bilbo. Fucking my mate on my desk, in my tunic? You're a fucking treasure. A-Armalime-" Thorin's voice broke and he buried his head in Bilbo's curls as he buried himself to the hilt and came.

As hot cum flooded Bilbo's pussy, he sobbed around Thorin's fingers as his own orgasm wracked his body. His feet were off the ground, his legs kicked up under Thorin's spread legs as he shuddered through each wave of bliss. Bilbo relaxed as it began to fade, fingers slipping from his mouth. Thorin's weight remained as they both panted.

A giggle of delight bubbled up in Bilbo's chest, one he released freely. Thorin smiled and lowered his head to kiss the hobbit's flushed cheek. "Did you have fun, my love?"

Lids shut, Bilbo couldn't see Thorin's fond expression he always wore after sex, but he could easily picture it. "Hmmm, I did indeed. I'll have to make more visits to your study from now on if it means we end up like this."

Thorin barked out a laugh and nuzzled his soft hobbit. "We can certainly try."

Cracking an eye open, Bilbo grinned. "You're a menace-" He grunted, "A heavy menace."

Lifting his weight off of Bilbo, Thorin began to stand and rolled his eyes. "You started this! Plus, you're the one who insists on fattening me up."

Bilbo propped himself up on his elbows and sighed as he felt Thorin pull out. He shivered and looked behind him, knowing he was a proper mess. His eyes though only focused on his soon to be husband. Bilbo reached out to squeeze his soft, furred stomach. He grinned as his hand freely roamed. "I do indeed." He purred.

Gently smacking Bilbo's wrist, Thorin ignored the warmth of his cheeks when he replied, "Free me, you minx. I need to clean us up."

Bilbo groaned and dramatically flopped back onto the desk. "Fine! I expect extensive cuddles after this, Your Majesty."

"As you wish, burglar." Thorin walked away to the pail and towels he prepared before hand. He swiftly wiped himself down before returning to do the same to Bilbo. He helped the hobbit stand, and he kissed him sweetly as his hand gently rubbed the front of his hips. "How do you feel?"

Smiling into the kiss, Bilbo wrapped himself around his caring alpha. "Good. Tired. Not ready to walk through the mountain with cum dripping down my thighs." He pouted and fluttered his lashes. "You have a perfectly good chaise here we can cuddle on. Can we remain here for awhile longer?"

Smile growing, Thorin easily picked up his imploring mate. Bilbo squeaked, "You just love to man handle me, don't you?"

Humming, Thorin kissed Bilbo's temple. "Just as much as you enjoy being man handled." He sat on the chaise and grinned once more as he let go of Bilbo to reach over to the side table. On it was a covered plate, one he revealed to be filled with cheese, bread, and some fruit.

Hazel eyes lit up with radiant joy. Bilbo grabbed the plate and laughed, "Oh, you sweet old bear! I love you so much!" He loudly kissed Thorin's cheek before diving into his prepared snack plate. The King managed to grab a few bites before it all disappeared.

Laying back onto the chaise, Thorin set aside the plate and opened his arms for Bilbo to burrow himself into. The hobbit readily did so. He snuggled close as his hands roamed across his cooling skin, groping freely as he did so. Bilbo's smile was painfully sweet as he looked up at Thorin. How did he manage to get lucky enough to end up here, with Bilbo as his? The alpha could do nothing else but kiss his mate with all the love flowing from his heart.