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Diplomatic trips were an inconvenient exhaustion for Thorin. He had travelled enough in his lifetime, and yet as King he had to set aside his complaints and do the duties required of him. Thankfully trips to the Iron Hills were few and far between. What kept him going was knowing he'd return to his One's arms when he was home once more.
Thorin had rushed the last leg of their journey back to Erebor, impatient to see Bilbo. By the time he arrived to the mountain it was late into the night and once he had bathed and was ready to see his Consort, the hobbit was fast asleep in their bed. Thorin was more than happy to settle with wrapping himself around his hobbit and fall asleep with his nose pressed into Bilbo's curls. For the first time in weeks, Thorin slept soundly.
Somehow, his hobbit escaped the bed without rousing Thorin. The King woke slowly, the sheets cold beside him. He was hoping to at the very least have breakfast with Bilbo, perhaps even sneak in some heavy petting in bed before they started their busy day. Alas, the consort was long gone from their quarters. Thorin's mood increasingly worsened as he went about his morning. Where had Bilbo run off to? Was he avoiding him?
Before his over active mind ran Thorin into the ground, he finally saw his One at his first meeting. Bilbo never failed to make his stomach flutter and his heart race. It had been too long since he had seen his honey eyes or his cheeky smile. Those pointy ears poked through his curls and Thorin's fingers twitched at his side- itching to run his fingers over the rounded tips to draw out Bilbo's moans. Bilbo's eyes met his and the smile sent his way practically lit up the room.
Unfortunately it would be improper for Thorin to sweep Bilbo off of his feet and into his lap for the meeting. Instead he strode up to the hobbit as dwarrow slowly filed in. "Amralime." Thorin rumbled with a warm smile. He opened his arms and Bilbo got on his toes to wrap his arms around Thorin's neck. They pressed their foreheads together and the dwarf sighed with relief. Nothing compared to having Bilbo safe in his embrace.
It was easy to ignore the gazes from the lords and ladies when Bilbo chuckled and chastely kissed his lips. "I missed you, oh husband of mine."
"And I you, ghivashel. Especially this morning." The King wouldn't pout, but it was a near thing.
Bilbo pulled away from Thorin's grasp and went to his seat beside the King's. "I'm sure you did, but I'm a busy hobbit, my love! I'm sure I can make it up to you." A mischevious grin and wink was sent his way.
Thorin sat at the head of the table, the chatter around them easily disguising their quiet flirting. "I'm sure you will." His hand found Bilbo's thigh under the table and squeezed.
Unfortunately giving Bilbo his undivided attention could not go on forever. As Thorin updated his trusted council on his trip to the Iron Hills, his hand remained steadfast on Bilbo's thigh. The hobbit kept him present despite the dullness of it all. Once upon a time Thorin would have leapt for joy for a dull meeting. Dull was a good issue compared to years past filled with fear and survival. And yet, his mind couldn't help but be distracted by the reunion both he and his husband desired.
At one point, Bilbo stood to dismiss himself to a small table in the room hosting snacks and drinks- the hobbit's idea to keep spirits during discussions of important matters. Thorin was mid sentence when he saw it. The King choked on his words when his Consort parted his pretty lips and stuck out his tongue at Thorin. Although lewd, the act itself wasn't what made Thorin nearly fall out of his seat. It was the fact a silver ball now sat at the center of Bilbo's tongue. A piercing. His husband got a tongue piercing while he was away. Bilbo's smile was brazen once he tucked his pierced tongue away from Thorin's fiery gaze.
"Your Majesty, is everything alright?"
Clearing his throat, Thorin forced his eyes away from the devil of a hobbit he married. "Excuse me, it seems my throat is sore after my travels."
Bilbo swept in by his side to place a mug of ale in front of him. "Here you go, love."
Thorin gave him a half hearted glare but he mumbled, "Thank you."
Every time Bilbo spoke for the rest of the meeting, Thorin couldn't help but stare at his mouth. Every flash of metal stirred his gut with desire. The hobbit was well aware of his allure and furthered his teasing with his hand grasped onto Thorin's thigh. The awful minx.
By the time the meeting was adjourned, Thorin was practically vibrating with want. Bilbo swiftly stood and left to go chat with a new dwarrowdam he was befriending. The King remained seated as he calmed his thoughts so his half hard cock would go down.
"It seems the Consort has discovered the beauty of piercings. Dwarven fashion suits him well." Lord Alrik rumbled to Thorin's left.
Jaw tight, Thorin glared at the lord. "Excuse me?" He ground out, more polite than he’d like to be. It seemed Bilbo had rubbed off on him in more ways than one.
The dwarf chuckled and nodded at Bilbo. "Your hobbit, my Majesty. Piercings suit him well, I look forward to seeing if he adds anything else."
Jealous rage coursed through Thorin's veins. His nostrils flared and he ground his teeth together. "Is that so? I hadn't realized you paid such close attention to my husbands mouth." His voice was quiet but dripped with venom.
Alrik turned to Thorin with wide eyes. He lifted his hands and nervously babbled, "N-No! Absolutely not, Your Majesty. I-" Thorin's chair ground against the floor as he slowly stood and walked towards the lord. "I only knew because my cousin- my cousin-" He squeaked when Thorin's hand landed on his shoulder.
