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Bilbo stirred awake, slowly rousing into consciousness as he wiggled and stretched under the plush covers he was nestled in. He froze for the briefest moments at the heat along his back and the warm, solid arm around his torso until he remembered that he and Thorin had retreated to the dwarf’s chambers after their talk at the hidden door, he relaxed instantly after that and pressed back into the body behind him earning a soft grunt as the arm across him tightened.

“Good morning.” Bilbo hummed.

“There is little good about mornings.” Thorin grumbled. “This one however is much more agreeable.” He added and Bilbo snorted out a laugh, his breath hitching a little as warm lips met the nape of his neck.

They hadn’t done anything after getting back to Thorin’s chambers, it had been late and Bilbo had been so exhausted from weeks of not sleeping well with the addition of his emotional whiplash over the last few hours that Thorin had tucked them up in bed and he had been asleep in seconds.

Hardly the most romantic of actions but with the way Thorin’s teeth were gently nibbling at the top of his spine the dwarf clearly hadn’t cared.

Bilbo let out a soft moan as Thorin’s hand pressed and rubbed at his skin through the fabric of his top, the shirt he had been wearing being used as make-shift sleep-wear as he hadn’t had the ability to pick up something from his rooms. It was hardly decent, the fabric barely came down to his mid-thigh but Bilbo frankly didn’t care one bit.

Thorin’s hand was warm and strong, his lips gentle against the back of his neck as the dwarf pulled Bilbo flush against him.

Bilbo’s breath hitched at the hard length pressing into his arse, shifting his body back to push against it and that got a wonderful rumble of a groan out of Thorin that Bilbo felt along his back. Large yet deft fingers pulled at the top buttons on his shirt, the lips at the back of his neck moving to the side and Bilbo sighed at the attention.

He hadn’t intended on starting his day off like this but he was hardly going to complain, almost a year of travelling with others, much as he loved them all, had left him little opportunity for self-care in these matters, and if Thorin wanted to share those now with him?

Well he was hardly going to put a stop to it. He was a grown Hobbit, he had needs.

One that was making itself more then known between his legs and he reached down a hand to relieve some tension when a large hand stopped him and moved down instead.

Bilbo sucked in a breath as Thorin’s hand closed over him. “That is my task.” Came the rumble against his ear and oh Bilbo didn’t have it in him to care about how forward Thorin was being, not with the way the dwarf was slowly stroking his cock like they had all the time in the world.

A thumb circled over the head of his cock and Bilbo moaned, an answering groan sounding from Thorin as he rocked back into the dwarf’s hips.

Bilbo could have happily spent like this, warm, happy, and held like a cherished thing in Thorin’s arms, he would have too had it not been for an untimely ring of the bell from the outer rooms. They both paused as if they had both assumed they were hearing things, another ring sounded and Thorin thunked his head against Bilbo’s shoulder, letting out a long, amusingly aggrieved sigh before he tragically let go of Bilbo’s cock and moved to get up.

“We could ignore it.” Bilbo suggested as he rolled onto his back to watch Thorin pull on a shirt before leaving the bed, a wry smile pulling at the dwarf’s lips.

“I would but Balin has no qualms about letting himself into my rooms to rouse me from sleep if he sees fit.” Thorin said. “I doubt you would be agreeable to that.” He added, blue eyes glancing down at Bilbo’s covered lap before they darted back up to his own and Bilbo felt a bolt of heat go down his spine at the same time he shuddered in embarrassment.

“Nope, no thank you.” He said, pulling the covers up to his chin and Thorin chuckled lightly before leaving Bilbo with a parting kiss to his head.

Bilbo had a moment of smug satisfaction at seeing Thorin adjust his trousers and make sure his tunic was covering his crotch before he walked to the bedroom door and left to his receiving room, once he was gone Bilbo flopped back onto the bed and let out a long breath as he tried his best to will his erection away. He had things to do and given that Thorin was being bothered already they clearly wouldn’t have any time to continue what had been interrupted.

Bilbo let out a small huff as he stared at the ceiling before throwing the covers off and set about finding his clothes from the night before. To anyone else it would look like a shameful retrieval, but nothing had happened and Bilbo did eventually need to go back to his rooms, he just hoped no one would notice that he was still wearing the same clothes.

A raised voice caught his attention from the other room and he should probably leave it alone but curiosity made him step towards the door.

“-know full well that you shouldn’t be keeping him here like this.” Balin’s voice sounded stern and disappointed.

“I know Balin.” Thorin sighed and Bilbo swallowed once, his ears burning a little as it wasn’t hard to figure out who they were referring to.

For a moment Bilbo wondered if Thorin really could be with Bilbo as a lover, let alone a spouse, he hadn’t mentioned it as an issue but he had learned over the last year that dwarves were a very secretive lot, they wouldn’t tell him anything they didn’t want him to know. His gut churned a little at the notion of being shameful, or worse: being some secret lover that Thorin could never court openly, he was so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t hear the heavy footfalls until the bedroom door opened again and Thorin stepped through.

“Thorin!” They both jumped equally startled and for a few moments stared at each other like idiots before Thorin sighed.

“Bilbo…” And Bilbo stepped back, all too ready to hear Thorin’s rejection and not wanting to deal with it.

“It’s fine.” Thorin frowned at him. “I can see myself out-”

“Bilbo no.” Thorin rubbed a hand down his face. “How much did you overhear?” He asked and Bilbo blanched a little.

“Not… much, mostly that I shouldn’t be here so I can make myself scarce and-” He moved to walk past Thorin but was stopped by a firm but gentle hand on his arm.

“For a start going anywhere dressed as you are would be, unwise.” Blue eyes drifted down his body and Bilbo flushed as he realised he was holding his clothes and hadn’t actually put them back on. “And for another I am not sending you from my bed or heart.”

“Right.” Bilbo responded, not any less lost.

A gentle tug had him following Thorin into the receiving room and being deposited on one of the large sofas, his clothes bundled into his lap as he watched Thorin sit beside him. The large, warm hand on his arm drifted down to one of his own hands, tugging on it a little until Bilbo relinquished the hold on his clothes, their fingers tangling together.

“I am remiss in not informing you of how we court, but in my defence I did not believe this to be an option for me.” Thorin cleared his throat, clearly a little embarrassed. “We have done things somewhat out of order.”

