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How many times did stories end with a kiss? It was deemed as the most perfect happy ending, and best way to finish telling a lovely tale. This irked Thorin, to put it mildly. The idea that a kiss, something so intimate and precious could be seen as the desired ending for a story, where in eyes, he saw it as the most perfect beginning.
“Once upon a time, there was a hobbit...”
That was how Bilbo had chosen to begin his recounting of their quest to reclaim Erebor. It was an interesting opening statement to Thorin, as most traditional Khazad tales began by recounting the history of the entire Dwarven race, and thanking Mahal for allowing such a story to be told. Apparently in the Shire, they had no such traditions.
“Once upon a time there was a hobbit…” Bilbo muttered to himself, smiling slightly as he tapped the feather of his quill on his chin. “What do you think, Thorin?” Bilbo asked, craning his neck to look upside down at Thorin, who was leaning against the doorway of Bilbo’s study.
“I think it is a good opening line.” Thorin appraised, only for Bilbo to squint at him, his lips persing into a tight line.
“Just good? So it is bad?” Bilbo practically whined at the dwarf. He put his quill down in frustration as he pushed his chair back from his desk. He quickly rose, only to become light headed and tumble forward. Thorin was quick, especially for a dwarf, and helped Bilbo stand up right, escorting him to his bedroom.
“Good means good, Bilbo.” Thorin insisted with a heavy sigh, trying not to roll his eyes at his hobbit.
“Good isn’t good enough…it needs to be great! Ugh…you don’t understand.” He groaned, leaning into his betrothed, allowing him to lift him up and into the bed in the other room.
“Good is good, I promise. I would not lie to you. You cannot give up so easily. You are a Barrel Rider! Spider Slayer…Dwarf friend…Dragon Whisperer…It is not in your nature to give up.” The former dwarf king lectured his love, pulling the blanket over Bilbo’s lap.
“It’s not giving up, Thorin. It is knowing where my strengths lie. Obviously, any notion I ever had that I was a good writer have been absolutely preposterous. False. I will not pretend I am good at something when I am not. I am not giving up…I am…conceeding.”
“So you’re giving up?” Thorin quirked his brow up at the hobbit, who simply growled at him, pouting as he pulled the blanket higher over himself.
“You wouldn’t understand.” Bilbo huffed evern heavier, crossing his arms over his chest and turning his head to face away from the dwarf.
“I would. I do. But, like any good dwarf, we do not give up. You have a talent for stories, Burglar~” Thorin teased, leaning forward slightly to caress Bilbo’s cheek, coaxing him to turn to face him again. “You told me yourself…after your parents passed you stopped writing. It has been a long time since then. Tell me, can you run as fast as you could when you were younger? No, because you were running around all the time as a pebble, and as you aged, you stopped. Things are easier when you do it all the time…Just…promise me you’ll keep trying?” Thorin requested, his eyes wide as he stared lovingly into Bilbo’s own.
“Ugh…fine. But I’m done for the day. I’m in too much pain to feel inspired.” He scoffed, though couldn’t help but lean into the dwarf’s large, comforting and warm hand.
“Pain? I thought you said it was mostly gone?” Thorin inquired with worry, now sitting on the side of the bed instead of standing.
“Well…not pain. Discomfort. The…” Bilbo took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing a bright red as he avoided Thorin’s gaze. “Well…” He cleared his throat. “You see…now that the bleeding has all but stopped…I am feeling more…active. More energetic, so to say.” Bilbo mumbled, keeping his voice low as he fidgeted with the blanket.
“Would you like to go for a walk?” Thorin suggested, and Bilbo just glared at him in response.
“Not that kind of energetic…” Bilbo continued to grumble.
“Speak your mind, Bilbo. I will do what I can to help you…you know I will, but I cannot read your mind, as much as I wish I could.” Thorin smiled so warmly at the hobbit as his hand slowly crept to put itself behind the hobbit’s neck, his thumb stroking up and down as he felt just how small Bilbo was in his hand.
“Thorin…We’re engaged, are we not?” Bilbo whined at the dwarf, leaning more into Thorin’s touch. The dwarf smiled even brighter, nodding.
“And I’ve never been happier about anything in my life.” Thorin admitted with peaceful joy, and Bilbo couldn’t help but feel the same way…for the most part.
“Then…then why haven’t you touched me since…” Bilbo felt his mouth go dry as he admitted what had been on his mind. Thorin pulled his hand away slowly, brushing it over Bilbo’s shoulder gently, before taking the hobbit’s hands in his own.
“I…” Thorin gulped, swallowing the lump of desire that hardly left. “I want to…it is only that…well…I am scared.” He admitted, the words a struggle to say aloud.
“Scared? Scared of what?” Bilbo gasped, not from being upset, but from being surprised.