The King raised a brow, "Your cousin did what?"
"She pierced the Consort, your Majesty. It-It's her craft." Alrik nervously laughed and gestured as if using a needle. "She's great with a sword but even more fierce with a needle."
All of the jealously swiftly left Thorin's sails. He blinked and mumbled, "Oh." Thorin pat the lord's shoulder and gave him a cool smile. "Thank her for me, will you?" Alrik's hair bobbed as he nodded.
The mixture of possessive jealousy, longing, and lust pushed Thorin's impatience over the edge. He walked over to Bilbo's side and strung his arm through the hobbit's. "Excuse my interruption, but I have matters to discuss with my husband." Thorin's voice was thick as he tried to be as polite as he could to Bilbo's friend.
Bilbo properly hooked their arms together and smiled at the dam. "Excuse him, dear, we have yet to properly meet since he returned. I'll invite you over for tea soon, I'm dying to hear more about your travels." He clung onto Thorin's side as the King lead them out into the hall. "I see someone's in a rush." The hobbit huffed.
Thorin rolled his eyes before pulling Bilbo into one of the secret royal passages. He pushed the hobbit against the wall and loomed over him. "You'll be the death of me, Bilbo Baggins." Thorin growled before diving to capture his lips.
Bilbo hummed an appreciative moan and tangled his fingers in Thorin's hair. "What did I do this time?" He whispered with a grin. Thorin's heart skipped in response to Bilbo's blown out eyes and flushed, freckled cheeks.
Thorin chuckled and mumbled, "I missed you." Before licking into Bilbo's mouth. Cool metal teased his tongue and Thorin unabashedly moaned.
Their kiss broke when Bilbo ground up against Thorin's half hard cock. "I-I missed you too." The hobbit panted against lips.
Thorin hefted Bilbo up and his legs swiftly wrapped around his hips. "What inspired the piercing, ghivashel?" He asked in between heated kisses. Thorin moved his kisses away from Bilbo's lips down his neck. His skin was pristine and Thorin's teeth ached to change that. He hungrily began to bite and suckle marks into him as Bilbo writhed with pleasure.
"Ah-Ahh- I was envious o-of how much you enjoyed your nipple piercings." Bilbo's hands snuck down to grope at Thorin's chest. The bulky layers annoyingly blocked his nimble fingers from pinching said nipples. "Plus, I knew you'd go feral to see my tongue against your cock like this."
With a growl, Thorin surged up to kiss Bilbo once more. Their clothed cocks rut together and their soft grunts and moans echoed in the small hallway.
An obnoxious cough tore the two apart. Bilbo nearly jumped from Thorin's arms, but the dwarf held him tight. With reddened cheeks they turned to see an unimpressed pair consisting of Nori and Dwalin. "Don't you two have royal duties you ought to get to?" Nori drawled from where he leaned against the wall.
Thorin growled and attempted to tuck Bilbo against his chest, only for the hobbit to push against him. "Let me down you big lug." He grumbled, nose twitching as he glared up at Thorin. Dwalin snorted.
"I should be asking you both the same thing." Thorin griped as he released Bilbo. The hobbit rolled his eyes and adjusted his clothes. There was only so much they could do to look a modicum of proper considering what they were caught doing.
"Aye, we're actually doing our jobs. This is just the fastest way to go 'bout it." Dwalin replied.
Bilbo scoffed and pointed at them. "Oh please, as if you two haven't snuck off to snog. I haven't seen my husband in weeks!" He stomped his foot, irritation radiating off of the hobbit. Thorin only smiled at the display.
Nori pursed his lips. "Yeah, but it's gross when you two do it." Dwalin chuckled behind him and slapped his ass, indicating his agreement.
The hobbit threw his hands up in the air. "Dwarves!" He turned around and grabbed Thorin by his braids before pulling him down for an open, heated kiss. "I'll see you later." Bilbo promised against his lips before walking past him to leave the passageway.
Thorin adjusted his pants in an attempt to hide his bulge. He crossed his arms over his chest and glowered at his two close friends. "I'll remember that the next time one of your incessant brothers is looking for you." Thorin threatened before turning to follow in Bilbo's footsteps and leave.
"Drama queen!" Dwalin called after him.
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Mood soured once more, Thorin's lust was long gone by the time he arrived to his office. He sighed as he settled behind his desk and buried his face in his hands. "Mahal save me…"
"I may not be Mahal but I may be able to help." A familiar voice chirped under his desk. Thorin shouted and nearly fell back from his chair when he saw his husband peaking out from under his desk.
"Bilbo!" He whisper yelled. Thorin looked up at the open door and then back down at the grinning hobbit.
"That's more like it." Bilbo purred as his hands found Thorin's thighs. "I believe we were interrupted?"
Thorin's vision blurred with rampant desire. "We were indeed…" He was quick to grip Bilbo's chin, his thumb parting those plump lips. The hobbit's lids grew heavy and he obediently opened his mouth to display his new accessory. Thorin's mouth watered from the picture before him. His thumb slid into Bilbo's mouth to press against his tongue. The hobbit moaned, causing Thorin's grip to strengthen against his jaw. "It seems my pretty toy needs something to do with his mouth."