“No midnight rendezvous before a grace period?” Bilbo joked, knowing how fussy Gentle-Hobbits were about prospective suitors in the Shire. His own mother had given her family a mild scandal by meeting with his father alone after two months.

“Of a sort.” Thorin nodded. “We are not so strict about shared quarters at night or what activities are done within after a betrothal.” And Bilbo really tried not to imagine what could have happened if they weren’t interrupted, but he was only mortal and Thorin was right next to him.

An almost shamed sound issued from Thorin. “But a waiting period is expected, and to keep you by my side I would, and should have a courting braid and bead of my own in your hair to proudly show my intentions, to do otherwise would invite scorn upon you and give question to my devotion towards you.”

“Ah, so I would look like some temporary lover to your people.” Thorin nodded at him glumly.

“The Company would know this to not be the case, but Dain’s people, the others arriving from Ered Luin, they would see you as a bed-warmer and little else.” Bilbo winced a little when it was put like that and Thorin squeezed his hand, it hadn’t been intentional but it still wasn’t a nice notion.

“So… how do we make sure I’m not seen that way?” He asked, his heart thudding in his chest as Thorin reached a hand up to brush his fingers through his curls and Bilbo all but melted into the touch.

“I would place my bead in your hair, let everyone know my intentions towards you and after a few weeks we would be able to do as we please.” It sounded so simple that Bilbo found himself letting out a noise of agreement.

“Not months then?” He asked as Thorin’s fingers separated strands of his hair, as if he was looking for the best place to put a bead.

“Not as such, it can depend on the family, but given we have spent the last year getting to know one another I can argue some of that as our courting period.” Bilbo couldn’t help the laugh that left him at that.

“Thorin you spent the first part of our journey irritated that I was even there.” He pointed out, smiling at the way Thorin let out an intelligible grumble under his breath.

“I did, and I spent just as much time frustrated that you were so lovely to my eye.” He added and Bilbo couldn’t stop the shudder that went through his body, not with the way Thorin was staring at him and how the hand that had been in his hair had moved down to the top of his shirt, fingers idly playing with the button at his collarbone.

“Oh?” He prodded, not above stroking his own ego. He was fully aware of how attractive he found Thorin, it was nice to know the feeling was mutual.

“Hm, you were a distraction in your sleep shirt in your home.” The fingers tugged at the button, slipping it free. “In your well-fitted waistcoat, absurdly adorned as it was.”

“Those were some of the finest hand-made buttons in the Shire I’ll have you know.” But Bilbo’s protests were half-hearted, far more interested in Thorin’s mouth that was moving closer to his own.

“I will make you better ones.” Not a question, a statement and Bilbo tried not to squirm in his seat, all too aware of how undressed he still was. “And now here in my rooms, you are a temptation beyond reason scantly dressed as you are.”

Blue eyes roved over him and Bilbo could feel all the blood in his body rushing to his cock, and to hell with propriety he wanted this dwarf, now.

He surged forwards without shame or care at his underdressed state, pressing his lips against Thorin’s as he dropped his clothes to the floor, his hands pushing and bunching up into the dwarf’s shirt as he shoved into Thorin’s space. There was a pause where Thorin didn’t react and Bilbo had a moment to worry that he had wildly misinterpreted the dwarf’s actions when strong arms wrapped around him and the lips against his moved.

It was a flurry of limbs and hair after that, Bilbo let Thorin move them both how he wished, hauled up over and held down against Thorin’s body as they reclined on the sofa, large hands roving over his clothed back, occasionality dipping down to the hem just about covering his arse and Bilbo groaned, loud and unashamed. He was a few seconds away from grabbing one of Thorin’s hands and shoving it under and up his shirt like the dwarf clearly wanted to when loud banging sounded at the door and they both jerked apart.

“Thorin I swear to Mahal you better not be doing anything to bring shame upon our Burglar.” Bilbo could feel himself flushing bright red and Thorin for his part looked like he’d just been caught tumbling someone by his own father, which… wasn’t as far off as Bilbo supposed it might be.

With a palpable level of reluctance Thorin righted them both and gently pushed Bilbo off of him until he was sat back on the sofa.

“I will come to your rooms later and gift you the appropriate bead.” Thorin said and Bilbo nodded at him dumbly.

“And then only a few weeks of waiting?” He asked, his eyes roving across and down Thorin’s form, noting the prominent bulge between his legs.

“Yes, only a few weeks.” Thorin all but breathed, his own eyes trailing across Bilbo and his arms twitched like he was restraining himself from hauling him back in.

Bilbo shivered, right, a few weeks.

He could do this.

----

Sadly their duties for the day kept them apart, Thorin was busy with nobles from the Iron Hills for most of the day while Bilbo was with Balin to compile recovery reports and make new plans.

All it meant is that he was entirely distracted and little use to his friend as they sat together in the great library. Balin didn’t comment on it, or even say one word of complaint, but he did have a content smile on his face, which after a few hours did finally make Biblo break the work-chatter.

“How long have you believed Thorin and I to be together?” He asked, tapping his pencil against the parchment in front of him, more curious than offended despite the chaos of the prior day.

“Honestly lad for a while now, some of the others thought that his offering of your Mithril shirt was the sign of his intent, but frankly given the state he was in I wasn’t entirely sure he knew what he was doing.” Bilbo nodded at that, Thorin himself had said that the action in his own head had been filled with mixed intention.

Balin shuffled a bit of paper to the side. “But truthfully I thought our night in Laketown was where the two of you committed to one another.” Bilbo blinked at that.

Now Dwalin’s jeers the day after made a rather obvious amount of sense, but it had been nothing of the sort in reality, Thorin had gone out for some air, Bilbo had joined him and they had chatted away about various pointless things. More than anything Bilbo had wanted to try and pull Thorin out of the distracted mood that had gripped him the moment they had stepped into Laketown, all these months later and he still wasn’t sure if the Gold madness had started to take Thorin even then. But regardless his determination had been in full swing and Bilbo had wanted to try and grasp his friend back, even if only for that short evening.

If Bilbo were being honest he would have happily taken Thorin to his bed then, but his courage had stayed dormant and he hadn’t been confident he could have truly distracted Thorin from his quest. Maybe if they had tumbled together that night things might have been different, perhaps they would have gone better and Bilbo could have reached Thorin through his madness.

