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Lightweight and yet so heavy, the dim light coming from the hall behind made every single piece in the grand necklace shine. Drop shaped gems and white chains, intricately created to complete at the centerpiece with white silver wrapping it in a whole, the heart shape in the middle was the true sight of its beauty.
What a show to be wasted on an elf, one who was once a wife to that filthy, revolting wood-elf rat. Thranduil would no doubt pay a pretty price to have his gems back into his hands, but where would that leave the necklace? Sitting somewhere to collect dust and be gazed at from afar, when it should be worn and shown off to someone who truly deserves such admiration.
Thorin's mind roamed to his hobbit, who wore the mithril like a second skin, the silver gems would pair so wonderfully. A very inappropriate thought, one that would once have Thorin scolding himself and unable to even look to who crossed his mind.
In a fevered daydream, Thorin saw Bilbo stripped to the shimmering shirt, reclining on soft furs before a roaring hearth, each jewel igniting in the hearth's glow.
Wearing nothing but the mithril chain, laid across furs and carpet in his quarters fireplace, Thorin could be blinded from the shine radiating off the gems adoring his pretty collarbone . In a perfect scenario, Bilbo would be adored with all the gold and silver inside the mountain, a slight twitch would send every covered bit of his body twinkling in such sweet chimes. Bilbo would be watching him, waiting only adored in the jewelry Thorin had chosen just for him, eyes heavy and shining like a sun.
Even if the mithril shirt couldn't be pierced by any blade, Thorin would be sure to find a way to rip it off of him, to feel every inch of his body even when Bilbo would no doubt chastise him for being too rough. Oh, how Thorin craved to touch, to grab at any part of him as he could, squeezing handfuls of Bilbos plump thighs or hips.
He wanted to peel away the mithril, to press hot kisses along Bilbo's throat, to grip his plump hips, to hear the tremor of ragged breath as he clung to Thorin's every touch.
What he had been blessed to glimpse at was the result of the long journey to Erebor, days and even weeks on strained meal schedules. Thorin could only dream of Bilbo in prime hobbit habits, his seven meals would show the slight pudge of his stomach though any of his shirts, filing every pair of pants snugly. Just the brief glances he had made him mad in the head, afraid to be called out for improper behavior if he stared to long.
The mere thought of touching and letting his hands glide over Bilbos soft skin made Thorins heart pick up, accidently clutching the jewel piece he fully intended to give to his hobbit.
Glancing behind him, Gloin and Dwalin were digging through a fifth chest of unimportant gems. His eyes peeled to the slowly growing unimportant pile, no sight of the Arkenstone. Its presence whispered to him in the shadows, hanging over his head mockingly at what he wasn't able to find.
Slipping the necklace into his inner pocket lining, Thorin stormed off through the door, ignoring the brief looks he got from those still inside. With the brooding look on his face, it was a clear sign to the other to leave him be and continue for the only thing of importance, finding the arkenstone.
Green marbled walls blurred by, severe cracks and damage done by Smaug were ugly scars scorned in the once beautiful walls. That would become a priority once the clans started back into their mountain, upkeep would be a high task, sealing and securing a very neglected mountain back to her former glory. Through the vast and empty halls, Thorin followed the walkway in remembrance, eyes forward in his own lost thoughts. These wounds would heal, tonight the only relieve Thorin craved lay far more intimate.
Thorin turned sharply to left, following the stairs up the next story platform, eyes inspecting to the large treasury room the others were currently digging through. His nephews were knee deep in coin, digging through a large pile elbow deep just a foot away from each other.
"Fili, look elsewhere!" Thorin snapped, walking away with his echo, not bothering to stay behind to watch his heir follow his order. He already told them both to stay separated in their search once, Fili could be useful some place the others weren't looking yet.
An itch crawled under skin, slowly burning up his spine and started to the open hall on the right, eye twitching when he heard Kili's soft sigh echo through the grand room. All troubles nearly melted away with the sight of a royal-navy robed hobbit sitting, fiddling with something in his hands as tail-tip twitched with each sound of heavy boot step made walking in the hall.