Whimpering, Bilbo scooted closer and closed his lips around Thorin's thumb. That damned piercing pressed against his skin as his husband lewdly sucked on his thumb. Thorin groaned and leant back in his chair, slowly fucking Bilbo's mouth with his finger. Bilbo's lashes fluttered and he grabbed Thorin's free hand to direct to his hair. Gripping silky curls, the dwarf chuckled lowly. "Such a good boy. You missed my touch, hm?" Bilbo nodded and sucked Thorin deeper into his mouth, flicking his tongue side to side to highlight his new piercing. Thorin's cock twitched in his pants and he licked his lips. "I missed you too, ghivashel. I ached for you every night… Dreamt of these sinful lips and talented tongue."
The sound of boots echoing in the hall pulled Thorin's gaze away from Bilbo's pleading eyes. He scooted closer to crowd Bilbo deeper under his desk but kept Bilbo's mouth in his grip. Thorin sat straighter and calmed his breath in time for guild leader Gorim to walk in. "Ah, Your Majesty, is now a good time?" Thorin fought the desire to glance down at Bilbo. He grunted with a nod.
Thorin absently listened to the annoying voice that interrupted their ill timed intimacy. No one ever said ruling was easy. If only it were simple enough for the two to slide away into their quarters to fuck. No, Thorin had to struggle to breathe as his husband released his thumb, only to move to his other digits. Gentle, silent kisses were placed on his finger tips. The King could certainly see Gorim's lips move, but he couldn't hear a sound as more fingers were enveloped by wet warmth. And that damn piercing was cool and smooth compared to Bilbo's lewd tongue.
"Your Majesty?" Gorim cleared his throat and looked at Thorin expectantly.
"Yes?" Thorin would simply have to act and push through.
"Did you have any thoughts? The demand to open the mine once more has been high."
Thorin guided Bilbo's head to suck his fingers as though they were his cock. Meanwhile he could feel his dick begin to stain his smalls with pre cum from the obscenity of their situation. "I need a proper updated report to make such a decision. You should know that, Gorim. I will not be hasty in opening a potentially dangerous mine." He gruffly replied.
Gorim tightened his lips and nodded. "Yes your Majesty."
The King nodded at the door in dismissal and the dwarf bowed before leaving. "Gorim? Close the door behind you."
When the door clicked shut, Thorin sat back and pulled Bilbo close as he thrust his fingers deep. The hobbit gagged but looked up at Thorin with pure want. Thorin grinned and fucked his mouth for a few more wonderous moments before pulling out. "Open." Thorin growled. He grabbed Bilbo's chin once more and wrenched his hair back and forced his mouth open with his grip. Bilbo moaned and pushed out his tongue like the whore he was. Thorin roughly spit into his willing mouth. "Swallow." Bilbo's eyes rolled back and his body shuddered as he swallowed Thorin's saliva. "Good boy." Thorin purred. "Such a pretty slut for me. That's just the beginning, ghivashel. Soon I'll paint your tongue with my cum."
Bilbo moaned and nodded. "Y-Yes please." He licked his lips and squeezed the inside of Thorin's thighs. "Please, Thorin? Use my mouth however you please. I'll be quiet."
Before he could respond a knock interrupted them. Thorin growled and released Bilbo's jaw. His other hand remained on his head, petting his curls as he pretended to read a document with the other. Thorin once again attempted to collect himself. "Enter." He barked.
This time it was Ori who entered. Thorin briefly looked up at the heavens and silently prayed for forgiveness. That prayer only doubled in volume when Bilbo began to nuzzle against his bulge. His adorable button nose ran across his length and Thorin could hear the quiet sound of him breathing in his musk. He dropped the parchment and looked at Ori with a strained smile. "Ori, it's good to see you."
Ori smiled and comfortably took a seat. Since he had married Fili, their relationship had grown much more casual. The shy dwarf had gotten out of his shell and was doing wonderfully shadowing Bilbo in learning his duties as future Consort. Hopefully, he wouldn't be as devious as the Consort mouthing at the head of his cock. "If you have a moment, I just wanted to inform you of a little bump in the road…" Ori's voice droned on and Thorin nodded as if listening.
Every press of those sinful lips through his pants made Thorin tense. The heat in his body was well past boiling. Bilbo's hand groped what his mouth didn't attend to. Thorin focused entirely on holding back his moans and to keep his breathing level. His cheeks felt warm, but Ori was too polite to comment any change in his appearance.
Thorin's pants were soon unlaced to reveal his smalls. The modicum of relief caused him to sigh and relax further into his chair. Bilbo sucked on his cock through the thin fabric. It grew wetter and wetter and it took everything in Thorin's will power to not look down at Bilbo, let alone not fuck his pretty mouth. Bilbo ran his tongue up his length, the extra pressure from the metal piercing making Thorin's jaw tighten.
The King tightly gripped Bilbo's hair, drawing a small sigh from the hobbit. Thankfully, Ori's monologue was loud enough to where he hadn't heard it.
Bilbo's ears twitched under his grip, and suddenly Thorin's cock was no longer receiving such brain melting attention. The hobbit's hand absently touched his cock, but his mouth was nowhere to be seen. Thorin's brow twitched and he frowned.
"Anyway, he ended up creating a petition to thwart Bilbo's efforts. It looks like it's gained a substantial amount of signatures so far-"
"Oh, I cannot believe him! That bastard!" Bilbo cried from under his desk.