Or perhaps things would have been so much worse and Bilbo shuddered, it was no good prying too far into that hypothetical.

“We didn’t.” Bilbo offered quietly and Balin nodded.

“A fact I am aware of now, and I am sorry for the mess I’ve caused recently lad, I truly thought you and Thorin were simply keeping quiet and would announce your courtship after his coronation.” Balin looked so sorry that Bilbo didn’t have it in him to be angry, not that he really had been, so much of the past few months had been mired in misunderstandings and Bilbo was as guilty as the rest of them.

He nodded a took in a deep breath all the same.

“Well embarrassing at it was I supposed I should thank you to some degree.”

“Oh?” Balin looked genuinely surprised and Bilbo gave him a wry smile.

“Without the confusion and my hurt feelings we likely would have kept dancing around one another for months.” Balin let out a hearty laugh at that and Bilbo grinned.

“Aye well, I know how dense Thorin can be in matters of the heart, but I had some faith that surviving everything might have knocked some sense into him.” Balin’s tone was dry but fond and it warmed something inside Bilbo.

“He isn’t the only one at fault, I wasn’t letting myself see anything more either.” Bilbo admitted, shrugging and only feeling a little embarrassed.

“Hm, a match made in Mahal’s image then.” Balin replied and that got a shocked laugh out of Bilbo, the dwarf joining in after a few moments.

They went back to work after that, content to chat about plans with some idle comments here and there about little of importance but as the hours drew on Bilbo found himself to be more and more distracted. He was meeting with Thorin later and sure they’d spent evenings together before, but this was the first time there was intent behind it and it had Bilbo’s insides squirming with anxious nerves. Honestly he was too old to be feeling like this, but at the same time he couldn’t help but enjoy the excitement fluttering in his chest.

He gave it another hour before giving up, closing the book in front of him and setting his parchment to the side.

“I’m going to finish early for the day.” Bilbo said as he slid out of the chair and grabbed his outer-tunic, the one Thorin had given him. It did wonders at keeping him warm from the slight chill inside the mountain, and if it being a gift from Thorin made it feel warmer, well that was something Bilbo would happily keep to himself.

Balin let him go with a soft smile.

“Say hello to Thorin for me.” Balin called as Bilbo was at the door and he was proud of himself for not stumbling out of surprise at the dwarf’s teasing tone.

He reached the door of his rooms, thankful that Bofur and Bifur were currently at work in the mines, opened the door and walked through into the small living space for himself. He didn’t have as much as he did in Bag End but he had gained a few trinkets here and there, gifts from his friends, from Thorin, and what his friends hadn’t quite been so privy to: a rather impressive new clothes collection.

It was nothing compared to his wardrobe in the Shire, but he had already started to amass a rather lovely collection of clothes for himself here, from various waistcoats, trousers, dress-shirts, and a rather lovely evening jacket, so Bilbo busied himself with picking out an outfit to catch Thorin’s eye. Not that he had much trouble with that as it turned out, but still he wanted to be well-dressed. He settled on a plain but well made shirt, a new deep green waistcoat, a pair of trousers that matched in a dark brown and his outer-tunic on top, he checked himself over in the small mirror on a side-table and nodded to himself, happy with his reflection.

He turned to his door and walked up, opening it and jumping as he was met with Thorin on the other side, his hand raised to knock. They both blinked at one another for a moment, Thorin’s blue eyes tracing down his form and Bilbo tried his best not to shiver in anticipation.

They weren’t allowed to do anything, yet.

“I was… you look wonderful.” Thorin breathed and Bilbo swallowed, trying not to squirm on the spot.

“So do you.” Thorin’s hair was neatly braided, a few beads catching the light, he was wearing soft looking dark trousers, and a well-made dark tunic with little speckles of gold. Nothing too ornate, just simple finery. “Do you want to come in or…?”

Bilbo stepped aside and gestured into his room, he wasn’t really sure what the protocol here was. In the Shire he’d never have been allowed to meet Thorin alone, though he would have anyway despite the rules, no Hobbit youth ever fully stuck to courting traditions, those were for show for the families. But for dwarves he didn’t know, especially not when that dwarf was royalty.

Thorin only nodded at him.

“If you would permit my entrance, then yes.” Bilbo drew in a breath and then smiled, watching as Thorin walked inside.

He looked around Bilbo’s room with a soft smile on his face, clearly charmed by what Bilbo had already managed to scrounge for himself here. Thorin did one loop and the turned back to Bilbo and Bilbo jumped a little, realising he was still holding the door open. He let out a small cough and closed it, stepping into the room and honestly feeling a little silly, he had no idea what to do. Thorin took any confusion from him, striding up and taking his fidgeting hands in his own large ones, his skin was rough from years of metal-work and wielding weapons but they were also so very warm and Bilbo felt his shoulders relax.

“So, what do we do now?” He asked, looking up at Thorin and seeing the soft smile there. “I know Hobbit traditions but not your own.” Not from a lack of trying on his friends part.

Now that he thought about it Balin and Ori had been all but telling him what to expect, what with the translated notes on dwarven courting left on his work desk and casually mentioning some of the expectations dwarven kings had. Thinking back Bilbo realised he had been more than a little dense.

“Now I offer you my bead as a public declaration of my intent to court you.” Thorin told him, moving back and tugging Bilbo towards the small table at the side of the room.

Bilbo happily let himself be pulled along and stopped when Thorin did, watching as the dwarf pulled a small pouch out of a trouser pocket. He tipped it upside down over a palm and Biblo saw a small, shiny bead lad into Thorin’s hand. It was simple but beautiful, leaves and flowers etched into the metal and it caught so beautifully in the candlelight.

“How long have you had this?” Bilbo asked, watching as Thorin’s brow quirked ever so slightly.

“I may have…” He let out a cough. “I made this some time ago.” Thorin added and Bilbo blinked up at him.

“How presumptuous.” He teased, hardly offended and Bilbo couldn’t stop the small grin that spread across his face, especially not with the way Thorin was shifting on the spot in clear embarrassment.

“I may not have believed my suit to have merit, but the urge to craft your bead burned away at me even so.” He twirled the bead in his large fingers almost absent-mindedly. “So I made it to ease that part of myself at least.” Thorin shrugged at the end, as if he couldn’t explain it better than that and Bilbo was helpless to smile adoringly up at him.

