See Chapter 1 for warnings & info
Author's Notes: Though there's certainly some plot content here in terms of Uther and Theo, this is mostly smut. Just a warning. If you'd rather sit this out until we get back to something of substance, no one will be offended
Theoden took little note of the exit of their guests. He was too focused on Uther, licking the king clean with apparent relish. Though he had enjoyed himself with Julian, he was far happier to be alone with the king once again. "Did you like it, sire?" he whispered uncertainly when Uther finally withdrew. He gazed up at the man with bright eyes, his weight leaning against the man's legs as if he couldn't get close enough.
"I liked watching you," Uther purred, his eyes heavy-lidded from the combination of sex and alcohol. "Do you have any idea how truly beautiful you are? Never more so than when you're being taken? When you cum?" He reached down and caressed Theoden's throat and chest, relishing the feel of him beneath his palm. "I want you to cum again... for me..." Leaning over, he slowly took Theoden between his lips, drawing his lover's length deep into his mouth.
Theoden had barely noticed being moved to the bed until Uther was shifting to mouth at his cock. He gasped at the impossible heat enveloping his sensitive cock. The feeling was amazing but almost too intense as Uther sucked him back to full hardness. Not for a moment did Theo consider asking the man to stop, however. He wanted the king. He'd wanted him the whole evening, and now he had his lover with no interlopers to keep them apart. "Mmm... sire... yes... please..."
Uther sucked Theoden thirstily, drinking him down to the base. His looked up at Theoden from under his long eyelashes as he swirled his tongue around the tip of that sweet cock, teasing Theoden, tantalizing him, watching his lovely face. He wanted the boy to know they were in for some very raw sex together. He pushed Theoden's legs up and back, and slid down between his silky thighs. "Mmm. I know you have something here I want," he murmured, bringing his lips closer and closer to the boy's oozing, twitching ass. When his mouth finally found it, Uther's tongue slid in and out of Theoden's freshly fucked opening.
Theoden twisted on the bed but somehow managed to keep his hips still. He loved the feeling of the man's tongue sliding over his stretched and sensitive ass. There was the faintest burn along with the pleasure, Uther's tongue soothing as it stretched him. "Want you," he murmured. "Sire, I... I want you so badly..."
Due to Theoden's wild coupling with Julian, Uther's tongue disappeared all the way inside, tasting and probing. Even through the haze of his drunken stupor, the king relished hearing the boy's sweet words of desire. Large royal hands caressed Theoden's quivering thighs as Uther withdrew and crawled up the length of his lover's body. "You always have me," he assured Theoden, kissing him with enough passion to leave them both gasping for breath. Taking himself in hand, Uther guided his swollen, aching length into Theoden's waiting opening.
Theoden spread his legs wider, welcoming the older man without any hesitation. He wanted Uther badly. No amount of release found with someone else could ever satisfy him the same way or calm the aching need that he felt for his lover. "Yes," he breathed, eyes fluttering closed as he eagerly anticipated the rest, looked forward to the feeling of Uther claiming him fully and completely once more. He needed it almost desperately after the strange night, after being given to someone else. He needed to know that he was still wanted by the only person he cared to be wanted by.
Uther groaned and shivered as inch after inch of his massive arousal sank into Theoden's embrace. Only when that tender opening closed around the base of his engorged length did Uther pause and allow himself to relish the sensation of Theoden surrounding him. "Oh," he moaned, combing his fingers through the boy's warm, damp hair, "you are perfect..." Uther kissed him tenderly as his hips began to move; thrusting in and out, the king's desire for Theoden was more potent than ever before.
Theoden felt his heart swell, relief flooding his veins as Uther kissed him gently. His legs rose to trap the king's body against his own, to open himself up to the penetration as much as possible. The younger man rocked up, wanting to take every last inch all at once. He needed to please the man and to feel as if whatever had happened that night, it didn't mean that anything was changed or altered.
Uther's head swam with desire and alcohol. The only thing he could truly focus on was the gorgeous vision writhing beneath him. His hips churned, his cock ached; Theoden's arm and legs draped around him like warm cords, while the boy's tender passage caressed him in ways the king never dreamed possible. "Want me," he breathed hotly in Theoden's ear. "Want me... always..."