“Bilbo…you…I do not know if you realize just how much…how much I want to touch you…in any way you’d let me-”
“Yet all you do is hold me and touch my cheeks or my hair!” Bilbo argued, trying not to feel like a tween having a tantrum. “You…you haven’t even kissed me since I asked you to be mine!” He blurted out, feeling so childish.
Thorin worried at his lower lip, his own face bright red as it was now his turn to avoid looking at Bilbo’s firm, fiery gaze. It took some time for him to find the confidence to speak his mind.
“Bilbo…I want to.” He stated with immense restraint.
“But?”
“But you are small! You…you are so much smaller than I am!” Thorin couldn’t help the squeak that happened as his voice cracked slightly when he finally admitted his thoughts. Bilbo stared at him, both of them wide eyed as they let the words sink in.
“...I’m not that small! D-do you…do you not like my size? Do you…do you wish I was taller?” Bilbo sniffled, suddenly afraid that Thorin cared about their height difference.
“I love your height!” Thorin insisted.
“Then what?”
“I could break you. ” He growled out, looking at Bilbo with such ferocity as he finally let his thoughts spill from his lips. “If I allowed myself to do what I so long to do…what I have dreamed of for two years…I could break you .”
The words drifted into Bilbo’s head and rattled around, stirring something up in Bilbo’s belly as he listened to Thorin’s sultry voice purring at him.
“You couldn’t.” Bilbo managed to whisper out, leaning closer to the dwarf who leaned in instinctively.
“But I could . Bilbo I am a full foot taller and am as wide as two of you…” He explained, his body trying not to tremble as he held back even harder. It was easy to keep your body in check when you kept thoughts to yourself…but with Bilbo insisting he speak his mind, it was hard for his body not to move along with it.
“I’m not weak…”
“I never said you were. You are stronger than anyone would ever think you are.” Thorin spoke boastfully, proud of how strong Bilbo actually had become on their journey. Not that he had been weak, necessarily…just unskilled in how to use his body’s strength in ways aside from kneading dough and ploughing gardens.
“Then…what is your concern?”
“I think I’ve made it very clear what my concern is...”
“You wouldn’t break me. I know you wouldn’t.” Bilbo continued insisting, shuffling himself from sitting on his rear to kneeling, pressing his forehead against Thorin’s.
“But-”
“And what…what if I told you I wouldn’t mind being broken?” The words came out sheepishly, and when Thorin opened his eyes to look at Bilbo, surprised by his admission, he saw how wide the hobbit’s pupils had become.
“...I could not forgive myself if I hurt you. Again. ”
“This and that are two different things, Thorin. You would never hurt me again. I know that. But…you are hurting me by keeping yourself from me. If you want…if you want me as I want you…it’s cruel to both of us.” The hobbit nuzzled his button nose against Thorin’s long and sharp nose, placing a small peck to the tip of his nose before meeting his eyes again. Thorin swallowed, kissing Bilbo’s nose in return.
“I want you.” Thorin purred, feeling his heart racing in his chest, trying to escape. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted …anything.” He was now pushing Bilbo back gently, making it so he was shifting to lay on his back. He straddled his hobbit, caging him between his two powerful, thick thighs (which to Bilbo’s chagrin, were covered in dwarven clothes today, so from hip to heel, his legs were covered from Bilbo’s wandering eye.)
“I want you, too. I need you, Thorin.” Bilbo whispered heavily in Thorin’s round ear as he reached up to pull him closer, crashing their lips together desperately. Just as it was with any new activity, no matter the amount of passion you had toward it, there was always a learning curve. Bilbo had confessed to Thorin that he had, when he was younger, kissed a few lads and lasses. After he presented as one of the bearing male hobbits, he became overwhelmed at the idea of kissing anyone , and so he hadn’t kissed anyone since.
Thorin, on the other hand, was a dwarf. Hobbits may have their youthful indiscretions…but dwarrow did not. They had no urges to do so, typically…and if they did, it came well into adulthood. Romantic feelings would often bloom before sexual ones, and even that was rare. For the majority of dwarves, you didn’t feel the want to be with someone until you met your One. The One who completed you in every way.
That was Bilbo. Bilbo completed Thorin. Bilbo made Thorin feel things that had always seemed so foreign to him. There had never been a need to think about bedding someone when there was no desire for it…but the thought of bedding Bilbo had been all consuming. So, with Bilbo giving full permission and control to Thorin, it was hard for him to hold back.
Their kisses weren’t perfect like in the stories. They were messy and clumsy and when they became as desperate as they were now, they could even be painful as teeth clashed and lips were bit as they tried to satisfy the burning desire that wouldn’t die out. Even if it was not perfect in regards to skill…it was still perfect . It was Bilbo and it was Thorin and it was them . There they were, in Bilbo’s bed, which had become their bed. In Bag End which had become their home. It was absolutely, unquestionably, perfect.