What Bilbo had rushed to hide in his hands made ice shot through Thorins body, teeth clenching as he bursted through the archway.
"What is that, in your hands!" He almost hissed, storming over much too close to Bilbo, who hurriedly stood with his hands fidgeting closed.
"It's nothing, just a silly token." He explained, hands shuffling to his sides and trying to get out of view just as quickly. Bilbo had taken in the thunderous look on Thorins face, snuffling his sigh before showing his hand. Cradled in his palm was a single large acorn, expression melting in hope that he wouldn't be made fun of for having such a simple prize through the travel.
"It's the tree from Beorn's garden, the one-" He trailed off for a second, smiling. "-when we talked that night."
The heat of nasty accusation evaporated like mist on a warm day, reminding Thorin of the long conversation about themselves and a possibility of their future. Thorin had wanted Bilbo by his side, they'd have sought to Smaugs demise and would start to the rebirth of a new Erebor.
Bilbo was quick to say his desire in the keep of Bags End and Thorin was more than happy to agree after a moment of thought, ultimately not wanting to rip Bilbo away from the earth and sun he loved.
But plans can change, once Bilbo was to see the glory of what the mountain had to offer, he would never need to go back to the dirt or hole-like home he thought he needed.
All he would ever need, is to be at my side
"A rather small piece to keep as such a claimed victory," He smiled through his words, pushing the hand holding the acorn into his chest, curling Bilbos fingers in so he could have his hold correctly. "-you deserve something far more precious."
Bilbo grimaced subtle at the end of his words, twitching and clearing his throat in unison to his tail flicking up to the right.
"I quite liked that tree, one day it will be grown and it will remind me of all that's happened leading to today, I think I'll put it next to the garden so the shadow covers my front steps when its fully grown in the summer," Bilbo's words slowly fuzzed to Thorin, who was watching him with a small smile.
In time Bilbo would find a place for his little acorn in Erebor, it would make a very pretty welcoming piece at the front gate, allowing the first sight outside the mountain to be the new growth to what there once was.
"-and it would be apart of Bag Ends beauty my mother would have been fond of, so I'm happy with my keep." Unwilling to let go of the hand Thorin pushed to him, their free hands clasped together as Thorin leaned down slightly to kiss Bilbo on his forehead.
The move cut off his hobbit mid talk, smiling sweetly before he pushed himself up on his toes to give Thorin a proper kiss, capturing Thorin's mouth in a gentle claim. Thorin liked the way Bilbo always closed his eyes the second he leaned in for any face contact with him, inwardly he felt like Bilbo had trusted him so much that he didn't even need to see, he simply believed Thorin would protect him no matter what.
It made a very warm feeling cover his chest until he was unable to resist to compete with Bilbos growing kisses, happy to get lost in the feeling gifted to him. Moving his hand from Bilbo's chest, Thorin let his fingertip travel up face, adoring the way his chin fit perfectly in his palm and it easy it was to curl two fingers on the shell of his lower ear.
Every sense lit on fire as their lips melded. Thorin's hand glided from Bilbo's nape to his hip, sketching the perfect curve of beloved pudge, clutching handfuls of warm flesh. Metal jingling called and echoed, almost rhyming with his erratic heartbeat, coming together only for a single tiny sigh from Bilbo silencing the chaos behind and inside.
The fragile world narrowed to the press of their bodies, gold and greed filled whispers echoing behind. Everything in the solid moment for their kiss was perfect, from the cold air of inside the mountain; allowing a breath warm the side of his face, to the sounds of gold shoveled off the never ending mounds.
"I have a gift for you." Thorin mumbled after their slowly break away, smiling again when Bilbo tried to lean back to his face almost imminently.
"I am liking it so far."
"Not just a kiss-." Had seconds to leave his lips when he couldn't resist, enjoying once more how easily it was to want to keep kissing Bilbo. This wasn't to be their first starving touch, when his hobbit wanted more, Bilbo would always step further into his space.
After a simple pull away to catch a breath, Bilbo tried to get his arm around Thorin to be in his space while he wore such a thick robe. Bilbo would drag his fingers, humming lightly as their lips moved in perfect harmony, his thin tail sneaking its way to brush against his leg.