Thorin and Ori froze, eyes wide as they stared at each other. All the blood drained from Ori's face and his jaw dropped. He looked at Thorin, down at the desk, and back up at the flustered King. "W-Was that? Is Bilbo-"
Burying his face in his hands, Thorin groaned. Bilbo was still hidden but he could practically feel his mirrored humiliation. "Ori." Thorin mumbled.
Ori squeaked.
"You should go."
"Yes. I-I think I should." The dwarf nodded vehemently and scrambled from his seat.
Parchment fell to the floor and he bent to pick them up and Thorin grunted, "Leave it."
"Right!" He laughed nervously and practically ran from the office.
As soon as the door shut, Bilbo's head hit Thorin's thigh and laughter began to bubble from his lips. Thorin looked down at Bilbo and he couldn't help but join him in his laughter. Bilbo looked beautiful, eyes crinkled and cheeks bright red as he buried himself into Thorin's leg. "Oh, Yavanna! Poor Ori!" Bilbo managed to say inbetween giggles.
"Poor Ori." Thorin agreed amidst his own chuckles.
Bilbo eventually calmed but his smile remained. His face slowly moved to nuzzle back into Thorin's bulge. He looked up at him with darkened eyes still gleaming with mirth. "I'm sorry, love, I couldn't help myself. I love your cock but I hate that infuriating Lord more."
Thorin raised his brow. "We both know that's not true."
"Is that so?" Bilbo teased as he finally freed Thorin's cock. He winked as he displayed his pierced tongue before running up from the base up to the swollen head. The hobbit moaned and tightened his grip on Thorin's dick. "And how can you be so confident?"
The dwarf groaned and held Bilbo's head in his hands. "Because-" Thorin was cut off with a choked moan when Bilbo began to suckle on the head of his cock. "B-Because you and I both know you're mine. That my cock haunts every hole of yours it's used." His nostrils flared and Thorin tweaked the tips of Bilbo's pointed ears. "That fool isn't going to stop you, amralime. Although, it is fun to see you get so passionate."
Bilbo squinted and flicked his piercing with precision. Thorin threw his head back and pulled Bilbo's mouth further down his dick. "Now, would you like to cock warm me or can I use your pretty throat?" His voice was thick with lust and his gaze was predatory when he looked down at Bilbo. The hobbit whimpered around his length, drool beginning to make a mess of them both.
Before Bilbo could respond, Thorin's door slammed open. The dwarf nearly screamed with frustration. Instead, he cleared his throat as he scoot closer to his deck and subsequently forced himself deeper into Bilbo's mouth.
Fili waltzed into his office, face curled up in confusion and protective anger. Kili was right on his heels, equally confused. "What did you do to Ori?" Kili demanded with a cry.
Thorin raised his hands and gave them an equally confused expression. Being an uncle made him quite the actor over the years. "What makes you think I did something?" Bilbo remained still, suckling on his cock and kneading his thighs. Thorin could practically imagine his blissed out expression. Nothing threw Bilbo into the deep end of submission quite like cock warming. His tongue lazily moved side to side, and his lips twitched around his pounding dick. Every drag of that piercing made Thorin pray for an escape from the worst possible luck they could have had.
"Oh please, we just saw Ori scuttling down the hall. He was bright red and couldn't speak!" Fili huffed and crossed his arms. He squinted, "What did you do to my husband?"
Thorin's groan was a mixture of frustration and lust. He pinched in between his brows and shook his head. "Fili, I did nothing to your husband."
Unimpressed, Kili added, "Well, he did manage to mutter something about Uncle Bilbo. Where is he?"
White lies were a normal, healthy part of parenting. It should have been easy for him to grit out that Bilbo had just left. But the damn hobbit was sucking his soul out of his cock and Thorin's brain was slowly leaking out of his ears. His silence was worst then any lie he could have conjured.
Fili's gaze was fierce as he observed his uncle. "Why is your face red?" His eyes dropped to the space under the desk and he flinched with disgust. "Oh Mahal- Uncle!" Fili
Kiki's eyes widened and he gasped. He then gagged and turned away. "No!"
Thorin growled and slammed his fist down onto the desk. "Get out!"
His nephews left the office with mutual glares. "For shame, Uncle!" Kili called behind his shoulder.
Rolling his eyes, Thorin bit back a retort about how many times he's stumbled upon Kili and Tauriel or Fili and Ori in equally compromising positions. The door slammed shut once more and Thorin ground back another reprimand for the boys. His chest heaved, and he scrubbed his face.
Through it all, his husband remained steadfast in his warming despite his erection waning. If anything, he only grew more lax in between Thorin's legs. Bilbo's cheek rested against the inside of his thigh and his lids were shut. He didn't have Thorin's cock down his throat, simply suckled on the portion of it that comfortably sat in his mouth. Thorin took a deep breath and appreciated the peace Bilbo trusted him with. He gently caressed his cheek and rumbled out a purr of pleasure. "Look at you…" Thorin sighed in awe. "Stunning."
Bilbo's lashes fluttered and he looked up at Thorin. The dwarf's heart nearly leapt out of his chest and his cock twitched. "Would you like to stay like this, ghivashel?" As much as he desired to cum down Bilbo's throat, the tenderness and trust in his lover's eyes deserved to be prioritized. The hobbit nodded and his lids fell shut once more. A small sigh escaped Bilbo and he nuzzled closer as Thorin scratched his scalp. "My beloved. Whatever you wish for, it is yours."