“I need more of you…Thorin…” Bilbo pleaded as he pushed his hips up against Thorin, revealing to the dwarf just how hard Bilbo had become. Thorin was in the same situation, which was of no surprise to either of them. He pushed Bilbo’s hips back down onto the bed with his own, grinding himself against Bilbo with a fever that was neverending and ever rising. He leaned in to kiss Bilbo again, his hair a canopy around Bilbo’s head as he pressed their lips together again before curiously pressing his hot tongue to Bilbo’s lips, licking between them as if to tell them to part. And they did.
Thorin moaned into Bilbo’s mouth, his voice deep and rolling as he continued grinding their hips together, picking up the pace ever so slightly as he massaged Bilbo’s tongue with his own. Everything was smaller when it came to Bilbo. His mouth was smaller, and even his tongue was smaller than Thorin’s. It was obvious too, as they thrusted against one another like the wild animals they were quickly becoming, that Bilbo’s cock was also, much smaller.
It was the hobbits turn to take initiative then, and as he continued kissing Thorin, their tongues tangling and exploring one another between desperate panting for air and more connection, he allowed his hand to travel southward, surprising Thorin when his much, much smaller hand began to palm and rub at Thorin’s own clothed member.
“...B-big…” Bilbo practically drooled as he groaned the word, unable to hold a smile back as he thought about the thingsThorin could do to him with such a tool.
“Too big?” Thorin whispered in concern, though it didn’t stop him from jerking his hips into Bilbo’s hand.
“...
Mahasun (perfect)
...” Purred Bilbo in Khuzdu, startling Thorin.
“Where’d you learn that?” Thorin smirked, eyes twinkling with mirth as he began peppering kisses up and down Bilbo’s neck and jaw, his arms shaking to hold himself up. Not that he couldn’t manage his own weight, mind you, but simply because he was struggling to keep him from totally devouring Bilbo right then and there.
“When you travel with thirteen dwarves for nearly a year, you pick up on a few things amralime .” Bilbo whispered seductively, testing the waters of how far he could go, giving Thorin’s bulge a light squeeze through his trousers, feeling it throb underneath the restraint, begging to be in Bilbo’s bare hand with no barrier between them. When Thorin cursed under his breath, moaning as he moved in Bilbo’s hand, begging for more, Bilbo knew he could keep going.
Yet instead of continuing, he froze and pulled away slowly.
“...Thorin. If…If we do this…” Bilbo began, realization dawned on him through the fog of his lust-addled mind.
“Yes?” Thorin breathed out huskily, trying desperately to hold still despite the urge to ravage the hobbit.
“...You…You know I could get pregnant…right?” Bilbo stated, sounding uncomfortable as he tried not to squirm. He knew Thorin had been caring for him since his cycle started, and he knew he had told Thorin of him being a bearer…yet there was a difference between theoretical knowledge and practical.
Thorin blinked a few times, his pupils dialating and constricting as he tried to focus on Bilbo’s expression, attempting to understand what was running around in his mind.
“...Is that not something you wish for?” Thorin asked, not answering Bilbo’s question. Bilbo gave him a stern glare, silently demanding for him to answer the question before he’d answer Thorin’s.
“Yes. I am aware that you can get pregnant.” He replied planely, though there was much strain in his voice. “I am very aware…that I could fill you with my seed-” He whispered against Bilbo’s collar bone, continuing to place kisses across his skin. “- and you might just bare my child as a result.” With Bilbo’s hand no longer gripping Thorin, the dwarf had no choice other than to firmly press his desire against the hobbit’s once more. “I ask again, Bilbo…is that not something you wish for?” He asked as he nibbled on the hobbit’s earlobe before nuzzling him gently.
Bilbo whined, very nearly thrashing underneath Thorin’s weight. If it wasn’t for the way Bilbo gripped and clawed at him, pulling him closer, Thorin would have thought the hobbit wanted him off.
“...I…It’s not…” Bilbo whimpered, feeling himself stiffen even more, which he never knew to be possible. “It isn’t that…I don’t want your child Thorin. I…I never thought that I actually would bear anyone’s child!” He admitted, never having voiced the assumption aloud to anyone before.
“Never?” Thorin asked, though he sounded skeptical.
“N-never.” Bilbo groaned, still clawing at the clothes on Thorin’s back. “I never met anyone who made me want this…made me want to have their child. There are plenty of male bearers, Thorin…but most of them are with lasses who are the bearers of their children.” The hobbit explained, his voice aching and cracking as he tried to keep his senses through the conversation.