If there was a single thing Thorin could possibly favor over everything about his hobbit, it was Bilbos tail. The little wiry muscle sought out any way possible to wind around a limb at any given chance, winding around an inch above his knee or around Thorin's hand until it was practically bent around every finger.
Bilbo had admitted to liking the feeling from Thorins sword calloused hand felt, Thorin was utterly obsessed with his words for that night. Heavily enjoying when Bilbo would drag him to the side of their camping grounds where no one would see for a stolen kiss here and there.
Arriving at Laketown gave them their perfect night of sneaking away into a hidden room to nearly devour each other, albeit they had to stay quiet and without a single light. Bilbo was not satisfied with only being able to give what he considered a mediocre in-the-dark handjob, it had Thorin cumming in seconds entirely lost in Bilbo's smell, lips and touch.
Yes, his hobbit was a minx, whispering about the chance they would have to be properly alone, joking about needed a guided tour of Erebor just to solely have Thorins attention during the nights in Laketown.
"I do have something for you and I want to give it to you someplace with a reflection." Thorin finally pulled away, not yet ready to wipe the spit left behind on his lower lip. He squeezed Bilbos hand before leading, walking further down the hall to leave behind the tantalizing song of the metal coins behind as they called once again into hearing.
But now Bilbo acted... odd. His hands would stay at his side almost like a statue, tail whisking around his side as he followed Thorin into one of the many meeting spare rooms, snatching the lit oil lamp left on the bench.
This room had long ago abandoned furniture, dust caking the side dressers that had small empty pitchers and cups. Thorin grabbed the bottom silver tray, wiping the dirty layers with the inside of his robe and positioning it sideways as a makeshift mirror.
He pushed Bilbo closer, making sure he could see himself in the silver before walking back to his front, digging through his thick robe.
"This is my gift for you." Thorin announced, smiling widely as Bilbo hummed a questionable noise, head tilted just so sideways to show his curiosity. His eyes grew large when the necklace was presented, the silver touching against itself in a light song along its movements.
"My, this is lovely." Bilbo trailed off as he inspected the middle design, the tip of his fingers slowly tracing over the top.
"Once Erebor is rebuilt, you would be dressed in the loveliest royal colors," Thorin pulled the necklace away from his touch, walking behind Bilbo to place the necklace properly and clasping it. "-head to toe in the brightest gems I will mine from the caves, with my family braid on this side."
Thorin traced his fingers down the left side of his hobbits face, mimicking where his courting braid would fall, back up to gently tug the end of his pointy ears. Thorin's thumb rubbed the shell of his ear, resting his chin on the crown of Bilbos head as the hobbit stared at his reflection in the silver tray.
The gems shined so brightly it almost drowned the image of Bilbo, who was deep in thought as he watched Thorin, leaning into his touch as his hands slowly traveled from the back of his to the nape of his neck.
"You will have statues built in your honor, the courageous Hobbit that fought the flying wyvern at the side of the king." With his other free hand, Thorin couldn't resist twining the skinny tail in his fingers, amused at seeing the small hole Bilbo tore in his top to allow free movement. The bit of same honey colored curls whisked against his thick forearm, slowly guiding him to lean back to rest his body against Thorins chest.
"All the clans will be in your debt, their reverence for you will last centuries." He kissed the crown of Bilbos head, untangling his fingers to slowly hold the thicker top of the tail, grinning in his hair at how it twitched on reflex.
"I don't really need all of those things." Bilbo muttered as Thorin moved the hand on his neck to around his body, hugging him one armed.
"Your bravery should be celebrated." With soft movement, Thorin trailed three kisses on the honey brown hair, the top of his head, his crown once more, then the lower back where his neck was met. Bilbo tilted his head forward at the last kiss, sighing lightly at the lingering touch. Letting his fingers slowly creep up the thin tail, Thorin pinched at the top part he could reach without digging into the clothes, amused at Bilbos startled noise.