“Well now it has merit.” Bilbo said, watching with satisfaction as a slow, happy smile spread across Thorin’s lips as the dwarf stepper closer.

Bilbo held still as Thorin raised a hand to gently tangle in his hair, his thick fingers separating and sometimes tugging a little at the strands looking for something only the dwarf knew but it made Bilbo shiver in place all the same.

He watched as Thorin placed the bead on the table. “Can I put a bead in your hair too?” Bilbo asked getting a surprised look from Thorin at his words.

“You would not be expected to as you are not a dwarf.” Thorin said as he played with his hair, his fingers were surprisingly gentle given their size, but then intricate forge-work would require a delicate touch.

“I want to.” Bilbo replied, watching as Thorin blinked in surprise at him. “This is a public display of intent yes?” He asked and Thorin nodded. “Then I want mine on you as yours is on me.” He added and saw Thorin’s eyes darken as he visibly swallowed.

Thorin crowded into his space, his fingers gently pulling and winding hair together as he began to make a braid behind his right ear, their bodies pressed close and Bilbo took in a deep breath, Thorin smelled of metal and spice and it made Bilbo’s toes curl.

“You do not know how to do metal-work.” Thorin rumbled, it wasn’t a rebuff, more a statement of fact.

“No, but I could carve you a bead or… would having another dwarf make your bead be inappropriate?” Bilbo asked, tilting his head enough to give Thorin room and trying to ignore the hot puffs of air against his jaw.

A noise that Bilbo would describe as a growl left Thorin’s throat.

“It would not be against custom but, only a family member would be permitted, anything else would be…” Thorin’s gaze was hot, intense and possessive. “Improper.” He finished, his voice low in his chest.

Bilbo swallowed as Thorin twined the ends of the braid together, reaching down to pick up the bead, snapping it firmly, and pointedly in place. The weight of it hung with purpose in Bilbo’s hair and his skin tingled at the knowledge that he was now, officially courting Thorin as the two of them stared at one another, a fire simmering between them and Bilbo wanted to so desperately tend it into an inferno.

“Then I know who to ask, if you’ll permit it?” He asked, sucking in a breath as one of Thorin’s hands reached up and grasped gently at his jaw, tilting Bilbo’s head a little so he could see the bead he had just placed in his hair.

Thorin nodded somewhat dazedly at him.

“You deserve to be courted as if you were a dwarf, with the respect and devotion a future consort should receive.” And Bilbo hadn’t been able to do anything other than kiss him for that.

He had intended for it to be a short kiss of appreciation, but well he might have miscalculated just a little as Bilbo found himself hoisted up on the table with a very interested and very aroused dwarf King between his legs as they all but devoured each other’s mouths. Thorin rocked forwards slightly and Bilbo let out a little breath, his fingers twitching against Thorin’s coat itching to reach down and get his hand between them, perhaps they could just-

He didn’t get to finish that thought as the door to his rooms swung open very, very loudly as Dwalin stood on the other side, his arms crossed and an awful grin spread across his face. They pulled apart and all three of them stared each other down, Dwalin’s grin getting wider as a bright red flush took over Bilbo’s face.

“You can’t even keep your hands to yourselves for five minutes can you?” Dwalin snarked and Thorin let out a low, rumbling noise that did absolutely nothing to lessen Bilbo’s erection where it was pressed into Thorin’s abdomen.

Reluctantly the two of them separated though Bilbo pulled his outer-tunic to cover his lap as best he could and let out a small cough, trying to fight down the blush covering his face. It was unfair that outside of his slightly mussed hair Thorin still looked so put together, only a light dusting of pink sat on his cheeks.

“You could have knocked.” Bilbo said snippily and Dwalin only laughed.

“And let you two break our proud courting traditions? I think not.” Bilbo sent him a glare knowing full well that Dwalin didn’t give one shit about proper courting etiquette, not with how he was sharing his rooms with Nori every night, no he was just all to happy to fuck with them.

Dwalin’s smile only got more shit-eating.

Bilbo rolled his eyes as he hopped off the table, straitening his clothes as he walked up to Thorin and took the dwarf’s hand in his, tugging a little as he moved them both past Thorin’s still grinning Captain of The Guard and out into the hallway.

“It is treason if I ask you to banish him for a week?” He asked, smiling at Thorin’s deep chuckle next to him.

“Regrettably I do need him.” Thorin quipped, though his tone lacked any real heat, only mild annoyance at their interruption. “Besides we need only suffer the indignity for a few weeks.” He added, squeezing his hand.

“Just a few weeks.” Bilbo nodded, it sounded easy, they could do it.

“Aye.” Thorin all but purred and Bilbo looked at him to see a similar heat echoed in Thorin’s eyes.

Bilbo swallowed, he could do this.

----

For all that Bilbo had been a bachelor for many years he was not some impulsive, flustered tween with their first crush. He’d tumbled his share of lads in his younger years, had dallied with a few lovers across his adult years until he’d decided that he preferred his own solitude. So he was confident that he could wait a few weeks, he’d had nothing but the company of his own hand for many years now, it would be more than easy.

Bilbo of course had not anticipated that a bead in his hair and a braid to match meant that Thorin could, and would, see it as ample opportunity to crowd himself into Bilbo’s space as much as he wanted to. The grasp of a hand here, the stroke of a palm there and within a few days Bilbo wondered if it was that much of a big deal to throw courting propriety to the wind and drag Thorin back to his own chambers.

The most ridiculous thing of all is that Thorin wasn’t even doing anything intentionally to rile Bilbo up, he was just happy to be able to settle himself next to Bilbo at lunch to wrap an arm around his waist, or kiss his cheek before a council meetings, or even just pull him into a warm hug. It was like Bilbo’s body had realised that he had spent the best part of two decades barely touching anyone and now that he had a very affectionate, and handsy, dwarf his body was responding with… more than a little enthusiasm at the attention.

His only consolation was that Thorin seemed to be suffering as badly, after one chaste kiss that had ended up with Bilbo pressed into one of Thorin’s sofa’s with a very flushed, very frustrated King looming over him and an erection pressed against Bilbo’s own, he was glad to know that he wasn’t the only one trying to fight against an insistent libido.

“Perhaps we should not kiss as much.” Thorin said one day as a small peck hand ended up with Bilbo climbing into his lap on the chair in his make-shift office, and Bilbo only grunted in distaste.