“I want you to carry my children, Bilbo. I want to fill you to the brim, and watch you become swollen from bearing them. I want that…with you. Not only putting them in you, but raising them. I want to have a family with you. I want to grow old, and live my life with you, Bilbo Baggins. And the thought that I can have a family of my own…with the one I love with all my soul.” He sighed dreamily, sniffling as he realized he was holding back tears in his eyes from the amount of emotions he was feeling. “Even the thought of a child made from both of us…it drives me mad with joy.”
“But we aren’t married…” Bilbo whispered, his eyes also watering as he listened to Thorin’s proclamation and desire to claim him in such a way.
“...Do you want to carry my children, Bilbo?” Thorin asked again, and Bilbo’s eyes widened ever so slightly as his smile brightened.
“I do…b-but not yet. I’m…I’m not ready.” Bilbo admitted bashfully, and avoided Thorin’s eyes as he felt shame spread though his body.
“I understand.” Thorin said simply, no hurt in his voice, nor feel of betrayal in his eyes.
“...you do?” Bilbo asked, a small hiccup of worry in his voice.
“Of course I do. This…this is all new…it’s very new for me. Just because I want a family with you, doesn’t mean it needs to be this instant. We have time…and if we run out of time…you are still my family, are you not?” He smiled tenderly at Bilbo, wiping a stray tear from the hobbit’s cheek.
“Th-thank you. Thank you, Thorin.” Bilbo leaned into the touch, a sigh of relief on his lips. Thorin could physically feel the hobbit beneath him relax, his muscles loosening and his joints unlocking themselves as he melted into the bed comfortably.
“Is this ,” Thorin thrusted himself against Bilbo’s prick once more. “still something you would like tonight?” He asked softly, knowing that if Bilbo denied him, he would need to scurry away to care for himself in private, as he wondered if he truly could exhibit enough restraint around Bilbo at this point.
“Oh, heavens yes.” Bilbo moaned wetly, leaning up quickly to peck Thorin’s lips. “Just…don’t…you know…” Bilbo suddenly became rather shy, remembering Thorin’s heated words.
“Fill you with my seed?” He whispered, reciting his words again to Bilbo. “I won’t. I’ll pull out and paint your belly white…how’s that?” The dwarf growled in delight as moved away from sucking on Bilbo’s neck, satisfied at the red and purple marks littering the hobbit’s perfect skin.
Bilbo was at a loss for words, which Thorin couldn’t help but feel proud about. It was an accomplishment to cause the hobbit to become speechless. He was a silver tongue, after all, and Thorin was eager to learn just how good his tongue was. When the hobbit nodded his approval of Thorin’s words, the dwarf instantly moved his hands to the hem of Bilbo’s shirt, lifting it gently from him, up and over his head.
“You’re beautiful.” Thorin smirked, biting his bottom lip at the sight of his hobbit shirtless before him. It wasn’t a sight he hadn’t seen before, but context certainly was everything. Bilbo reached for Thorin’s tunic as well, and pulled the dark fabric up. Unfortunately, Thorin was much larger than Bilbo, and their position made it difficult for Bilbo to do much. Thorin quickly assisted Bilbo in removing his tunic, moving his hands from the hobbit as he moved to disrobe himself.
The time Thorin’s hands were off of him was all the time Bilbo needed to switch their positions. Bilbo, quick and agile as he was, even on the tail end of his cycle, lifted himself up and somehow managed to scramble himself out from between the dwarf’s thick thighs, and pushing Thorin onto his own back with him stradling the dwarf this time.
“O-oh!” Thorin breathed out desperately at the sight of his beloved atop him. He didn’t hesitate to put his hands on the hobbit’s hips, squeezing the plump flesh, admiring the small white-ish lines that branched out around his thickest spots, reminding Thorin of lightning or a tree’s roots, and was unable to think of just how they added to the beauty that was his fiance.
“I…I want to taste you.” Bilbo said thickly, his tongue feeling heavy as he took his turn to cause friction between them. Thorin eagerly nodded his head, gasping as he felt Bilbo move on him, and then the sudden absence of weight, followed by a slight chill as Bilbo began removing his trousers. He hadn’t even noticed the hobbit taking off his belt. The only thing between him and the hobbit now were his smalls, and Bilbo didn’t mind the last layer one bit as he licked his lips and laid down between Thorin’s legs and began mouthing at his erection through the cotton cloth.
“ Mahal… ” Throin groaned out, thrusting up roughly, unintentionally, into Bilbo’s face. Before he could even breath an apology, Bilbo moaned and gave a small chuckle at the dwarf’s neediness. The hobbit then placed his lips atop the tip of Thorin’s cock, causing the fabric to become wet from the heat of the hobbit’s tight mouth. He gave long, languid suck to his head as his hands made their way to removing his undergarments as well.