"Don't be mean." He muttered, looking back as Thorins hand traveled around to his stomach to hold Bilbo against him, gripping the tail softly in his palm. His fingers slowly flexing out to trace underside, his other hand started kneading into Bilbos soft stomach despite the soft noises of protest.
Burying his nose into the thick grown out curls, Thorin couldn't stop himself from inhaling the smell of his hobbit; dense wood and faint camomile covered in a layer of metal from digging around in the gold. Ignoring the sudden urge to bite at the hair, Thorin dug his nose to the side to aim for the pointy ears, nipping the top as he forced his weight to stay on Bilbos shoulders.
"Thorin!" His voice muffled with a laugh from being almost folded in half, tail erratic in the hand that held it. Nibbling turned with kisses flat against his ear, trying to make his way to Bilbos face, beard scratching as he forcefully dug his chin in soft skin. "You're heavy!"
"Let me touch you."
Bilbo coughed in surprise, face turning red as he somewhat splatter at the forwardness.
"Now I'm not protesting, but this is a rather odd time and we are hardly clean." Bilbo mumbled, even though his words did little to stop the inhale from the nose buried back in his hair.
"Not like that, I just want to hold you." Thorin kissed the side where he stopped, digging in the outer layer robe Bilbo wore to dig his hand past the mithril chain and under linen shirt.
"Your fingers are freezing." Complaining through a wince, Bilbo yelped when Thorin grabbed a palm full of his stomach. The other hand tugged on the tail firmly, fighting the urge to nip at the pointed ear so close to his teeth. "Both of your hands are cold!"
Fed up, Bilbo pushed back Thorins weak restraint so he could turn around, smiling with a closed mouth and took one hand in his to warm up. Thorin grabbed the belt to pull Bilbo closer, failing to hide his softened feelings as they made eye contact.
Some way through the journey, Thorin found that Bilbo was one of the only things that made the ground settle around him. Just for a blissful few moments, Thorin could feel the air filling his lungs and the unsettled worry weighing on him lift. He had much to be thankful for this hobbit, Bilbo would adore living at his side as his consort.
Never to leave my side
Thorin wanted Bilbo to feel mirrored to himself, the constant need and nag inwardly to keep his eyes on him the moment the hobbit was out of reach. Letting go, Thorin pulled his hand up to Bilbos chin, trapping him between thumb and finger. At first the kiss was settled, simple touch, enjoyed with the feeling of smooth skin pressed hard against his facial hair.
Sneaking a now warmed hand into Bilbos inner layered shirt, he happily grabbed onto the slight fat resting above his hips, taking the happy sigh flashed on his cheek as a good sign. Bilbo pulled his arm around Thorins shoulders, licking at his lip teasingly as he lazily combed fingers through the thick tangled raven-grey hair.
"I will let you continue in this little venture, but let me take off my coat first, I rather you not rip anything in haste." Bilbo babbled his words in a hurry, suddenly grabbing both of Thorins forearms to pull away from him before his fingers could dip in the tied waist band.
"Do you think you're that irresistible, that I'm ready to destroy whatever is in my way to you?" Thorin knew it was true, even with his teasing tone.
"Better to be safe than sorry, I won't be one to freeze in Erebor during the night." Bilbo carefully pried thick fingers away from his body despite Throins weak protests. Stepping out of the way to peel off his outer layer and carefully fold away from whatever harm he believed Thorin would cause.
Outside his coat, Thorin imminently swooped in entirely around Bilbo, happy to be allowed to hold what saw fit. Bilbo wrapped his arms around Thorins thick waist, sighing contently as the weight of the king finally wasn't on his back. Angling his head sideways, Bilbo shifted under him as he pressed his neck into Thorin's.
"Why do you do that?"
Bilbo hummed to Thorins question, getting lost in the touching hands that slowly traced down his back.
"Press your neck to mine."Thorin clarified, it happened the last few times they were allowed to be alone, bending down to hold on his body allowed the hobbit to hook his chin a certain way; it could be the way hair wouldn't grown down his face and wanted to feel what Thorin had?
