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"Never have I been so wrong.."
Hes embraced and it isn't the first spark that Bilbo had felt since meeting Thorin.
No, the first spark came with meeting those icy blue eyes for the first time. Bilbo had felt fear and a bit of something else run through him like he'd never felt before. It reminded him of when he was a bit younger, talking with his peers about who would be well to court. He never got around too it. But those sort of feelings is the only way he could describe a percentage of what he felt in that moment.
His eyes demanded something feirce, a look Bilbo had learned not to take too harshly- but admire in their basking presence. He had that nobility and aura of royalty. Just as his birthright. It was hard not to keep his eyes off of.
No, this spark wasn't the first. But it was the ignition needed for the next event to occur.
A moments of peace was rare and they all greedily took it. Bathing was something Bilbo thought they didn't do nearly enough. Nor him now he supposed. So he was glad when they stopped by the lake. It was cold. Freezing nearly. But the hobbit cared a bit to much about the cleanliness of his body to give a damn.
He just thought of the fire Gandalf was tending just a yard or so away, that helped ease the coolness.
Bilbo had taken it upon himself to separate himself from the group in the past. Wanting a bit of privacy as he was used too. But now, he felt a stronger sense of unity between them. A bond. A trust that Hobbits don't seem to come by often.
So he bathed with them. Watched the younger of the bunch wrestle and splash around. Bellied laughters and cheerful melodies to keep there spirits high.
"Aw! Master Baggins finally comes around to bathe. Beginning to think ya had something to hide." Dwalin"s voice is hearty and scratchy. A chest full of hair is by his side as he roughly clapped on the back a few times.
He clambers forward a bit and that's when he feels that intense gaze upon him. Icier then the water now, though Bilbo can't imagine why. He thought they had bonded a bit but the way Thorin's gaze lands on him makes him feel like they're back to square one.
He sinks further into the water, to his neck as he adverts his eyes down.
"Now hold on. He IS a hobbit. Maybe he does have something to hide." Fili's voice rings out and Bilbo shot him a look.
"Yeah. We've never seen Hobbits before. They could be different from us." Kili stated and then all eyes were upon him.
"Naw, wasting your time. A Halfing isn't to much different from the likes of us." Balin stated.
"Yes. He is correct. Listen to him." Bilbo tried to ward them off but that only drove the brothers closer to him as they disremarked what they're elder had said. Ignorance in youth.
"That's what someone who has something to hide would say." Fili's voice is edged with mischief and he has that boysterous smile on his face that could only mean trouble for Bilbo. Kili's grin- identical.
"Fili, Kili. No." Bilbo scolded, putting a finger in front of them as they glided through the water like predators trying to sneak up on unsuspecting prey.
"Just a little peaky.."
They were nearly three feet away and not one in the company seemed to object to there plans except a fed up Balin that could only shake his head at the rascals. They all seemed rather curious.
"That's quite enough you two.. No..!" He was backing up now and they were just about lunge when a voice of harsh falling and tension wrang.
"He said that is enough!" Thorin's bark practically bit the boys as they backed off.
"You two are too foolish for your own good. Leave him be. That's an order." His voice was much more sultry then Bilbo imagined and instead of disappointed in themselves or fearful- Bilbo could see they were quite smug twords their uncle. Nevertheless, they left him be and Bilbo let out a breath of relief.
Thorin's mood seemed to only bitter further and he hurriedly as one could with wounds such as his- clambered out of the lake. Muttering of insolence under his breath. Matters assumed normal as they all got back to their bathing. Though the youngins we're snickering and chuffing to themselves and Bilbo couldn't help but not see what was so funny.
He found himself rather finished as well, he was clean and that was the goal. He didn't want to find himself getting pruny.
He clambered behind a giant rock before grabbing the nearest cloth that drapped over his shoulders and dragged behind him a bit but at least it kept most of the wind from nipping.
He passed Gandalf, who looked him up and down for a moment before continuing on his pipe.
"Where's Thorin?" He asked.
"Threw on his knickers and went on ahead. Scouting I presume, though he wouldn't let me tend to his wounds. Insisted on doing it himself. Stubborn I tell you."
"Oh. This direction?" Bilbo pointed and Gandalf nodded, looking at him strangely.
"Might I suggest throwing on some trousers yourself Bilbo Baggins."
"Oh. Mhm." Bilbo offered him a half hearted look back before trotting along, not hearing a word he had said.
The wizard shook his head, to be that blinded by love. He remembers a time.
It didn't take long for Bilbo to find him. A grassy glade sitting on a stone. His hair still dripping at the ends, he was only wearing brown slacks and Bilbo tried to drink in that chest. Hairy as well but in a much more enticing way.
He was littered in faded scars but the tissue shared that they were deep. Fresh puncture wounds were also exposed and Bilbo realized he was trying to wrap his arm. Though seemed to be doing a poorly job at it considering he could only make do with one hand.