Bilbo, who was typically seen as a very sensible, and patient gentle hobbit, was anything but in this moment. He wasted no time in putting his wet, kiss-swollen lips on Thorin’s bare flesh, flicking his tongue out experimentally to see exactly how the dwarf tasted. Bilbo gave a moan, face contorting in pleasure as something in him became more desperate for the dwarf. Both he and Thorin had to remind themselves that Bilbo’s body wanted to be filled with a child, even if he himself did not want that yet. Thorin knew he’d have to put the extra effort in to remember to not come inside his hobbit, as he doubted Bilbo would be able to remember anything when they reached that stage.
“Salty…” Bilbo whispered out breathlessly, and with a hunger Thorin had never heard in Bilbo’s voice before. He watched as Bilbo’s tongue dipped into the small hole at the tip of his cock, lapping up with the flat of his tongue his precum, as if it were water and he hadn’t had a drop of any in days. Thorin’s mewls and moans were all the motivation Bilbo needed to continue. He trusted Thorin to stop him if needed, and so, he allowed his arousal to control him, not letting any fears or doubts creep him to ruin their fun.
Bilbo focused on using his tongue at first, making sure he tasted every inch of Thorin’s erection. From the tip to the base, no stone went un-turned, so to say…including the two that hung, heavy, swollen, and pulsing beneath Thorin’s desperate cock. Bilbo, like most hobbits, knew how to enjoy the things that they put into their mouths. Thorin had simply thought that saying was only about food, but he was quickly learning how wrong he was.
The honey haired hobbit was skilled with his tongue, to say the least. He knew learned quickly that Thorin felt best when he gave a long, flat lick on the underside of Thorin’s cock, starting at the base, and licking up slwoly and wetly up to the tip. He flexed his tongue, making the muscle become more firm and pointed in shape, allowing him to be more dexterous with his motions. He did this, and would trail his tongue around the bulbus glans of the dwarf’s penis. He circled his tongue deftly, moaning and all the while using his hands to massage Thorin’s inner thighs, keeping him relaxed.
“B-bilbo…more…” The once-king begged his hobbit.
“Yes, your majesty.” Bilbo whispered deeply to his dwarf as he took a deep, steadying breath before he opened his mouth to take Thorin inside.
He realized then, as he should have after the first look at Thorin’s cock, that the dwarf was (as he had warned Bilbo) much larger than him. The hobbit was hardly able to fit the whole tip in his small mouth. Thorin was too delirious from pleasure to think much of it, but Bilbo couldn’t help but worry he wound’t be able to give more pleasure to his love. If it was too big for his mouth, it would definitely be too big for his body, would it not?
But, as Thorin had said earlier, Bilbo was not the type to give up. He gave a languid suck to the tip, before coming off with a satisfying, wet pop. He took a deep breath, calming the nerves that began to squirm in him, and massaged his jaw slightly, opening and closing his mouth, and shifting his lower jaw from side to side to help losen up. It helped immensely, as did the fact that Bilbo’s will power was unstoppable when he truly wanted something. Before Thorin could tell Bilbo it was alright, as his attention finally cleared a bit after he had left Thorin’s stiffness alone for a second too long for his liking…Bilbo licked his lips, and took Thorin in his mouth again.
He licked and sucked and did his best to bob his head up and down on the bulging mushroom that was the head of Thorin’s member. With every pull and suck upward, the next down motion was a little farther than the last. This continued to the point where Bilbo could no longer take any more of the dwarf in his mouth. He was, at most, a quarter of the way down the dwarf’s penis when Thorin suddenly grabbed at him from under his shoulders, popping him off his cock without any strain from his weight. He kissed at Bilbo needily, even more aroused (if possible) at the taste of his dick on Bilbo’s lips. As he allowed himself to remember just how good those lips were, he hooked his fingers into Bilbo’s comfortable-waisted pants. He shimmied them off of him, along with his own cotton smalls, and took a quick look to ensure there was no blood.
Not that it bothered Thorin, not a single bit. He was not disturbed, as he, like all dwarves, were taught the beauty and amazingness that was the gift of being able to bear children. For a bearing person to have to go through potentially immeasurable pain, hunger, mood swings…all so that their body could carry a child…Thorin couldn’t dream of seeing such a thing as dirty. It was beautiful.
No, the blood did not bother him…but he did not want to put Bilbo through any discomfort it could cause, if any, and took a mental note to discuss that at another time. When he saw the undergarments were completely clear of red, the only thing of note was the clear slick that covered almost the entire lining of the bottom, he lifted Bilbo up. He made it so his arms were laced under Bilbo’s knees, the hobbit’s hairy calves and feet dangling over his upper arms, and his own large hands were gripping tightly, yet gently, at Bilbo’s ass.