Now that silence finally prevailed in the room, Thorin felt himself relax. His cock softened in Bilbo's mouth as he read documents left for him by Balin. That only allowed for the hobbit to push closer and to cradle as much as he could. Drool made a mess of his lips and Thorin couldn't help but messily press against them with his thumb every few minutes- a reminder to Bilbo that he was watching and wanting.
It was rare for them to partake in cock warming in his office. Bilbo loved to do so in their room with a plush pillow under his knees and a fluffy robe tucked around his shoulders. However, it seemed the hobbit was impatient to tuck himself into Thorin and to present his gift. And what a gift it was. Thorin would have to give him a proper reward by the end of the day for being such a thoughtful lover for him. Despite all the awkward walk ins, Thorin still enjoyed every moment with Bilbo under his desk. Nothing made him feel young again quite like the hobbit's mischevious antics.
Once the moderately small stack of parchment was handled, Thorin redirected his attention to Bilbo. The hobbit was half asleep around his cock, eyes twitching under his lids and breathing steadyily. Thorin ran his hands through his curls before redirecting his attention to his ears. With familiarity, Thorin began to pinch and tug at each part that drove Bilbo wild. The hobbit whimpered with each movement until his eyes opened once more. His pleading stare were a sight to behold. Bilbo grasped onto Thorin's wrists as he continued his teasing.
Witnessing Bilbo's mounting pleasure helped bring his cock back to life. Each moan was a vibration down to his core. As he began to harden, Bilbo slowly pulled back. Thorin gripped his head to keep him still. "You've been so good for me, ghivashel." He licked his lips and grinned. "Why don't you continue being good and open your throat for me too, hm? Let me use what's mine after so long without?"
A lewd moan was the clear answer Thorin needed. Excitement flooded his veins. When he had first slept with the hobbit, Thorin had been concerned about Bilbo's fragility. His One not only proved him wrong but also rivaled his own lust for rough, fervent sex. To have it be sandwiched with tender moments of peace and love made it all the more rich.
Thorin pulled Bilbo's mouth off his cock. The hobbit whined and dove back to lap at the head, weakly glaring up at Thorin. He chuckled and pinched the tip of his ear. "Such a cock slut. Poor thing is so hungry."
Saliva coated Thorin's dick, making it easy for Bilbo to fist it. Half lidded and panting, Bilbo made for a drool worthy picture before he finally spoke. "Mhmmm… Only for you, my sweet. Missed your cock. Missed how you tasted, how you smelled..." His words were slurred and his voice was already wrecked- Thorin hadn't even abused his throat yet. "Can't wait to taste your cum after so long." The hobbit bit his lip with excitement before he opened his mouth and showing off his piercing, aiming Thorin's cock at his tongue.
It took everything in his willpower to not cum in that moment. Thorin's hips bucked and he tore Bilbo's hand away. He slapped his fat cock on Bilbo's tongue with a growl. "Mine." Before stuffing Bilbo's mouth. The hobbit's moan was muffled, but Thorin felt how much he enjoyed the act. "Open nice and wide for me, ghiva. Relax." He purred, eyes locked onto Bilbo's as he forced his cock down to the hilt.
Thorin could see the bulge in Bilbo's throat and he felt his muscles constrict around his throbbing head. The dwarf moaned as Bilbo gagged and Thorin pulled him off with a firm grip to his curls. "Th-That's okay, amralime. Gag and cry all you like but I know you can take it. I know you need it." Thorin carressed his ear before softly adding, "And you can always tap out, hm?" Bilbo nodded and squeezed his calf in agreeance.
Smiling, Thorin sat back as he lazily bobbed Bilbo's mouth along his cock. The pace was slow, but he made sure to force Bilbo's nose to kiss his curls with each pass to feel his sensitive muscles milk him closer to an orgasm. Tears spilled down Bilbo's cheeks, but he only looked up at Thorin with reverance and want. The dwarf sighed and panted out his pleasure, praising Bilbo when he could manage to form the thoughts to do so. "My pretty toy… Mahal, I missed this. So fucking perfect like this… I love to hear you gag and choke on my cock. You've come so far, ghiva. Remember how you struggled to take even half of me when we first met?" Thorin asked as he held Bilbo still, fully sheathed watching his eyes roll back with delirious lust. His balls tightened and the string in his gut was on the brink of breaking.
A lewd slurp echoed as Thorin pulled Bilbo off of his cock. The hobbit heaved and licked his lips before smiling up at his husband. Thorin stood and cradled Bilbo's drenched chin. He messily wiped the mess of saliva and precum across the hobbit's lips as he caught his breath. "I'm going to cum soon, and when I do I want to mark that pretty new gift of yours, okay? And maybe if you're lucky I'll paint your face along with it."
"O-Oh fuck." Bilbo shivered and nodded. "Y-Yes please. Fuck me, Thorin, plea-" The hobbit's begging was cut off when Thorin fucked his mouth once more.