"Quite exposed, aren't you Burglar?" Thorin chided and Bilbo glanced down, still drapped in just a blanket his ears tinged red.
"Yes well, I know you won't let any harm fall upon me."
"In this moment. Yes."
”Good enough I suppose."
He watched him struggle for a second more before moving closer.
"Here- let me." He offered as Thorin moved over to make room for him. He sat next to him, his arms moved the blanket to expose his chest and the wind licked at his skin. Though it was better then his lower half feeling the wrath.
His hands found their way to his biceps and if Bilbo hadnt been so intent on focusing on the wrapping he might've noticed Thorin's gaze had shifted to his torso.
"You have soft hands." The dwarf stated.
"Well, I supposed I never got around to toughening them up."
"Do you do any labor at all?"
"Gardening. Everyone help's maintain the gardens in the Shire. Though that's more of a seasonal occasion."
Thorin chuffed in amusement.
"You're way of life. It comes across so simple."
"Well I happen to like simplicity."
"No you don't."
Bilbo raised his eyebrow looking up at him once more and those eyes are much less intense.
"Excuse me?" He stated.
"You wouldn't be hear if the simple life was calling your name. In fact, I bet just about any quest could have come around and you wouldn't have hesitated to answer the call. You were lookin for an out."
"It's not so that I answered a call then a wizard thrusted 13 dwarves upon me." Bilbo chided, a slight edge in his voice.
"No offense was intended. You're very homely, I admit. But there's something in you that calls for an adventure. You're brave Bilbo Baggins."
His ears were burning hot now, when was the last time he was complimented like this before? He finished bandaging his arm, keeping his face down so Thorin wouldn't see what a mess of red he had become.
But a pale coarse hand gentled around his cheek and lifted his head up slowly as he looked Torin in the eyes and was lost.
"Courageous."
He continued and the way he looked at him was so pure the hobbit swore he was looking right into his very soul.
"Bold."
He said next, his voice almost a whisper and Bilbo's heart pumped rapidly as he slid his thumb over his skin leaving little shocks- like fireworks we're going off under the calloused finger pad.
"And full of many, many surpises.."
His thumb suddenly went over his lips and pressed gently, surprisingly nearly every fiber of his being he opened his mouth. Heat his body barely even had was pooling below as he sucked lightly on the thick extremity.
One gulp seemed to throw Thorin over the edge as he dove forward, thumb out of the way as he placed a slow yet so needy and hard kiss against his lips. It had the hobbits soft green eyes glazing over as he so effortlessly opened his mouth for the King's tongue as well.
That's when the greediness came in and things were growing hotter by the second. But Bilbo welcomed it. His hands trailed from the rock to that broad chest. His body turning a bit to feel all of those little perfect imperfections. He was pleasantly surprised to find his torso quite warm despite the nipping wind and finally latched on to his shoulders.
Thorin was growing a bit more frenzied now. His tongue lapping viciously as his hands searched under the blanket to Bilbo's practically flawless skin. Not a hair grew nor scar could be found and the lightning feeling under his palms caused Bilbo to let out a throaty gasp and that's when Thorin finally fell back.
"I must have you tonight my dear burglar." His voice was a bit hazy and there was a glow in those eyes.
"Just tonight?" Bilbo wondered in a daze, his hands going up to cup his face and Thorin seemed to finally grow red himself at prospect of having the Hobbit. He gulped, placing a hand over the Hobbit's left hand, holding it to his face.
"Everynight. Forever if you'd like."
"Forever is quite a long time."
"Are you ready to commit to it?" Maybe there was a tad trace of fear in his tone that made his voice shake. Torin didn't seem the romantic type, not in the slightest. Years of war and hardships seemed to beat the leisure of having romance out of his agenda.
But Bilbo could already see a future carved out, though what it looked like up close he wasn't so sure. They come from two very different worlds. And neither seemed to want to give up the lives that they had built up so easily.
But that was the then, this was the now. He was sure they'd find away.
"I am." He stated quietly, and a burst of new emotions that had been contained so harshly were released within Torin as he fell forward and captured his lips once more.
The urgency still presented itself but it was much, much tender. Thorin leaned into it harder an arm going around the small of back to keep him from falling. Bilbo could feel him grabbing at far more soft fleshy skin, exploring a body built much different from his rock hard exterior.
Another noise was dragged from Bilbo's throat as he felt the covers of the area below grow far to warm underneath.
"Thorin.." He breathed against his lips insinuating his need and urgency.
It didn't take the dwarf long to understand what the Hobbit wanted. Especially with how much he wanted it as well.
He was up on his feet, the Hobbit picked up quite easily though Bilbo had always found himself to be on the stalkier side, but that was no problem for the King.