Bilbo had gained weight since he came home. He was a healthy, plump hobbit. Thorin too had gained weight, and was much more soft looking than he had been before…but before, he was a dwarf in exile. He was only all muscle because there was no time and especially any money to gain that protective, comfortable layer of fat to keep him warm over winter. But the softness he’d gained did not take away from the muscles he’d always had. Lifting Bilbo in such a way was effortless. His fingertips pushed themselves into Bilbo’s lower back, adding a bit more stability to how he was holding the hobbit, and without warning, moved Bilbo so he could burying his face in the hobbit’s crotch.
Bilbo was very proportional for his size, Thorin had seen…unlike Thorin who, in all honesty, was slightly larger (especially thicker) than your average dwarf. He couldn’t help but smirk at how perfect Bilbo’s cock size was for his mouth. All he needed to do was wet his lips before he opened his mouth and swallowed the hobbit whole. Instead of bobbing his head a Bilbo had, the dwarf used his arms to push Bilbo away and pull him back in, and as he increased the speed, he could feel Bilbo’s balls slapping at his bearded chin. Thorin devoured the hobbit, just as he had been wanting to do. His tongue slithered itself around Bilbo’s stiffness as he moved him back and forth, and the hobbit writhed in ecstasy as each push backward was accompanied by a heavenly suck. When Thorin pulled him back in the final time, he took all of him, and instead of simply sucking, began making swallowing motions as if trying to suckle from Bilbo’s cock like a baby on their mother’s teat.
“Thorin!” Bilbo cried out, wrapping his legs over Thorin’s shoulders, squeezing the dwarf’s head with his meaty, hairless thighs, and wrapping his arms around the dwarf’s head, holding onto the dwarf for dear life as Thorin drank down the hobbit’s orgasm as if it were his favorite dessert. Thorin continued sucking and lapping at Bilbo’s cock until nothing spurted out of him any longer. When Thorin was satisfied with his work, he pulled his head off of Bilbo’s now limp prick, and away from his crotch to smile at him as he licked his lips to savor the flavor.
“How was that?” Crooned Thorin, nuzzling Bilbo’s inner thigh before laying the hobbit down on his back to recover. The hobbit couldn’t find his words, yet again, and Thorin smirked as he watched Bilbo’s muscles twitch, his toes curling and unfurling and his thighs clenching and relaxing every other second as he recovered from such an intense orgasm.
“A-amazing…” Bilbo eventually was able to whisper, looking in Thorin’s eyes as he felt himself become stiff once more. “Y-you haven’t come yet…” Bilbo pointed out, and Thorin’s smirk changed into a hungry, wolf like grin.
“Not yet.” Thorin growled as he massaged Bilbo’s thighs once more, his hands moving inward more and more till his thick fingers were massaging at Bilbo’s pert ass once more, pulling his cheeks apart genly with each squeeze, causing Bilbo to whine in need.
“C-come…I want you to come.” Bilbo was practically sobbing at Thorin, and the dwarf couldn’t help but feel himself becoming more feral as he saw Bilbo’s cock was once more at full mast.
“I plan on it…but I must go slow. I will not hurt you.” He growled as one finger tip lightly caressed Bilbo’s tight ring of muscle, just to see how slick the hobbit was. Thorin had learned that male bearing hobbits were, in fact, astonishing. They, like females, when aroused, were also self lubricating, making the need for oils unnecessary in most cases. Thorin had determined that if Bilbo wasn’t slick enough to take his size, he would still use oil, but an unnamable feeling, arose in him when he felt just how slick Bilbo was for him.
It was a cross between possessiveness, and desire and greed. Not anything like how he felt in the throws of dragon sickness. That had been a suffocating pain, while this was a life giving pleasure. Bilbo was his . His body was not only opening itself for him, but after Bilbo took him in his mouth, and later came down his throat, he was almost positive Bilbo was made for him . Slowly, Thorin pushed his pinkie finger inside the hobbit. He decided to use the smallest of his fingers to make sure Bilbo could appropriately adjust to him. As Bilbo squirmed at the intrusive feeling of his finger, Thorin began to wiggle it around inside him, stretching him. It wasn’t long before Thorin was pumping his pinkie in and out of his hobbit, and was soon adding another. He soothed Bilbo when he pulled out his two fingers.
“Shhh, it’s okay…”
“P-put them back!” Bilbo cried out desperately, as Thorin took a second for himself to flex his hand, wanting to make sure he could pleasure him while preparing his body.
“Shhh…I will…I do not want to hurt you.” Thorin reminded the hobbit as he slowly pushed his index and then ring finger into the hobbit. Thorin must have been rougher and quicker with the motion than intended, as the air seemed to be knocked out of the hobbit when he was all three knuckles in.