"You're warm here, I like the heat, and it's a bit of a gesture among hobbit loved ones to show trust for one another during a hug." Thorin was sure Bilbo could feel how hard he swallowed, trying to push harder in the nonexistent space and shoved a hand up the back of his shirt. Startled and panicked laughter rushed out, getting almost entirely picked up before he could squirm out of the hold. "Put me down!"
"Too late now, you're stuck on me now until I want to let you go." Trying to stay on the softer side, Thorin suffled to hold Bilbo up by his thighs to turn them around. Arms tightened around Thorins shoulders as they moved to the center table, the wood screech against stone floor but wasn't acknowledged as Bilbos tongue poked through Throins teeth.
Bilbo stopped wiggling restlessly as another hand dipped down the opposite way, just a inch away from the base of his tail, snuffling another short laugh when Thorin palmed at the unfortunate tiny amount of pudge he could get his hands on.
Humming happily, Thorin trailed his hand up and down where he could. Tracing along Bilbos spine would make the hobbit sigh, putting almost all of his weight into Thorins forearm as they practically laid backwards on the table, utterly in and surrounded by warm embrace.
Right where he belongs.
Turning his head to the side, Thorin pulled his tongue back to snap on Bilbos lower lip, fighting his smile when Bilbo yelped in surprise. He mumbled something as Thorin let go, giving fleeting kisses to make up for the pinch as he tried to pull Bilbo in any more then already possible.
"Can this be apart of my gift?" Halfway through his mumbled question a hand crept in the tiniest wedge between their bodies, palming at Thorins already very hard cock.
"You can have me any time of the day." Lazily thrusting against his palm, Bilbo grinned in their kiss, imminently digging over the waistband of his pants. Despite giving his permission to Bibo to start, he couldn't resist combing through brown curls and kissing all over Bilbos naked smoothed face.
Mine
Instead of fighting him off, Bilbo winced when he leaned just a bit more into Thorins arms behind him.
"Ow, my back ." Bilbo whined, imminently being pulled up and away from Thorin in sudden burst of panic. Thorin released him, but before he could voice his worry, Bilbo slid from the table and reversed their positions, pinning Thorin against the edge with a nasty smile.
"If this gift is mine, shouldn't I have some say in how it's given," Bilbo voiced mischievously.
Thorin raised an eyebrow. "That's not how a gift work."
Bilbo just beamed to his obvious logic, tail twirling behind him when Thorin didn't protest, content on kissing for the moment instead. Crashing hungrily against each other, devouring any further silly banter between them.
The seconds lost to each other's lips made Thorins head fuzzy with excitement, allowing his emotions to fully swarm over as Bilbo dragged touches everywhere he could. Thorin surrendered to Bilbo's desperate kiss, mind fracturing into white-hot of need. His body burned everywhere Bilbo touched him, relentless hands claiming every inch they could reach.
He was miserably hard, which he had been since the moment Bilbo slipped the tip of his tongue against his lip. It was becoming unbearable, a throbbing demand he fought to ignore even as it threatened to consume him. Nimble hands easily worked through and pulled off piece by piece of clothing on his upper body, fingers slowly tracing tired muscles down his whole arm.
"You're really tense," Thorin was about to cut him off, to remind him they did just fight a giant dragon. "-let me help with that."
It really was tasteless foreplay talk, Bilbo snuck two fingers in his waist tie, running them to the front where the laces were and tugged. One of his hands worked the ties while the other palmed through clothing, turning them both sloppy in an effort to get pants and smalls pushed down. When he was finally free, his cock sprung upwards free of restraints. Bilbo paused and pulled away from Thorins lips, staring down before gently grabbing just below the tip curiously.
"Wow."
"Is that a good 'wow ' or," Bilbo snapped his head up, face again turning red as he pulled up to squeeze his thumb and pointer finger around the bottom head of Thorins dick.
"It's a good wow, seeing all of you in the light, I've never had a partner quite... large." He muttered the last part, pushing his palm over the head, teasingly petting until he wrapped his hand around the top of his base.
"I am cautiously optimistic."