He was layed on the grass gently, the blanket still partially under him as Thorin lifted the part that covered him.
The crisp air made his shudder but Thorin seemed to be drinking in his body. Eyes raking over every exposed piece of flesh.
"Thorin.." he repeated, though this time out of the chill settling in his bones. The King seemed to finally snap out of it as he placed his body on top of the Hobbit's squisher form, the blanket going over both of them as Torin wasted no time on working on his neck.
Kisses and nips that had Bilbo growing louder and desperate as he thrusted up against the large figure above him.
"Please.. Thorin.." he huffed and The King closed his eyes, hips rolling down that caused a needy gasp to escape.
"Don't ever stop saying my name." Bilbo heard, his voice low and sensual. It had him reeling as he whimpered a little.
"Thorin... Please. Take me apart and build me back up again."
Your wish is my command my beloved burglar."
One hand reaches up to push digits back into his mouth. While the other reaches down to wrap around Bilbo's practically red cock.
It easily encases around him and hes frantically thrusting in the warm, increasingly moist hand while his mouth encased around fingers.
Thorin's watching the erotic display spread out right before his eyes and can't get enough as he maintains eye contact with the burglar. Thrusting his fingers in rhythm with Bilbo's hips as he watched those tawny green eyes roll back and without much more notice his fist was soaked in Halfing seed.
The Hobbit panted fingers gone, trying to catch his breath as The King watched in awe. When he seemed to calm down just a bit, his eyes glazed over, almost foggy like.
"More." He stated, his voice small at first.
"What?" Thorin asked in question.
"More." He repeated again, his voice had a drunken urgency to it and Bilbo was quick to wrap his arms around Thorin, one hand grasping at the back of his head to pull him in a sloppily hard kiss that had the dwarf tensing a bit in surprise at his boldness before easing it to the same level of urgency.
"Please Thorin. I can't wait any longer. I beg you.."
"No need to beg, I will always sate you my Hobbit."
"Hurry then."
Thorin knew he wasn't going to ask again so he was quick to bring his slicked finger down and search for the warm cavity that made up the Hobbit's tight insides.
He was quick to thrust his index finger in one quick swipe and he was glad he did because the moan that was ignited from his lips was something he could get drunk off of.
He was honestly quite surprised none of the company had gone of looking for them. Though he'd make quick work of making them leave. Nothing was getting in the way of this night.
His walls clenched around him so tightly he was a bit concerned that the Hobbit may not be able to take him. Bilbo was much smaller then him, compact. He just nearly made it to his shoulder and that was being generous.
"More. More please." The Hobbit huffed out, eyes wide and lust filled and Thorin's doubts melted away almost immediately.
He thrusted another finger in, thrusting them in and out. Pushing his hole open, exploring every bit of fleshy warmth he could.
He felt the bump inside him just as Bilbo let out another exceedingly loud moan, eyes falling deeper in the lust chasm he had created as he seemed to lose his grip on reality. Fingernails dug into his biceps and for once it was a pain he accepted willingly.
"Again. Oh my goodness.. again Thorin."
He rubbed and prodded over that bump, each time causing a jolt to overcome his body that Thorin craved more than anything at the moment.
He found himself licking over the fresh skin, down his neck and over his beaded nipples as he fucked the Hobbit with his fingers.
His last finger joined and he made sure to hit dead on that bump with every thrust. Bilbo couldn't even comprehend words though he found it in him to reach down and grab at the strained package in Thorin's trousers.
"I.. I want.." he finally got out and at this point Thorin didn't need to be told twice. Without haste his knickers were kicked off and he opened pressed himself flat against the Hobbit. Bilbo wrapped his arms around him completely as they shared one passionately soft kiss that had Bilbo grow a bit emotional from his lust haze.
Though it was a quick recovery as he felt a jabbed thrust against his thigh, hot and heavy. He craved it. He spread his legs as wide as he could letting Thorin adjust quickly before he thrusted again and it was like a sigh of relief when he finally was in.
Bilbo couldn't speak or moan, he could hear Thorin groan above him but he was completely ensnared in how hard The King had pushed against the bump that had him quaking and how good it felt.
"Oh.. Thorin.." he finally managed as the dwarf began rocking his hips, Bilbo wanted faster, deeper, harder, and his king complied. Whatever he asked for Bilbo got and it was perfect.
Eventually the Hobbit grew greedy as well, though you could hardly call it that. He showed Thorin positions that could let him easily go faster and fill him to hilt.
Bilbo was placed on his elbows and knees, arms stretched out and fingers digging into the dirt beneath the grass. His back arched as his were spread out by the King's thigh in-between them. The sound of skin frantically snapping together and their cries of estacy filled the place. Bilbo could feel the hand clenching hard on his hips as he let Thorin have him entirely.