“I suppose.” He sighed, not liking that as an idea, but it would make it easier to resist putting his hands all over his dwarf and encouraging Thorin to do the same.

At least Thorin also looked like he had swallowed a lemon at the suggestion.

Still they figured out a plan so that they could try to keep to some form of propriety even if Bilbo wanted to throw the whole thing out of the window and take Thorin to bed. But gods above his dwarf was so earnest on doing right by him that Bilbo couldn’t bring himself to break their promise.

“As much as I would happily take you into my personal chambers, Balin is correct in that a proper, public display of courtship would be best for the both of us.” Thorin said as they were going over their papers together before a council meeting.

As they were courting openly now Bilbo was joining these meetings more often, one day he would hold some himself and Bilbo pushed the thought away lest the fluttering nerves in his stomach got the better of him. Those were a ways off but that didn’t mean he wanted to throw himself into the deep end just yet.

“Is it likely to be opposition to our courtship?” He asked, hardly bothered if the some of the stuffy Lords didn’t like him, he was an oddity in the Shire, he’d long had practice at having others talk behind his back. But he didn’t want this to be a problem for Thorin, he was still securing his rule in his home.

Thorin shook his head a little.

“Only from the more traditional of families who dislike us trading with even the Men.” Bilbo nodded, most dwarves who had returned to Erebor were perfectly fine with trading with the new settlers of Dale, and more of them than Bilbo expected were happy to trade with Mirkwood too.

But he had overheard dwarves from certain families who were annoyed that a Hobbit still resided in the mountain and that one of the Princes had been seen in the company of a red-haired elf more than a few times. Kili had yet to bring her into the mountain and Bilbo was sure it would cause all kinds of chaos when he did. In the meantime it gave Thorin ample ability to feign ignorance to the whole thing and Bilbo would call him on it, but frankly he didn’t want to wade into that political nightmare either.

These families however saw this as a disruption to their way of life. “But you are popular here in Erebor, you saved our home and there are not many of my people here that do not hold you in high esteem for that.” Thorin added and Bilbo shifted in his seat.

He’d heard this before but it never got any less strange, he hadn’t done anything more than the rest of the Company but they and other dwarves seemed to be under the bizarre notion that he had done much beyond anger a dragon.

Thorin only smiled at the expression on his face. “You also saved my life.” He added and Bilbo let out a scoff.

“I didn’t do that so your people would like me.” Bilbo grumbled, snapping his notebook shut with a little more force than was needed.

“I know, but it has endeared them all the same amralime.” Thorin said with a low voice, a large hand moving to gently cup the side of Bilbo’s head, his fingers tangling just so into his hair.

Bilbo leaned into the action with a happy hum. “Besides I will refuse any marriage offers should they be given, my heart is spoken for.” Which Bilbo was sure was meant to be a lovely, romantic notion Thorin just gave him, but all Bilbo could feel was a deep prickle of irritation.

“Is that likely to happen?” He asked, his tone snippy and short in a way that Thorin had unfortunately not noticed.

He nodded and Bilbo frowned.

“Some of them will, the crown of Erebor holds great appeal to those who wish for power, but as I said: you hold my heart.” Thorin said, smiling gently as if he thought Bilbo needed soothing over the idea of someone trying to compete for Thorin’s attentions.

No, Bilbo was not anxious over Thorin’s devotion to him, not after the first morning where he had let his own thoughts run away on him, he was annoyed at the sheer cheek of the idea that someone else thought they could take his dwarf away from him.

His eyes caught the braid he himself had put into Thorin’s hair that morning, at the bead securing the end of it that he had Fili craft for him since he had no skill in the forge, at the small, carved bead hanging in the smaller braid next to his official courting one, a braid just for them. A low noise left his own throat and Bilbo almost launched himself into Thorin’s chair, the dwarf looking surprised even as his hands came to steady Bilbo in his lap as Bilbo grasped at his hair, tugging the dwarf’s face towards his own.

“You, are mine.” Bilbo almost snarled. “I will not let anyone think otherwise.” He added, one hand leaving Thorin’s hair to card against his beard then down to press against his chest, resting over where the dwarf’s heart beat steady and strong beneath his skin.

He had clawed this dwarf back from the brink of death himself, no one else was allowed to think they could lay claim on him.

Thorin swallowed, blinking once before Bilbo saw his eyes darken with possessive lust that made a bolt of heat lance down his spine, large hands grasped at his hips in a way that might possibly leave bruises but Bilbo did not give one single fuck. He pulled Thorin to him and they met in a messy clash of lips and teeth.

He had often been told that dwarves were greedy, but few seemed to understand that so too were Hobbits.

“I am yours wholly, as you are mine.” Thorin breathed into his skin and Bilbo shuddered where he sat, a near whine leaving his throat as he pulled Thorin back into their kiss.

Bilbo nudged himself closer, sucking in a breath as he felt the stirring swell of Thorin’s cock against his hip and he didn’t care that they were in a very public place, that anyone could come in, he wanted them to ruin each other.

Or he did until a cough sounded next to them and Bilbo froze, his body tensing where he sat atop Thorin before he was nudged back and they turned to see Balin stood in front of one of the side doors that led into the chamber. The old dwarf looked fond but also pained.

“Happy as I am for you two, we do have a meeting in a few minutes.” Balin said as he walked over to the table as if Bilbo still wasn’t very much in Thorin’s lap.

Bilbo flushed to the tips of his ears and scrabbled off, pulling his clothes back into place and smoothing his fingers through his hair as if that would tame it, he glanced up at Thorin and almost laughed, the dwarf looked a mixture of embarrassed and so thunderously annoyed at being interrupted, his large hands flexing once before he let out a long sigh and slumped against the back of his chair. Bilbo tried not to squirm in his seat at the idea of just what those large dwarven hands could do before catching Balin’s wry smile and letting out a cough before going back to the notes in front of him.

Before they could truly compose themselves the main doors to the council chamber swung open, the dwarven Lords in charge of trade with Dale strode in alongside Bard, who paused, looked between them before a wide, far too happy grin spread across the Man’s lips.

“Not one word.” He snapped, earning a loud, pleased laugh from Bard and a confused glance from Thorin.

Bilbo only rubbed a hand down his face.

This was going to be a long meeting.