“Are you alr-”
“Fuck me, Thorin!” Bilbo yelled at the dwarf, sounding just as deprived as Thorin was feeling. He had honestly, never in all his time with Bilbo, heard the hobbit properly curse. He’d heard childish randitions of crude language, like saying “fiddle sticks” or “darnit” when he was truly upset…and to know that he made Bilbo come so undone as to demand to be fucked by him, caused him to throw any and all caution to the wind.
He removed his fingers, which he only scisored once or twice inside the hobbit before he was ordered to give him something else, and lined himself up between Bilbo’s legs. Bilbo scooted himself closer to Thorin, lifting his hips upward to help the dwarf align himself with Bilbo’s needy hole. Thorin held his cock with one hand, and held Bilbo up by the hip with his other, and guided himself to where his head was perfectly nudging at Bilbo’s entrance. He was still dripping excessively with his own precum, and combined with Bilbo’s slick, managed to push against and into the hobbit just a bit.
It was as if the new feeling brought not only pain, but also clarity to Bilbo’s mind. The hobbit’s tight hole clenched itself quickly and tightly, pushing Thorin out quickly and refused to let him back inside. Bilbo gave a whimper of fear mixed with lust and arousal, and looked nervously and silently into Thorin’s eyes. The dwarf tried to feign confidence, but this was new for him too. Yet, as a leader, he knew that even if his followers simply thought he had everything under control, they would feel more at ease and secure. With that in mind, he gave Bilbo a smile, and leaned over to kiss him sweetly.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, ensuring Bilbo knew he could back out, regardless of how tragic it’d be for both of them at this point.
“N-no! Please don’t stop. Just…Just don’t…stop. I…I’m scared, a-and it…you’re so big.” Bilbo whimpered and rambled as he tried to explain himself.
“I told you I was.” Thorin reased as he nudged Bilbo’s opening again, only to feel it tighten even more.
“I-I’m sorry…I…I don’t know why…I-I…I want you. Please…I want you so much.” Bilbo was crying, feeling many mixed emotions, primarily fear and desire, and absent mindedly bagan stroking at his own needy cock once more.
“What would you have me do?” Thorin asked, caressing Bilbo’s sides comfortingly, shaking as he continued restraining himself for his love.
“...don’t stop.” Bilbo blinked, unable to say anything else. He pushed his hips forward, pressing his ass against Thorin’s cock, and prayed that Thorin understood. The dwarf’s wide eyes and raised brows showed him that he did understand, though was uncertain.
“It’ll hurt.”
“I know.”
“Are you sure?” Thorin asked once more, and Bilbo managed a small glare of frustration at the dwarf he loved more than air.
“Thorin Oakenshield. I want you in me more than I’ve wanted anything else…You’re stronger than me…just…hold me…and get inside me. If I want you to stop, I’ll say it…just…don’t let my body fool you.” He explained, trying to sound confident and firm, but his voice wavering gave the other impression. But, Thorin was a smart dwarf. He learned early not to question Bilbo, especially when he was determined.
“Like this?” Thorin breathed out, pressing himself against Bilbo’s entrance a little harder this time, and holding his hobbit firmly by the hips. One small push, hardly a nudge, caused Bilbo’s body to stiffen and lock up, but Thorin pushed a little forward a little more.
“Y-yes!” Bilbo cried out, both in pain and need.
“Open yourself for me…” The dwarf whispered tenderly as he continued to both push into Bilbo, and to pull the hobbit onto him.
“T-trying!”
“I know…I know…shhh…just…relax.” He soothed, not only for Bilbo, but for himself. He watched as Bilbo gripped desperately at the sheets beneath them, and saw the look of absolute lust in his eyes when his whole tip was fully nestled inside Bilbo. They said nothing, their eyes locked in silent communication as Thorin slowly and carefully began moving outward, ever so slightly, before he no longer could hold back from his carnal cravings, and thrust himself the rest of the way inside his hobbit, completely sheathing himself in him him, all the way to his base.
Bilbo screamed, pulling at Thorin’s hair, scratching at his back, and writhing on top of him. Thorin couldn’t think of what to say. He was too in bliss and pleasure at the feeling of Bilbo’s hot, tight body gripping at him, that all he thought to do was to hold the hobbit tightly, and gently as he let the hobbit cry while his body adjusted to the intrusion.
He had no clue how long they had been in this position. They had shifted positions when Bilbo had been pulled all the way down on Thorin’s stiffness, and was now sitting in Thorin’s lap. His legs were kicking and his heels were digging into the mattress, or would into Thorin’s lower back as his body adapted.