He had already released again but kept chasing that high. Wanting more and more of this beautiful dwarf. He could feel every punch inside of him, like it was going through his body and coming back to be wrapped graciously in his wetted warmth.
He felt his body keen and his soul pull backwards towards the dwarf that was claiming him.
"Thorin.. My King.."
"I am your King.. My Bilbo Baggins I need you by my side."
"I.. I will always be.. Thorin-!"
For the third time he came to completion that night and that when he finally began to feel spent. His Dwarf was grunting and groaning as he ground into him. Kisses going up his back as his hair tickled his sides.
Somehow every thrust felt like even more then he was privy too. Each drew out a loud throaty sound from his throat that he was sure their Fellowship was very aware of now. Though at this point he was sure Thorin would attack them where they stood. Or perhaps he wouldn't stop and give them that icy glare that asserted his declaration over the Hobbit.
Both thoughts had Bilbo keening as felt slickness between them as his Dwarf began pounding even harder.
The Halfing could hardly bare it- only hardly though because Thorin gave him such pleasure still.
"Bilbo..!" He called out and with a feral groan that struck him through his core his King came to completion within him. He whimpered a bit at the feeling of being filled. White hot flashes serading him as he felt pump after pump. Thorin thrusting slowly to ride out his high.
Finally, he slumpt over to the Hobbit's side. Bilbo bit his lip as to contain the noises when Thorin pulled out. Finally regaining a sense of decency. Though it was far to late for that now. Not when the whole of the woodland already heard his cries of pleasure.
He shuddered as he felt his King's seed seep from his bottom and paint his thighs.
"Oh my.. That was.. well.."
"We're needin another bath here shortly." Thorin asserted, catching his breath as he pushed long dark hair from his face.
"I suppose we do." Bilbo agreed a small smile forming on his mouth and a dopey grin spread on Thorins.
"Your ears.. they were waggling a bit." Thorin chuckled before cupping one with his much bigger hand. Bilbo felt them flush red once more and Thorin leaned into kiss them both softly.
"You felt good then?" He asked.
"Better than ever before."
"Was there a before?"
"Not really, a few curious hands and eager mouths- but nothing quite like this."
He ran a hand gingerly through his hair as the Dwarf lay on his side looking down at him.
"I'm sure a king such as yourself did a number of courting.." Bilbo continued.
"On the contrary. My kind are quite lazy with the urge to breed. We find greater pleasures in our findings and treasures."
"Well I hope I gave you enough."
"Oh Master Baggins I assure you I'm just as well as I'll be when we arrive on the doorstep of the Misty Mountains."
"That's quite a thing to assure."
Thorin grabbed his hand with his own, lacing there fingers together Bilbo realized just how small in comparison. The King kissed the back of his hand.
"Then I guarantee. And we'll celebrate just as well."
"I look forward to it." Bilbo said, smiling up at him, cheeks aglow.
He wished they could stay longer, but with the night settling in- the lake would escalate to a freezing state. The blanket was throughly ruined with sticky seed just as was the two small folk.
They would need to wash and hang it by the fire as soon as possible as so it wouldn't be damp in the morning air.
Thorin found his trousers and slipped them on before lifting the blanketed Bilbo up and refused to put him down. Atleast until he was properly washed and well rested.
They travelled pass the Company- most were a sleep by the four or five awake looked at the two with curious eyes. One look from Thorin and there was no questions asked. Though the Hobbit had a feeling once the news reached the younger of ears who were all sound asleep- they would never let him hear the end of it. Especially Thorin's nephews who took his scoldings with a grain of salt.
They bathed quickly, though Bilbo wasn't sure he even left the dwarfs lap. If the water wasn't so frigid he was sure they would be all over eachother once more. The blanket was washed throughly and hung to dry.
Bilbo was finally clothed, though he could do it himself. Thorin was persistent on pulling his shirt over his head and tying up his britches. The Hobbit realized that this may be part of his love language. Partaking more in the aftercare of their endeavors.
Bilbo found it sweet and endearing.
"Share the space under my cloak with me?" Thorin asked and how could the Hobbit refuse?
The found a place near the fire, only the eldest of the company were up, whispering amongst eachother. Balin and Gandalf seemed deep in conversation and didn't even notice when they lay wrapped in Thorin's thick fluffy coat.
Bilbo's eyes had grown heavy, though he didn't want to look away from that face that has his whole body aglow with warmth. His small hand went up to cup that bearded face. Thorin turned his head to give it a light kiss before pulling his closer, head tucked under his beard, bodies flushed together.
"Sleep my dear burglar." He murmured softly. "You need your rest."
"As do you, My King." He felt those muscles go rigid for just a moment before he felt lips kiss the top of his head.
He would keep in consideration how much Thorin liked to be called that. His eyelids fluttered for a moment before shutting as he found peace within the dwarves arms.