----

After the first week things managed to settle between them, at least a little bit. Thorin still didn’t think anything more than cheek-kisses were a good idea after the incident at their last council meeting, Bilbo kept trying to wheedle the dwarf around, but well, they were as stubborn as each other and Thorin was not one to back down when he set his mind to something.

And Bilbo could admit that the official courting was… nice.

He’d never really been courted before, the few lasses who had tried to win him over as a young Hobbit hadn’t really counted as he had never reciprocated, and outside of two of them, they had only been after his estate. Bilbo’s mother had stopped all notion of proper Hobbit courting when she’d realised he’d had no interest and simply assumed he wasn’t romantically wired that way.

Which was sort of true, but not quite.

His tastes were in another direction entirely and while he could marry and take a lover if he wanted, the thought of it had always left a sour taste in his mouth, for all parties. He would deserve better than that, his lover would, and gods above so would his poor imaginary-in-this-scenario-wife.

No, Bilbo had wanted to be open with his affections or not entertain the notion of them at all.

So for years he had sat alone in his parents Smial and courtship attempts had dried up. Then his parents had died, the propositions had started anew but with no immediate family to cause distress to he had been… less than polite in his rebuffs to the point that by the time his dwarves had barged their way into his home he had been solidly alone and without marriage prospects for nearly 10 years. And Bilbo had honestly never cared, even his brief dalliances hadn’t been enough to consider taking a secret lover and for a long while he had considered that maybe romance just wasn’t for him. It had never bothered him. He had his books, his maps, and his solitude, he had been perfectly content.

Content however didn’t mean alive and it wasn’t until 13 rowdy dwarves had fallen into his home that he had started to actually wake up. They were infuriating, reckless above all else, more stubborn than several oxen and Bilbo loved every single one of them.

He perhaps loved one a little more at the moment as a set of absolutely marvellous garden tools were presented to Bilbo, warm blue eyes and a gentle smile preceding them.

“They’re lovely.” Bilbo said, moving forwards to gather them up in his own hands. “But unless I’m to trek out the main gate every day I don’t know where I can use them.” Bilbo added.

Thorin’s eyes twinkled at him as the dwarf stood up and placed a hand in the middle of his back.

“Follow me.” He said with no other hint and Bilbo made a show of huffing out a sigh even as he let himself be led.

They walked through the halls, past Thorin’s quarters and up to that door Bilbo had seen weeks ago, the door to his grandfather’s old chambers. Bilbo’s brows drew into a frown and he turned to look up at Thorin.

“Thorin?” He asked, tilting his head a little as Thorin pushed against the door and moved them both through it.

He wasn’t a sombre as Bilbo was expecting but there was a sad smile on his face as he ushered them through the large receiving room, it was much grander than Thorin’s chambers, with even more natural light from large windows in the opposite wall, and as Thorin led them to to double doors on the other side Bilbo suddenly remembered what Thorin had told him about these rooms, about a garden but-

His breath caught as they stepped out into sunlight, it wasn’t as harsh as it could be, an overhang of rock ensuring that the full brightness of the sun wouldn’t shine onto them when it was high in the sky, but it allowed Bilbo to see everything.

A large, slightly unkempt, but still beautiful garden stretched before him, bigger than his own back home but not so large Bilbo would get lost in it.

A lump formed in his throat and he looked a his dwarf again. “Thorin I…” he breathed out, not sure what to say, and Thorin only grinned at him.

“This is yours.” Thorin said, simple as that, as if gifting someone a garden was a small thing.

“I- Thorin, I can’t just, I mean- It belongs to your family.” Bilbo protested, as much as his fingers were itching to plant seeds and flowers he couldn’t just take something that belonged to another family entirely.

Thorin nodded.

“It does, and me gifting it to you will keep it in my family.” He said and Bilbo let out a small, slightly wet laugh.

“I don’t think it works like that.” He said, all but clutching his tools to his chest as Thorin walked to stand in front of him.

“It does if I say so.” Thorin rumbled, a small frown creasing his brow. “Besides it’s hardly some grand gesture on my part, the garden already existed, I am only gifting it, in truth I should make you a garden to prove my suit.” He added and Bilbo’s head was swimming a little.

Thorin looked around a little, as if he was annoyed with his gift. “There are some sides that can be dug out so I can make this a proper courting token.”

“A proper… Thorin this would be all but a marriage proposal in the Shire.” Bilbo said, still feeling off-kilter but in the best way.

“A good thing then that I have made my intentions known.” Thorin rumbled as he stepped up and took the tools from Bilbo and placed them beside them on the ground.

“Oh have you now?” Bilbo quipped as he tilted his head back as Thorin’s chest brushed against his own.

“Mm, I have it on good authority that an autumn wedding would be welcome.” Thorin’s hands brushed against his wrists and then moved up his arms, holding onto him, firm but gentle.

Bilbo huffed out a small laugh in the scant space between them, his blood rushing south and pooling in his groin as Thorin moved his body closer, heat and the smell of smoke and metal filling his senses.

“Technically I haven’t said yes yet.” Bilbo breathed, brushing his own hands up the lapels of Thorin’s coat, toying at the fur in the collar.

“Perhaps I can convince you.” Thorin murmured, his lips only barely pressing against his own and Bilbo grunted with annoyance, all but yanking Thorin down into a kiss.

He clearly hadn’t been expecting that, his breath sucking in sharply as Bilbo tangled a hand into his hair and brushed the other against his beard, but after a beat Thorin let out a loud groan as he pressed into Bilbo, his lips moving

It hadn’t started out innocent and it only devolved from there, the both of them forgetting their vow to not really kiss as Bilbo found himself tipped back into the slightly cold grass as Thorin blanketed him with his body and coat. It was warm, cosy and oh so headily arousing as Thorin cradled him against the grass, their mouths moving slickly against one another as all pretence of a chaste kiss was lost.

Bilbo’s hands grasped at Thorin’s back under his coat, one of Thorin’s large hands had moved from his thigh to greedily grasp at his backside and Bilbo could feel his breath hitch as Thorin rocked his hips down every so often, letting their plumping erections press against one another. He moaned into Thorin’s mouth as he rocked his hips up, seeking friction of his own.

The moan turned into a garbled yelp as the solid ‘thwump’ of a pillow hit Thorin square on the head.

They both looked up to see Fili and Kili standing a few feet away, both of them looking half-scandalised and half-scheming.