"Always," Theoden agreed, his voice shaking as he moved with the man. He was so hot already, so hard despite having been completely sated not half an hour before, and he had trouble doing anything but just cling tight and ride it out. "I will always need you, sire... always..." His long limbs were wrapped around Uther as though he couldn't get close enough or touch enough of the man at once no matter how hard he tried.
Even drunk Uther's desire for Theoden was unparalleled. He dipped his head down and began feasting hungrily on his lover's beautiful nipples, tonguing and sucking. All the while the king continued thrusting his royal arousal into Theoden's caressing passage, simply unable to get enough of the writhing figure beneath him. "I need you too," he murmured, pinching the boy's wet, still nipples. "More than you know..."
Theoden shivered at the words. It was precisely what he needed to hear, and he didn't care whether the words were genuine or not. He took them as he always did at face value. He accepted without question what Uther told him. He held onto the hope that the words offered like a drowning man, and he clung fast. As Uther sank deeper inside of him, he lifted his hips, eager to take more, to feel every inch of the man spreading him wide and turning his world inside out.
Too sensitive and much too hungry for Theoden, Uther simply could not hold back his release any longer. He came with a guttural roar, spilling himself deep within his lover's clenching passage. His body slammed against Theoden's in a frantic, heated, and uncontrollable force of blissful coming. Fingers continued playing over Theoden's nipples, while his other hand stroked the boy's drooling length, wanting more than anything to feel him reaching the same level of rushing completion.
The rush of heat and the rough strokes of Uther's hand were enough to send Theoden whimpering into his own climax. He thrashed beneath the man and clung to Uther's arms as he rode the release out. It was so good. Too good, really. His sensitive body protested the continued contact even as Theoden relished the too-intense pleasure of the moment.
Uther collapsed in a sated, boneless heap after the tremors of his soul-wrenching orgasm finally subsided. He managed to carefully withdraw, leaving Theoden tender, gaping and dripping. Mustering the strength to drag Theoden's equally shattered form into his arms, kissing him with a surprising tenderness after the earlier heated kisses. He was drifting off to sleep with a contented sigh, embracing Theoden as if afraid the boy might wriggle free.
The young man gladly shifted in closer, his body pressed tightly to Uther's as he let himself drift off in the older man's arms. He slept soundly after the strange night, a dreamless sleep that left him refreshed in the morning. The light streaming in through the windows seemed all the brighter because it was one of the rare nights when he was able to stay the entire night at the king's side without being banished to his own bed at some point for the sake of appearances. He knew it was because Uther had been too drunk to wake him and send him away, but Theo still shifted to press his face into the crook of the man's neck happily.
Uther woke to the absolute worst hangover of his life. He groaned and clutched at his aching head; the only thing soothing his spirit was Theoden's warm presence beside him. "What in Camelot did I drink last night?" he wondered aloud. Events came rushing back to the king in a burst of clarity, and his stomach turned at the memory of sharing Theoden with Julian, not to mention his coupling with Merlin. "Oh... Oh, Theoden... How can you ever forgive me?"
Though the words themselves were not absorbed by Theoden's groggy mind as he clawed his way up to wakefulness, he knew Uther's voice even in sleep. The boy shifted and let out a soft sound before his eyes finally opened to find Uther looking at him with naked concern. It was not an expression he'd seen often, and usually it was reserved for Arthur when the prince did something truly worrying. "Sire?" he murmured against the pillow as he pushed himself up on his elbows to get a better look at the man.
"I never meant to give you to Julian last night," Uther explained, his pained eyes wet with tears. "You must think me a very foolish old man." He couldn't quite bring himself to catch Theoden's gaze. Otherwise it might break his spirit that much more. "I fear that Julian is an incredibly bad influence on me. And yet that is no excuse for my actions."
Theoden's jaw dropped. Uther was apologizing. He could barely find the words to respond to the strange scenario. Uther never apologized to anyone, and surely he was of far less importance than most. But... Theo immediately shook his head and burrowed his body against Uther's. "No... no, sire, I only... I wished to please you," he ventured uncertainly. Certainly he hadn't wanted to be with Julian no matter how good it felt in the end. He didn't want ever to be handed off again. Tears pricked his own eyes as he mumbled against Uther's shoulder, "I know that you may... may want others..."
"That's the point, Theoden," Uther started gently, "I only desire you, you and you alone. Truly." He forced Theoden to look at him, and despite the nausea and the headache, Uther genuinely poured out his feelings for someone for the first time since his dear wife had departed this world. "I care for you deeply," he confessed, "and it was very wrong of me to share you with another." The king brushed at the tears staining the boy's lovely face. "I promise it will never happen again. Please, forgive my foolishness?"