Feral grunts and moans escaped the dwarf as he held Bilbo's head still and carelessly used him. Thorin's body shook and he growled as he felt himself approach his peak. "Yes! That's it, pet, such a good hole for me. My pretty cock sleeve, g-gunna cum. Need to see you marked, need to remind you who's you are." Bilbo's whimpered moans were lewd paired with his choking and slupring. He was helpless under Thorin's brutal assault to his throat. And yet, his body writhed with pleasure and he arched into the fucking.
Thorin pulled out and barked, "Mine!" The hobbit sobbed and opened his mouth, pushing out his tongue and whining as he looked up at Thorin under his tear clumped lashes.
With a roar, Thorin finally came. He milked his cock with his hand and painted Bilbo's pink tongue with his cum. It was with great satisfaction to see that maddening piercing coated with his seed. Thorin moved to paint Bilbo's lips and cheeks as well, a predatory grin growing as he marked his husband. "That's it, my good boy. Perfect, so fucking perfect for me. My love." He rumbled with approval.
Bilbo closed his mouth and swallowed before licking his lips. "Mhmmm.." He hummed and sat on his heels. Thorin fell back onto his chair and tucked away his cock before pulling the hobbit onto his lap. He cradled him close and kissed him deeply, uncaring to taste himself on his lover's tongue. "Missed you… Miss this." Bilbo mumbled.
"I know, amralime. Me too. You were so good for me." Thorin wiped the cum off of Bilbo's cheeks to offer to his hobbit. Bilbo shook his head so Thorin wiped it on his pants instead.
Bilbo cleared his throat and asked, "Water?"
Thorin surveyed his office and grunted with a frown. "No. But I'd quite like to take you to bed, so why I don't I carry you to our room? I'll clean you up and you can have anything you'd like there."
With a pout, Bilbo buried himself in Thorin's neck. "Anything?" He asked as Thorin stood, carrying Bilbo as though his brand new bride.
"Anything." He affirmed with a kiss to his forehead. Bilbo sighed happily and relaxed.
It would likely send Thorin to an early grave for anyone to see his husband in such a state. With swollen lips, tearful eyes, and in a fucked out haze, Bilbo was only his to see. So, Thorin prayed that the royal passages were empty unlike before. It was a longer walk then they'd like but it was peaceful and safe.
Once they were in the true privacy of their bed chambers, Thorin gently laid Bilbo out on the bed. He kissed his temple and mumbled, "I'll be back."
He returned with a basin of clean water and a cloth along with a waterskin for Bilbo to drink from. As the hobbit drank, Thorin set about gently washing his face. "You were so good for me, amralime. I'm going to take care of you, hm?"
"You always do." Bilbo softly responded, closing his eyes and nuzzling into Thorin's hand.
Once Bilbo was no longer sticky, Thorin cradled his face and gently kissed him. "I'm going to take care of that cock too, my precious love." He mumbled against Bilbo's lips. Before he could make good of his promise he tidied up everything he had brought Bilbo. Thorin heard the sound of rustling fabric and when he returned to Bilbo's side the hobbit was naked. His cock was half hard and he languidly jerked himself with a lazy grin.
He grabbed Bilbo's hand and clicked his tongue. "Naughty hobbit. Didn't you hear me? I'm going to take care of you. Behave."
Bilbo whined and weakly fought Thorin's grasp. "I've been hard for much too long, darling."
"Poor thing." Thorin's tone was terribly condescending as he dropped Bilbo's hand. His eyes were locked onto his husband's as he began to strip. "Did you cum earlier? When I used that slutty mouth of yours?"
Bilbo held his hands above his head to stop himself from touching both Thorin and himself. His cheeks and ears grew pink and his nose twitched. Bilbo's eyes looked away from Thorin's eyes to instead appreciate each inch of revealed skin. "No." He sniffed.
Chuckling, Thorin shook his head fondly. He began untying his pants, purposefully slow. "Liar." He stepped out of his pants and grabbed Bilbo's hands to allow him the honors to reveal himself in his entirety. "It's a good thing hobbits bounce back so quickly."
Warm fingers were swiftly sliding across Thorin's skin. Bilbo impatiently tugged his smalls down, but his touch focused elsewhere. He groped Thorin's hips and ran his nails up his hairy stomach to his chest.
Before Bilbo could go to town, Thorin crawled onto the bed and straddled Bilbo's lap. The hobbit blinked up at him and Thorin smiled. "Touch me, ghiva, while I prepare myself for you." He leant over to grab a vial from their bedside table.
A small gasp of excitement escaped Bilbo. "Oh! Well-" He groped Thorin's sizable pecs with a grin. "Don't mind if I do." Nimble fingers began the familiar dance of pinching and teasing Thorin's pierced nipples. The dwarf began to pant, staring down at Bilbo with all the lust and love he had built up over the weeks apart.
With slickened fingers Thorin slowly worked himself open. It was rushed and half hearted due to his growing impatience to feel Bilbo inside of him. Thorin's eyes scrunched up and he whimpered when Bilbo gave him a harsh tug at the same time his fingers pressed against his prostate. "F-Fuck!"
"Stunning." Bilbo breathed. "Yavanna.. Thorin, you have consumed my heart and soul. No one compares to your beauty. The mountain felt so cold without you by my side. Today couldn't arrive fast enough." The hobbit gripped his hips and sat up. His mouth latched onto Thorin's chest which successfully drew a low moan from Thorin's throat.