“Don’t you dare besmirch uncle Bilbo’s innocence!” Fili yelled, though he was clearly trying not to burst out laughing at his words.

“Innocence? I’m a grown adult thank you very-”

“Exactly Fi, we can’t have uncle doing away with our other uncle’s dignity.” Kili added and Bilbo rolled his eyes and he thudded his head back against the damp ground, so much for their time alone.

“The only thing bothering my dignity are two nephews who are butting their heads where they don’t belong.” Bilbo grumbled as Thorin sat back and pulled him up as well, their ardour well and truly disintegrated.

“You’re the one who wants to do things right uncle.” Fili pointed out, ignoring Bilbo and he saw and heard Thorin sigh.

“I know.” Thorin replied somewhat mulishly as he swiped at the dirt both imaginary and not on Bilbo’s clothes.

“You could at least try to keep your hands off one another.” Thorin looked at Fili like he was asking the impossible and Bilbo bit his lip to keep from laughing.

Thorin nodded, looking at least a little chastised as he looked back at Bilbo, his eyes simmering with want and Bilbo blinked up at Thorin, mirth gone as he all but swayed into Thorin’s space, letting the dwarf’s fingers tangle in his hair.

“No, no! Stop it!” Fili threw an apple at them this time and they sprang apart. “I swear it's like you've regressed seventy years." Fili groused and Thorin looked a little shamed that he was being scolded by his nephew on this of all things.

“You’ve made your point.” Thorin replied. “I’ll will do my best to resist temptation.” He added, pulling himself back into his usual majestically regal disposition and Bilbo was both annoyed and horribly charmed by it.

Fili gave him a flat stare.

“You could pretend to help you know.” He groused and Bilbo shrugged like he didn’t know what the Prince was taking about.

----

They did get a little better after that, mostly because Kili kept making kissy faces at Bilbo every time he had dinner with the three Heirs of Durin and there were only so many times he could see that before he started imagining it every time he went to kiss Thorin, it was enough of a turn off that he hadn’t tried to do more than peck Thorin on the cheek for a week and a half.

And then came the news they had all been waiting for: the largest caravan from the Blue Mountains was set to arrive but the end of the week, and with that Thorin’s sister. Dis.

The boys were excited, Thorin was anxious, he’d been pacing almost non-stop in his spare moments since they had gotten the news and Bilbo… wasn’t sure how to feel. A feeling that remained as the day of arrival grew closer and before he knew it he was stood with the Company, and beside Thorin as they waited. Bilbo fidgeted with his waistcoat for what must have been the hundredth time in the last five minutes, he couldn’t keep his hands still as they stood in the grand entrance-hall of Erebor, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the caravan from the Blue Mountains.

Well the rest of the Company were eager, Bilbo’s stomach was tying itself in knots with the knowledge that Thorin’s sister was arriving with this caravan. He knew that his relationship with Thorin had been relayed to her via letters, that Fili and Kili and mentioned him regardless of that in their own letters to her, but it did nothing to lessen Bilbo’s frayed nerves.

He’d been trussed up by his parents to visit family members before, or taken to the large gatherings his grandfather had held, but he had always kind of hated it. It was like being put on display, to be judged and appraised, and this really didn’t feel any different.

“You will be fine.” Thorin rumbled at his side and Bilbo sent him a look that only made the dwarf huff out a laugh.

“She’s your sister Thorin, it’s not like I have much practice at getting a suitor’s family to like me.” He’d never had a proper suitor so he had never practised all the various simpering niceties needed for the situation, not that dwarves would expect stilted conversation over tea, but if he had some idea how to approach Dis he’d feel better.

Bilbo let out a breath as he once again smoothed down invisible wrinkles on his waistcoat.

“Everyone likes you.” Thorin grumbled and Bilbo rolled his eyes at the hint of jealousy colouring his tone.

Most of the time Thorin appreciated the fact that Bilbo was good at dealing with council members along-side Balin, it was something he would need to do more if he was to be Thorin’s consort, but there were times that his general popularity among the dwarf Lords seemed to grate on Thorin, as if the King expected Bilbo to go running off with another dwarf if they so much as batted their eyelashes in his direction.

Bilbo pressed himself against Thorin’s side a little, smiling as the dwarf’s shoulders relaxed.

He was still a little tense however. “Besides, you didn’t take her two precious children on a fool’s quest that nearly ended their lives.” Thorin added, looking grim in a way he hadn’t for several months, not since those first horrible days after he woke and was still mired in his guilt.

“She’ll be happy you’re all alive surely?” Bilbo asked, ignoring the spluttering cough that Balin let out beside him and Thorin only looked more sour.

Bilbo tried not to gulp as he looked towards the gate as the horn sounded, a large troupe of dwarven carts, rams and citizens walking through the now repaired main gates. Thorin tensed even more beside him while Fili and Kili bounced on their heels to his right, Bombur chatted happily with Gloin behind them and Bilbo watched as the crowd of dwarves came to a stop some thirty feet away.

Thorin stepped up in front of the Company, head held high as he stood proud.

“Welcome my kin, to the halls of Erebor alive once more!” He declared, a cheer rousing from both the dwarves behind him and those in front and Bilbo couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face at the sight as decorum was lost and individuals darted across the space to welcome those long since missed.

It was chaos in the best way as hugs were exchanged, laughter sounded in the great entrance-way and tears spilled down the cheeks of those who had been separated for far too long, it made Bilbo ache with a longing for that kind of familiarity, even when he did return to the Shire to properly deal with Bag End he doubted anyone would be so happy to see him, not for the first time he was glad with his decision to stay.

Bilbo snapped back to the present when a loud voice cut through the raucous celebration.

“Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, where are you!” A yell came, and within seconds a tall dwarf was thundering their way across the hallway.

Thorin tensed in front of him and Bilbo barely had a moment to register the similar hair colour and eyes before the other dwarf shoved themselves into his dwarf’s space… and solidly headbutted him so hard a crack sounded out in the hall. Bilbo gaped at the scene in front of him as Thorin staggered back a little, one hand holding his nose, and was that blood?!

Bilbo was in front of Thorin before he realised he’d moved, his hands prising Thorin’s hand away from his face, grimacing at the stream of blood dripping from the dwarf’s nose before he grabbed the handkerchief in the breast pocket of his waistcoat and pressed it against the flow of red.

“Ah, Bilbo I am fine.” Thorin said though it was muffled by cloth Bilbo was holding up to his nose.