Theoden's eyes were wide with shock, but he was nodding before Uther even finished speaking. "Of course... of course, Sire..." Slowly he began to smile again and stretched his head up to boldly kiss the older man. "I only want you. Just you. Always." He curled up to Uther's side again before realizing something more. "Are you well this morning, Sire?" The man had drunk well more than his share the night before. Though he had never been a fan of such indulgence himself, Theoden understood the pain that came with it.
Some of the tension visibly melted from Uther's shoulders. He fully expected Theoden to hate him even if he had enjoyed himself with Julian last night. Theoden still offered him all his affection, and Uther vowed never to betray that gift again. "I've never known wine to have quite this effect one me," he confessed, clutching at his head again. "Perhaps I should allow others to make the wedding preparations and remain in bed here with you?" The King managed a smile, his other arm still wrapped firmly around his lover's body.
Theoden moaned his appreciation of the idea. He'd expected to be abandoned to mundane chores for most of the day as Uther readied himself for the ceremony that afternoon. "Could you, sire?" Surely others were perfectly capable of handling the details while Uther rested for the event itself. Rested and perhaps divested himself of some tension. Theoden kissed the man's shoulder and looked up with pleading eyes. "I would very, very much like to have you all to myself."
"Yes, love," Uther chuckled despite how ill he felt. "I very much doubt I could drag myself from this bed without the help of every knight in the kingdom." He sank back into the pillows, refusing to relinquish his hold on the beautiful man lying beside him. However a frown creased Uther's brow as he gazed into Theoden's eyes with deep concern. "Last night," he loathed even bringing up the subject, "were you harmed at all?"
Theoden shook his head firmly. "Nay, I am well," he agreed with a hint of a smile, still touched beyond his ability to say that the king was worried over him. He was only a servant and yet... The young man met Uther's gaze with a thrill of pleasure. "Julien was... he did me no harm." He hadn't been gentle, really, but he hadn't been cruel either. The thought sparked a faint tremor of uncertainty. But, then, Uther had already said he'd made a mistake, that he was simply too drunk to know what he was doing. It wasn't Theo's place to question his behavior or why he'd felt the need to be so rough with Merlin.
Uther did not want to remember last night's events, otherwise he would surely spill the contents of his stomach. Not only had he freely given Theoden to Julian, but he had taken that filthy sorcerer Merlin and... The King shook his head as if to clear it, which only made his hangover that much worse. "I don't think I would have ever been able to forgive myself is anything happened to you," he confessed, ignoring his aching head and concentrating on Theoden instead. His hand roamed down his lover's spine and cupped one of the boy's firm round buttocks. "Tell me, are you very sore?"
Theoden let the moment go and turned his attention to Uther more fully. The night was over with, and he wanted to make the man feel better. "Nay... not... not toosore, sire." He felt the evidence of Julian's punishing pace from the previous evening, but the slight soreness was not so pronounced as to keep him from wanting the king. Trained to respond just so, Theoden's hips canted, his ass pressing back into Uther's touch.
Uther groaned; despite his terrible affliction, he could not deny his deep hunger for Theoden. Already his cock was stirring, awakening to full hardness. "You are beautiful, my Theoden," he whispered, turning his head to press a tender kiss to the side of the boy's mouth. "I cannot help myself when I am around you." His hand disappeared between Theoden's legs, his fingers brushing his lover's equally swelling length. "Perhaps a taste of you is just what I need?"
Theoden sighed happily at the suggestion. His lips quirked up in a playful smile. "If you think that it would help, sire, I would never stand in your way." His eyes twinkled as he let worries over the previous night melt from his mind. Uther hadn't been thinking, hadn't been himself. That was all. He lifted his hips in supplication. "Tell me what will make you feel better, sire, and it is yours. Always yours." Had it not been for that loyalty, he would never have subjected himself to something like what had happened the night before.
"Theoden," whispered Uther, pressing his thumb against the boy's delectable bottom lip. His heart lurched and pounded violently. The effect Theoden had on him was like no other. For the first time in what felt like forever, Uther Pendragon was genuinely happy. "Please, let me taste you? Here, like this..." He gently urged his lover to straddle his chest. Theoden's length twitched before the sovereign's eyes, temptingly sweet and undeniably beautiful. His tongue swept out, caressing the hood barely covering the blushing tip. Then, he was dipping into Theoden's sensitive foreskin, licking all around and relishing his essence.