The tip of his tail wiggled, tugging with his hold to drag Thorins hips forward. Bilbo's lip was a bright red from, practically begging him to put his teeth on him once again. Though before he could attempt, Bilbo started kissing down his face and neck, leaving tiny half hearted bites on the inner sides of his chest.
Each kiss and nip felt like fire left on his skin, spreading every sense of desire driving from Bilbos mouth. He outright groaned at the tip of a wet tongue trailed along the hair below belly, carefully petting Bilbos head as he kissed the spot above waistline. His open mouth kiss allowed him to leave one last tease bite on Thorins soft skin, positioning both his hands and licking at the slit of the head.
Bilbo's tail curled at his side as he guided Thorin's length between parted lips. Wet heat enveloped Thorin in an graceful torment. His hands tangled in Bilbo's curls, drawing deep, breathy moans that sang straight to Thorins blood.
When Bilbo slipped lower, hollowing around his tip, Thorin found the last threads of restraint and ripped them away. He gripped Bilbo's hair in one hand, playing and sinking his fingers into a hold with merciless unspoken need. His move had made Bilbo hum approvingly, sending a shiver straight through his dick up his spine, making his mind buzz.
With shameless eyes, Thorin watched his cock being swallowed bit by bit with the goal to fit him entirely in Bilbos mouth, using every ounce of contal to keep the hand in Bilbos hair still. One hand rested on Throins hip as he paused to adjust to the fullness in his mouth, slowly sucking in pressure to hold him in place.
Spit trailed down Bilbos naked chin, coughing to stop again when he grew closer to the black tangled hair below his belly. The hand left over to hold the weight of his dick had moved to cup his balls, squeezing encouragingly as his nose finally sunk beyond Thorins pubic hair, tears building in the corners of his eyes.
"Zirizkhîê, (My gold one.) Mahal you're gorgeous." Thorin moaned, it was all too much, Bilbos tongue was leading and dragging with every bob of his head. Every time he sucked in a loud slurping noise followed before being cut off, a sign right as the tip of the head touched the back of his throat. A filthy symphony that drove Thorin mad. His grip on the table tightened, the old wood creaking beneath his fingers, threatening to splinter as sparks alit under his skin.
Hints of teeth just passing over his skin made his blood explode in nerves, clashing with the sight of Bilbos nose rhythmically meeting the hair on his skin. Delicate skinny fingers crept down his thigh, squeezing just above his knee. His vision swam, the room spinning as Bilbo's hum of triumph vibrated through his cock, sending him thrusting forward. Heat crossed his face, suffocating almost under the intense buzz in the back of his head.
Trying to make sense of his surroundings, his edge rushed forward. Thorin grunted, his grip tight as all his concern and logic flew from his head, thrusting forward as he ignored Bilbos gag at the rush. Tears spilling as he coughed around Thorin, refusing to move as hot cum shot down the back of his throat. Bilbo swiveled the flat of his tongue against the underside of Thorins still hard dick, coaxing every last drop from him.
His hot palm pushed Bilbos forehead back, spit and foamy cum pulled along as Thorin jerked off the last of his pleasure out. His fingers gripped through Bilbos hair, stilling him in place as more white salty liquid shot to his lips, chin and neck. Coughing through the mixture that was stuck at the back of his throat, Bilbo made to lift one hand from holding Thorins bare thigh to wipe away residue.
In one swift motion, Thorin let go of his dick to grabbed Bilbos wrist, dropping to his knees and yanking back Bilbos head with the hand deep in his curly hair.
"You will not move." He ordered, voice a low growl as his teeth hovered just over Bilbo's neck. With a weak protest from surprise, Bilbo gasped as a wet tongue started from the top of the covered necklace, licking up to his throat to clean away the saliva and cum mixture. Thorin could feel the hobbit's pulse quicken beneath his tongue.
Thorin had paused mid way to his adams-apple bobbed, the muscle trying to swallow on reflex. Hot air clenched the middle of his throat before flat teeth nipped where the tongue had stopped, applying just the tiniest bit of pressure. Again licking up the bottom of his chin as the hand holding his hair pulled him back tightly, finally making it to his lips without pause to push his way in for another sloppy kiss.