Thorin's lashes fluttered open and he hugged Bilbo with his free arm. Praise falling from his husband's lips still rocked Thorin to his core. Even after all their years as a couple, it was still shocking to hear how Bilbo saw him. How beautiful he was to his One. Nothing made him want to jump his bones quite like that reminder. He rocked his hips, his cock grinding against the hobbit's chest with each thrust. "Ma-Mahal, Bilbo… Need you."
As a hobbit, Bilbo's cock was smaller compared to his dwarf companions. Perhaps it was excessive, but Thorin added a third finger to ensure an easy slide. He didn't wish to wait or to hold back once Bilbo slid home inside of him.
Bilbo looked up at Thorin with adoration as his tongue played with the golden barbells. The grip to his hips slowly shifted to grope his ass and Thorin could feel his smaller cock pulse against his thigh. "Bilbo." Thorin growled.
Popping off of his chest, Bilbo smiled. "Yes, my sweet?"
"I am going to drain you dry."
Bilbo groaned and weakly thrust up against Thorin's heat. "Please do." He fell back with a huff when Thorin pushed against his chest. He pulled out his fingers and eagerly gripped Bilbo's cock to spread the remaining slick. Thorin could no longer hold himself back from sliding down, taking Bilbo's cock to the hilt. His mouth dropped with a lewd groan and his eyes rolled back. Thorin was finally complete with his husband inside of him.
Clutching Thorin's hips, Bilbo shouted as his cock was suddenly enveloped in blissful heat. "T-Thorin!" He cried. Bilbo's toes curled and he threw his head back as Thorin tightly clenched around him.
Thorin's hair was wild as he began to bounce on Bilbo's cock. His hands were steadied behind him beside Bilbo's legs, highlighting his own flexing thighs and his bobbing dick. With how tight Bilbo was holding his hips Thorin wouldn't be surprised if he woke up with bruises. Under Bilbo's dark and awe struck gaze, Thorin felt beautiful. "How do I feel, amralime? Did you miss this?" He felt cocky enough to grin as he rolled his hips slowly and sensually. His husbands cock was perfect for him. Deliciously thick and curved just right to where if he focused it would rail his prostate with each thrust until he was shaking. "I know I missed this, m-missed you. Missed using your cock like the toy it is."
"Oh-Oh- O-Of course I did." Bilbo ground out. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his jaw was dropped as moans freely fell past his lips. "Please, use me!" Bilbo shook, unable to meet Thorin's thrusts due to the force the dwarf used against him. "Oh- Thorin I'm not going to last-" He whimpered and babbled, "Please, can I cum? Please? You feel so good, I didn't touch myself once while you were gone. Please, Thorin!"
A breathless chuckle left Thorin. He quickened his pace and nodded, "Go ahead, ghivashel. Cum inside of me, fill me." He threw himself forward and crowded Bilbo against the sheets as he writhed. Thorin growled against Bilbo's open lips, "Mark me, my love."
With a warbled cry, Bilbo's nails dragged down Thorin's back as he came. The dwarf kissed him fiercely, swallowing each sound he drew out of his husband. Heat flooded Thorin, and he moaned as he ground down and accepted Bilbo's seed. "Yes!" He growled. "That's it, my sweet hobbit-" Thorin clenched, making Bilbo curl up and whine. "If I were capable of carrying, I have no doubt you could fuck a baby into me."
"Thorin please-" Bilbo's eyes were wet and he thrust up into him. "You horrid tease." He nipped Thorin's bottom lip. The dwarf chuckled and kissed him hungrily, happy to warm Bilbo's cock until it hardened once more. Thankfully for him, it didn't take long.
Thorin's cock comfortably rutted against Bilbo's soft stomach as they kissed. His hair was pushed back and lovingly stroked, gentle tugs drawing small moans of approval from the dwarf. Thorin was drunk off of Bilbo- his love, his touch, and his cum. He needed more. Needed to consume him in his entirety until all Bilbo could do was take it.
It wasn't long until Thorin felt Bilbo's cock rising to the occasion once more. He growled and pulled his tongue out of Bilbo's mouth, pleased to see saliva connecting them. The hobbit looked pathetic and perfect underneath him. Thorin sat up and grabbed Bilbo's jaw, "That round was a reward, my treasure. For your obscene gift and wonderful submission." He licked his lips, tasting him remnants of his own cum thanks to Bilbo's tongue. "Now, it's my turn to take my pleasure. You may cum as you please, but I won't stop. Can you handle it?"
Bilbo all but melted at the information. "Y-Yes. Of course. Please, take your pleasure from me. Use me until I'm sobbing and shaking, I don't care. I just want to see you feel good."
Thorin gently slapped Bilbo's cheek and he could feel the cock in his ass swell at the action. "That's a good boy for me." The hobbit whimpered and looked like a desperate pup as he awaited Thorin's next move.
Thorin sat up and held Bilbo's gaze. He grabbed the hobbits hands and directed them to his chest. "Can your fucked out brain handle focusing on touching me, pretty boy?" A sharp pinch drew a gasp and then a strained laugh.
Eyes shut, Thorin focused on his own pleasure as he began to ride Bilbo's cock. Loud moans began to escape him as he found the angle to have Bilbo's thick head hit his prostate with each roll of his hips. Pleasure burned down to his toes and he grew careless with his strength as he fucked down onto Bilbo's hips. The hobbit was whining and moaning as his strong fingers worked his chest just as he liked. It was heaven.