Theoden gripped the headboard and gasped as Uther's tongue lashed across the sensitive skin. He was glad of the sturdy wood to support him since otherwise he felt sure that he would have collapsed entirely. Not for the first time, he found himself biting back the urge to moan the man's name instead of his title. Instead Theoden tipped his head back and let his hips rock forward into the stimulation. Under the king's hot gaze, he had learned a certain amount of pride in his body, security in the knowledge that his appearance alone could entice a man to lose himself. The confidence had allowed Theoden to approach much of what they did without any trace of shame, would have even if his need hadn't already overpowered his ability to think too critically of their trysts.
Uther peppered Theoden's twitching length with hot kisses while his hands fairly mauled the boy's gorgeous bottom. "Ohhh... I love the way you taste, I love your beautiful cock," the king murmured as he began tonguing and sucking Theoden's flaring slit passionately. He felt his lover's body tremble with honeyfire. It amazed him how Theoden was even more beautiful in the throes of passion, the way he mewled and squirmed only served to throw fuel on Uther's own desire. Finally he parted his lips and took the boy deep inside his mouth, sucking him down greedily.
Theoden cried out. He was again grateful for the thick stone walls that gave them some privacy. The guards Uther stationed outside the door were likely no strangers to the sounds that often came from the room. Wide eyes watched the older man with unabashed hunger as Uther licked and sucked and finally took him down in one gulp. The boy's fingers fluttered against the wood as he fought for control. "Sire," he breathed helplessly, hips shifting as he fought to keep them still, to give them both a moment to breathe.
Theoden's weeping length embedded itself firmly in the back of Uther's throat. He sealed his lips around the base, allowing his lover the opportunity to luxuriate in the warmth of his mouth. Then, he was bobbing his royal head back and forth, swallowing Theoden down time and time again. His hands were all over the boy's body, paying particular attention to his slender hips and delicious arse. He eased his fingers into the cleft, playing across Theoden's sensitive opening, which Uther found tender and wet from last night's exertions.
Theoden spread his legs and groaned, relishing the intimacy and the fact that the king wanted him. He knew that Uther rarely spoke words of kindness and comfort. The apology he'd received was a rare and beautiful thing, was something he would relish for a long time to come. "Yes... yes, sire, please... please... inside me..." Even the king's fingers would be enough for him once he had the opportunity to let go at last. This was what he'd wanted and needed all along: just Uther.
Uther's fingers dove into Theoden's delicious body, giving into the boy's sweet plea without delay. He worked his lover over with unrestrained passion, swallowing down Theoden's heated length while each stroke of his probing digits rewarded the king with even more tasty precum. His eyes drank in the expression of ecstasy torn across that lovely face above him, and it filled Uther with pride knowing he was giving Theoden so much pleasure. He held Theoden deep in his throat, burying his nose in the boy's fragrant bush and inhaling his scent deeply.
That was enough to finish the boy. He gasped and came, body arched and face flushed with pleasure. The king's name was on his lips, and Theo found himself coming dangerously close to blacking out altogether. With an effort, he clung to the support of the headboard while his hips jerked helplessly.
Uther drank Theoden's essence down like a man dying of a thirst. Despite the heated couplings of last night's drunken orgy, Theoden, as always, had an overabundance in stock to give. The king feasted on his lover until he was completely spent, and even then he took his time in licking the boy completely clean. "Mmm... How anyone can possibly taste so wonderful is beyond me," he complimented, tugging Theoden into his arms and sealing their lips together again.
"I'm glad that you are pleased, sire," Theoden whispered between kisses. "Tell me, how can I ease your mind until the cermony begins." They had time enough to play more and still be presentable in time for Luther to preside over his son's marriage.
Uther was still savoring the taste of Theoden's essence when he replied, "I would dearly love to have the same treatment from you, my love." He took himself in hand, offering up his royal length for the boy to seal his lips over. The king was achingly hard and dripping, his desire for Theoden overriding the effects of his massive hangover. "Please?" he added.
Theoden beamed his agreement and slithered down the king's body. He had his kiss-swollen lips wrapped around Uther's cock in seconds, drawing on the length as if he needed to drink every drop ad badly as he needed air to breathe.