Bilbo whimpered as he was pushed backwards, awkwardly unfolding his legs to settle back on his butt, tail lashing into the chair behind him. Thorin towered over him, thighs moving Bilbos legs apart as he snatched his robe from their side to bundle under Bilbos upper back.
"I wish we had a proper bed for this." Thorin mumbled before starting another series of kisses, trailing down Bilbos wet neck to his bare chest, teeth grazing his nipple. Bilbo arched his back, a desperate whine escaping his lips as Thorin bit down, his tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh. Bilbo was too out of breath to respond, the hair on Thorins chin distracting him as it scratched over the skin below his nipple.
His tail was pinned under him uncomfortably but lashed at their side, trying to wind around any available hold as his hands pulled Thorins long hair back.
"Can you stop torturing me already?" Bilbo whined and tugged Thorins hair playfully, his voice turning to a breathless plea as Thorin's knee pinning Bilbo's legs apart. Thorin chuckled, a low, menacing sound as he pinned Bilbo's wrists above his head, his other hand trailing down his chest, ghosting over his hard cock.
"I haven't even begun to show you the meaning of that word, by the time I'm done I want you shaking with lust for me."
Bilbo simply whined as Thorin leaned down, barley getting the chance to kiss back when teeth nipped on Bilbos lower lip. It was truly unfair how Thorin was able to hold both his hands with one of his, the free right hand trailing back to Bilbos chest to rub over the neglected left nipple.
His thumb pad squished down to rub harsley, then pinch between his pointer and thumb before pulling softly and letting go, following with a flick. Bilbo whined again, a grimace on his face as the hand traveled down lower to squeeze his sides, hip and lower stomach. Fingers ghosted over his hard neglected cock, instead landing on the underside of his thigh to stroke and squeeze the area.
All the while Thorin was kissing and sucking on Bilbos throat, nipping on the side of his collar bone before sinking his teeth into the meatier part of the side shoulder. With a startled yelp, Bilbos tail whisked Thorins side, his hips lifting to find any way to grind against him for some release to his throbbing cock.
Once again the tip of his tounge led the way back to the area Bilbos neck met with his chin, teeth grabbing and pulling skin before leaving flighting kisses. The moment Thorins hand moved from his thigh Bilbo took the chance, wrapping his legs around his thick waist to grind against the once again stiffening dwarf.
"I don't think so my Khîê (my one.) ," Thorin growled and stilled Bilbos hips with his free hand, returning back to his face to suck on his bottom lip. "-but if you were to ask nicely I might change my mind."
Trying to thrust up again, Thorins fingers squeezed a warning as he bit Bilbos lip, making him yelp at the sudden sting of pain. Kissing him again lightly to soothe his panic, Thorin used his free hand to hold Bilbos face.
"Try again." He demanded against lips, quite enjoying how much huffing and puffing was coming from below him.
"Please touch me." Bilbo found his voice, driving his head after Thorin to continue the feeling of his warm lips and scratchy beard against his face. With a muffled tut noise, Thorin gave him three fleeting kisses before spitting hard in free hand. Bilbo's hands were beginning to feel numb from the grip and pressure of Thorins push, wiggling his tail to compensate the feeling.
Thorin laid his hand on his target, grinning at how easily it was to wrap entirely around Bilbos throbbing dick. Another groan came from shaking lips, this time thrusting up without being held down at his hips. Instead of moving Thorin gripped hard, making Bilbo still almost instantly. Thorin knew Bilbo was close to cumming, white beaded the end of his slit, lessening his grip and using his thumb to wipe the white to the side.
"Thorin come on, please already!" Frustrated beyond reasoning, Bilbo tried again to weakly move his body, looking up to his captur with pleading eyes. His hand wrapped around Bilbo's throbbing cock, a groan tearing from Bilbo's lips as Thorin stroked him, his thumb putting pressure on his sensitive tip when reached. Bilbo bucked his hips, a frustrated cry escaping his lips as Thorin stilled his movements, his grip tightening.
Mine
"I'm calling it pay back now." He bowled over again, dragging his teeth over the edge of Bilbos ear.
