The Savage

Part 3: Chapter Twelve: Davyth

Davyth groaned as he shoved Rhodri down onto the council table and thrust himself inside him. Rhodri's cry of pleasure and pain could've made him cum right then but he grit his teeth and slowed his pulse. Grabbing a fist full of Rhodri's sandy blond hair, Davyth pulled him upright gripping him by the throat as he sunk deeper. Reaching around, Davyth stoked Rhodri's cock to his own rhythm. Rhodri moaned arching his back.

"Come for me." Davyth whispered into his ear.

"Don't cum in me. Not before the meeting." Rhodri begged between groans.

Davyth chuckled, "But I want you to drip."

Quivering Davyth slammed deeper into Rhodri as he climaxed. Unable to control himself Rhodri came, spilling his seed across the smooth table top. Davyth staggered back, spent as Rhodri steadied himself against the table.

"Bastard." Rhodri laughed.

Davyth smiled ringing a silver bell that sat in front of his chair on the council table. From a door a maid popped her head in, blushing instantly when she saw the two men still naked from the waist down.

"Linens and ale." Davyth ordered.

The girl was only gone briefly, returning with a tray carrying the desired items. Keeping her eyes on the floor she set the tray on the table and hurried from the room.

Taking a linen Rhodri cleaned himself up, "Don't you think we should be more discreet?"

Tucking himself away, Davyth tied his breeches, "No, why?"

"Someone could report us to the Patriarch."

"They wouldn't dare. I'm the King." Davyth replied nonchalantly.

"You're not the king yet."

"Just about. And what would the Patriarch say? The Nameless forbids sticking your cock into another man." Davyth mimicked the high pitched voice of Cadfan Hennion. "He can't unseat me."

Rhodri wiped the table top, "I'm not sure he would agree with you."

Davyth laughed, "Let him try. I'll have him quartered in the streets." Coming up behind Rhodri he reached around and tied his trousers.

Rhodri twisted in his arms around to face his lover, "What about the Nameless?"

Davyth's brow furrowed, "You're not getting moral on me, are you?"

Rhodri laughed softly kissing Davyth, "No, of course not. I just worry. The Ilyfr says bad things come to those who do bad deeds."

"I'm not worried. So you shouldn't be either." Davyth said turning and waving a hand dismissively.

Pouring a mug of ale, Davyth sat. He was enjoying the council meetings far more now that Gryffyth's insensate voice was no longer apart of them and Rhodri's ass was.

"The council is small. You planning on adding anyone else?" Rhodri asked pouring his own.

"I do. It can't just be you and Povey. I'll add a few Senators back. As soon as they comply with making me Regent."

A urgent little tap tap came from the double doors at the front of the chamber.

"Enter!" Davyth called.

Gawain slowly opened the doors and peered in, "Your grace?"

"In or out, Gawain." Davyth said sipping his ale.

Stepping in, Gawain closed the door behind him, "I have your agenda and the reports, your grace."

"Of course you do. Bring it here, let me see them."