"Th-Thorin- Oh! Y-You fe-feel so good! So-So hot and ti-tight. I-I'm- " With a sudden wail, Bilbo was shaking as he suddenly came in Thorin's ass. That didn't stop the dwarf from taking what he needed. Thorin merely opened his eyes to watch Bilbo fall apart thanks to him. That more than anything made his cock weep.
One of the many benefits of having a hobbit as a husband was the surreal fact that if Bilbo were excited enough, his cock would remain hard and aching after he came. A fact Thorin abused on more than one occasion. Tonight would be one of many where Thorin could cum from his prostate alone because of such a fact.
Tears began to pool in Bilbo's hazel eyes. "Good." Thorin praised in between his own moans. Thorin gathered his wrists and slammed them above Bilbo's head. He growled out, "Open." Not once did his hips stutter despite his shaking thighs and leaking cock. Fire roared in his eyes as Thorin watched Bilbo obediently open his mouth nice and wide, silver flashing on his tongue. The hobbit's were louder and more needy as tears finally spilled over his cheeks.
"Mine." Thorin squeezed his wrists and ground down hard as he spit into Bilbo's willing mouth. Bilbo's eyes rolled back and he felt another weak spurt of cum inside of him. The hobbit sobbed after he swallowed his husband's gift. Thorin chuckled, wild and brazen as Bilbo opened his mouth and whined for more. Instead, Thorin ducked his head to fuck his pretty toy with his tongue.
As he used Bilbo in his entirety, his prostate shot fire through his veins. Thorin's moans grew louder and his movements grew messy and uncoordinated. He stopped kissing Bilbo to instead bury his face in Bilbo's damp neck as he neared the edge. "Ri-Right there. Oh-Oh! Fuck, Bilbo-" Thorin came with a shout. His whole body shuddered and writhed as his milked his cock through the divine pressure to his prostate.
Thick ropes of cum stained them both by the time Thorin was done. He was certain Bilbo had cum once more, but he hardly noticed considering how wet he was from his previous loads. Messy kisses of devotion were peppered up Bilbo's neck where his scent was richest. Thorin kissed him sweetly and let go of his wrists to cradle his face.
"Good boy… Mahal, you're so good to me. My good boy." Thorin purred.
Bilbo's hiccuped and sniffled. "Y-You-Yours."
Thorin kissed away his tears and nuzzled his cheek. "And I'm yours." He slowly lifted himself with achey knees. Thorin groaned when Bilbo fell out of him and an obscene amount of seed dripped out of him. "O-Only you can ruin me so, amralime."
With a proud smile, Bilbo's hands groped Thorin's ass. He chuckled and then sighed. "It's a good thing you actually can't get pregnant."
Thorin pouted and bit the tip of Bilbo's nose. "Don't remind me."
Bilbo opened his eyes and cooed, "Oh, love," before kissing him passionately. "I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too." Thorin mumbled with a smile. He then rolled off of Bilbo and fell onto the bed with a grunt. They would need to change the bedding, but he hardly cared as he finally rested his body.
Curling up on his side, Bilbo propped himself up and gently pet Thorin's hairy stomach. "I hope you enjoyed that gift because it was insufferable while it healed."
Thorin blinked slowly up at Bilbo and then laughed. He ran his hand through Bilbo's curls and sighed fondly. "Why am I unsurprised to hear that?"
Bilbo pursed his lips. "I couldn't do my two favorite things, Thorin! Talk or eat! I was in quite the mood that week."
More laughter bubbled out of Thorin and he tugged Bilbo down into a smiling kiss. "You poor thing." He cooed. "My determined hobbit, braving such a week for my cock."
The hobbit couldn't contain his own smile. Bilbo butt their foreheads together and snorted. "Insufferable dwarf."
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Once they were both clean and replenished with food and snuggles, they began to redress to continue their days. Bilbo froze as he was buttoning his shirt and asked stiffly, "Thorin?"
Thorin looked up from the mirror. "Yes?"
Their eyes met and Bilbo's face was filled with horror. "Did Fili, Kili, and Ori all-"
"Yes." Thorin cut him off with a grimace.
"Oh." Bilbo squeaked. He buried his red face in his hands. "Oh-Oh we need to apologize… Perhaps get them a gift?"
Frowning, Thorin scoffed. "I never got a gift when I walked in on those fools."
Bilbo slapped his arm. "How old are you?" Thorin grumbled to himself as Bilbo continued on. "Poor things. Yes, I'll make a lovely dinner and get them some gifts today. Not an outright apology, that would be too much, but something to hopefully ease the pain."
Thorin sighed in defeat and nodded. "Whatever you say, amralime. Kili is in need of a new bow, and Fili has been complaining about needed some new beard oils."
Bilbo gave him a radiant smile and hopped up to give him a loud kiss on the cheek. "You're such a good Uncle."
Thorin's cheeks grew warm and he turned to capture Bilbo in a proper kiss. "As are you."
Smiles on their lips, they were soon redressed and ready to return to the chaos Erebor provided. And if Thorin walked with a limp and Bilbo's voice was rough, no one made any comments about the reunited lovers.