"For what!" Nearly shouting his question, Thorin slowly pumped down, gripping the base with a squeeze harder then intended.
"Being an absolute tease when you get the chance, your pretty eyes practically steal the clothes off my back when you think I'm not looking." Finally letting go of his hands above his hands, Thorin positioned Bilbos hips closer by pulling him up, lower half practically in the air as Thorin used his thighs as a cushion. Tail thrashing wildly, Thorin positioned himself, grinning when the head of his once again hard cock nudged right at his rim as Bilbo's tail thrashed wildly.
Thorin grunted suddenly when Bilbo launched himself upwards to throw his body against each other. Falling backwards, Thorin winced as Bilbo straddled him, hands grabbing his face to give him a force filled kiss.
"If you don't start moving your hand I will leave this room and you behind to do the work myself." Without allowing Thorin to register, he leaned his body back and spat directly onto the head of his cock with oddly incredible aim. Bilbo's moans filling the air as they ground against each other once again, their bodies slick with sweat.
Squeezing with less force, Thorin moved his hand at a setting pace that made Bilbo moan and try to thrust with his hand. With his hands cupping Thorin's face, they were pulled together again, moaning in each others mouth.
Hot air from Bilbo's nose raced along Thorins cheek as he slowly dragged his free hand down his lovely hobbits back, hooking his fingers right below where the tail met the base of his back. Bilbo pushed his head to the side, presenting his neck and pushed Thorins head down, tangling his fingers through long hair as Thorin happily obliged.
Running the skinny tail through his palm, it twitched violently in his hand as the previous bite mark lined once again to teeth, though Thorin only nibbled this time and gave a sweet kiss before moving to another spot.
"Do that again." Bilbo breathily spoke in his ear utterly lost in the feeling, one hand joining Thorin's as they set a fast pace to his leaking precum dick. Much slower than last time, his fingers rubbed the skin first as it dragged slowly along the bottom of his palm.
Grinning into Bilbos shoulder, Thorin squeezed, enjoying the light pull in his long hair as Bilbo came with a breathless stuttered sigh. Fingers rubbing the sensitive head as Bilbos body trembled. But Bilbo did not soften, his body already grinding against Thorin again, their cum slick between them.
"I would love to take this further and have sex with you, but it has been a bit too long since I have bottomed and we don't have any oil or salve." Bilbo panted, his voice a breathless moan. Thorin growled, his hand covering them both, sliding together in a punishing grip. Bilbo sounded disappointed and Thorin agreed, ruin his beautiful back with only a flimsy royal robe in the way? He wouldn't dream of having sex with Bilbo on such little to no bedding.
But how could Thorin dare to resist, entirely admiring the sight of Bilbo's mouth just opened in a breathless moan as Thorin dragged his hand slowly up. His cum covered hand acted as temporary lubrication, swiftly covering them together with one pump from his large hand.
"I'll bottom." He offered, rubbing two fingers under his tail with one above, palm flat to his lower back in a need to feel Bilbo shiver against him with pleasure again.
"That doesn't solve the dry issue, I might not be as large as you but I don't want to hurt you any way that is avoidable." Bilbo sucking in a breath, eyes teasing with a unserious smile. "Is this not holding to your attention your majesty?"
Thorin simply smiled, letting his free hand roam up Bilbo's neck to cup the side of his face. His face was flushed, sweat made just a bit of his face shine with his curly baby hair sticking to the top of his head.
Thorin pulled his head down to kiss the top of Bilbos head, bobbing his fist down with a tighter grip, applying more pressure to the fingers against Bilbo. Through a stifled moan, Bilbo had kept his head angled down to watch his cum coat thick fingers smoothing the way over them both. Only he was allowed to see this, his hobbit being a thousand degrees in his lap, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.
Unable to resist such a picture in front of him, Thorin let the sight burn into his mind. White was stained over the edge and center of the necklace. A rather sinister satisfaction feeling exploded in his chest as Bilbo's hand traveled up to Thorin, pulling him into another wet kiss, pleasure consuming them both.
Bilbo would look irresistible on a pile of gold.