“H-hurts!” Bilbo whimpered out, and it did. It hurt worse than most pains Bilbo had ever experienced. Yet Thorin did not reply. He looked up at Bilbo, tears in his own eyes as he struggled ot keep himself in check, and kissed Bilbo’s leps gently.
“I’m going to move now.” Thorin informed the hobbit, and Bilbo gave a shaky nod. Both knew that if Thorin apologized, Bilbo wouldn’t forgive him, because the dwarf had done exactly as he instructed.
He moved to lay Bilbo on his back once more, still connected to him, as Thorin refused to remove himself from the hobbit, even a fraction of an inch, until he could get a good look at Bilbo taking him completely. The dwarf practically grew even harder inside the hobbit at the sight of his penis inside the hobbit. His hand traced over Bilbo’s stomach, and he groaned as he brushed his fingers over the bulge of his much too large dick, very visible under the skin.
“I love you.” Thorin whispered to the hobbit, who gave a weak smile, eyes filled with love back at Thorin, even if he was unable to speak at the moment. He gripped the sheets once more as Thorin pulled himself back, watching the shape of his penis leaving Bilbo, his stomach flattening, before quickly shoving himself back in all the way.
To say his mind went blank wouldn’t be completely accurate. His mind was actually filled with colors he’d never known before, and sounds he’d never heard. He felt as if everything was new and nothing had ever felt better than burying himself inside his hobbit’s tight, slicked hole. Even if his mind wasn’t blank, he had no control over his body, which was effectively using Bilbo for his own bidding.
Yet, upon looking down at Bilbo, who had eventually relaxed more as he became comfortable with Thorin’s cock inside him, he was reassured that this wasn’t just his bidding, but also the hobbit’s. They both wanted the other so badly it was painful, and all these thoughts and feelings were simply the overwhelming satisfaction of finally being together, physically, as one.
Bilbo’s prick was limp once more, Thorin had realized as his eyes followed the trail of white that led from Bilbo’s chest down to his cock. The sight of Bilbo, looking completely ravaged, consumed by Thorin and by the pleasure his dwarf was bringing him, was the last thing he needed to reach his climax.
“D-don’t pull out.” Were the first words Bilbo had said since Thorin began fucking his hobbit ruthlessly and without abandon.
“Wh-what?” Thorin panted, sweat dripping down his brow and into his beard.
“I…Oh fuck…I want you to come in me!” Bilbo sobbed out wetly as he wrapped his legs desperately around Thorin. “Come in me…please!” Bilbo begged of his dwarf, locking him into place with a surprising amount of strength.
The look in Bilbo’s eyes, and the way his voice trembled and whimpered out for Thorin as he made his demands was too much for him. The hobbit clenched around him once more, and with a shaky thrust in, Thorin was unable to keep himself from spilling his seed inside his lover. His beloved and betrothed. His . His. His.
Upon feeling the warmth filling him, Bilbo looked up at Thorin with clearer, more focused, hazel eyes. A smile spread across his rosey cheeked face as he lifted a weak hand up to Thorin’s cheek to caress his beard softly.
“I love you…” Bilbo whisepred, bliss dripping from each word.
“I love you too.” Thorin breathed back, expecting Bilbo to let go of him with his legs, yet it seemed that Bilbo was determined to keep himself plugged with Thorin’s softening erection, ensuring something would catch.
“A-are you sure about this?” Thorin whispered after Bilbo finally released him, and slowly, Thorin began to pull himself out of Bilbo and laid down on his back beside his love.
“About what?” Bilbo asked with a sleepy, goofy grin.
“...you…you originally asked for me to not…you know.” Thorin gestured vaguely to his cum which puddled underneath Bilbo between his legs.
“...I know.” Bilbo sighed, his brow knitting together.
“Are you upset?” Thorin asked, keeping his tone level.
“...I don’t know. Not upset at you. Never. If…If I’m upset about anything, it’s that I didn’t have the mind to think about…you know…” Bilbo gestured vaguely in return.
Thorin nodded and hummed as he kissed Bilbo’s shoulder absentmindedly, trying not to panic that his hobbit was upset at him, even if he said he wasn’t. When Bilbo slowly turned on his side to face Thorin, wincing terribly as he did so as his entire body was sore from being taken so brutally and perfectly by his betrothed, he kissed his dwarf’s nose.
“I thought of the perfect beginning for my book!” Bilbo smiled, his eyes bright, though tired, and his smile soft and calm.
“Well?”
“...In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit.”
As Bilbo said the words, Thorin couldn’t help but smile tenderly at the hobbit. He let the words sink in, and played the sound of Bilbo saying it over and over again in his mind. With a happy sigh, he pressed a soft, long, languid kiss to Bilbo’s red and sore lips.
“It’s perfect.”