“Fine?! You’re bleeding!” He snapped. “And you!” He rounded on the dwarf in front of them while still keeping his handkerchief against Thorin’s nose. “I know that’s how you say hello but was that really necessary?!”

His chest was heaving, he was shaking a little he realised and he blinked as warm hands settled on his arms.

“Bilbo…” Thorin rumbled in his ear, one of those large hands moving to his back to rub in soothing circles and Bilbo felt his hackles lower bit by bit.

It relaxed him enough to actually look at the other dwarf in front of him and he nearly stepped back because the resemblance to Thorin was almost uncanny. Long dark hair though with less silver running through it, a neat, well-kept beard, and the same blue eyes stared down at him. They looked less angry than they had a moment ago and instead were peering at him with intense curiosity.

“So, this is the Hobbit.”

Bilbo lost time to a whirlwind of bodies after that, the words that had started off this while mad adventure echoing in his ears as the two Durin siblings settled on words instead of fists, Bilbo was pretty sure they had only done that for his sake, until they were all in Thorin’s large receiving room, one that Bilbo had been in many times, as they sat and chatted more amicably than their reunion had started.

“But you headbutted him!” Bilbo spluttered from where he sat beside Thorin, as if that needed to be explained but all he got were fourteen confused faces looking back at him.

“Well how else would you let someone know you’re displeased?” Bofur asked and not for the first time in the last hour Bilbo wanted to put his heads into his hands.

“Oh I don’t know, how about using your words?” He snipped back, a rumble of disagreement going through the Company and forget Bilbo’s decision to stay here, he was leaving first thing in the morning.

A low chuckle and the squeeze of fingers around his own made him immediately change his mind as he looked at Thorin, he was no longer bleeding, but the skin around the bridge of his nose was starting to take on a purplish tone. He would have bruises in the morning certainly.

“Sometimes we find that fists can say what we cannot with words.” That didn’t make a single ounce of sense to Bilbo and he rubbed at his forehead.

“Well if you think that will work with me you’ll have to change your methods.” Bilbo grumbled, Gimli had attempted to headbutt him to show his affection for ‘the Hero of Erebor’ and Bilbo had nearly blacked out.

“Don’t worry, I will make sure to use my words with you amral.” Thorin rumbled next to him and Bilbo let out a short sigh, not bothering to point out that they hardly had the best track-record with that.

Bilbo let out a sigh, feeling his hackles lower at the press of lips against the side of his head and he let the chatter of his family wash over him. Drinks were passed around, everyone got up to look around Thorin’s rooms, or to chat in smaller groups and Bilbo let himself wander over to the tall windows so he could look out at the night sky.

The stars twinkled back at him and he smiled as he sipped at his wine.

He felt a body move next to him and he only just about kept himself from jumping on the spot, instead turning his head to see Dis stood next to him, her expression schooled into mild look of curiosity. Bilbo tried not to gulp, he didn’t have a hope of understanding what she wanted.

“My brother is very fond of you.” She said, her voice lower than most Hobbit lasses would be, but still feminine.

“The feeling is very much mutual.” He replied, happy to see that her shoulders dropped a little and a small smile began to tug at her lips.

“I would see my brother happy Master Baggins.” Dis continued, her eyeline moving towards the night sky. “And I would fight for it at all costs.” She added, looking back at him, her blue eyes steely and firm.

Bilbo had a moment to worry, but it faded as a warm smile spread across her lips. “But I am glad to see that I will not have to.”

Bilbo let out a breath, his body swaying just a little even as he let out a little laugh.

“I thought for a moment you were going to throw me out of the mountain.” He said and Dis laughed loudly at that.

“Thorin would stop me, and that tells me all I need to know.” She replied, her tone fond and Bilbo found himself smiling back.

“I’d just sneak my way back in anyway.” He said, watching with delight as Dis grinned.

“He is good to you as well?” She asked and Bilbo blinked in surprise. “I love my brother but I would not stand for any consort of his to be unhappy either.” She added and Bilbo found a strong rush of warmth flooding his chest as he nodded.

“He is, I mean he’s a grumpy git at times but so am I, so it’s an even match.” He replied, earning another chuckle.

“Good, my brother needs someone to tell him when he’s being a fool and he doesn’t always deign to listen to me.” She said with a haughty sniff and Bilbo laughed.

“Oh so he’s always stared off into the distance when he doesn’t feel like answering a question?” He asked, watching as a wry grin spread across her lips.

“Ever since we were children Master Baggins.” Dis said, leaning in like she was telling a him a secret.

“Call me Bilbo, please.” He told her, more than happy to have Dis being so familiar with him, he had only been talking to her for a short while but he was enjoying himself, the worry that he had felt all day had melted away into nothing.

“I hear nothing but whispers from this corner, should I be worried I am being conspired against?” Thorin’s amused voice reached them and Bilbo turned as his dwarf reached them both, wrapping an arm around Bilbo and pressing a kiss into his temple.

“Oh absolutely brother, we need to keep you in check after all.” A long-suffering sigh left the dwarf snuggled up next to him and Bilbo smiled as he drank from his cup.

He’d never imagined his life turning out like this, but he couldn’t be happier.

Their gathering wound down over the hours until Fili and Kili were yawning, even Bofur looked sleepy, and that dwarf had kept going until the small hours during the Master’s party in Laketown, then without fanfare Balin waved them all a goodnight as they started to leave one by one. Bilbo lingered for a little longer, Dwalin gave him a pointed look as he stepped outside Thorin’s door, letting them have some alone time before he too would be ushered out.

He let out a small sigh before getting up and moving to stand in front of Thorin, placing both hands against the dwarf’s clavicle. He felt the intake of breath as Thorin’s hands moved up to gently grasp his hips and oh did Bilbo wish he could let the dwarf drag him down and make a mess out of them both, but that was not to be.

“I should be off.” Bilbo said even as he didn’t move, happy to stay standing in front of Thorin with the dwarf’s hands on his hips. They were nice hands, sturdy, strong, able to life him up and-

“And I should bid you a good evening.” Thorin responded though he didn’t let go either, his fingers squeezing ever so slightly and Bilbo found himself swaying further into Thorin’s space.

“Oh you’re right, they are rather disgustingly sweet aren’t they?” Dis’ voice came from behind them and it was like a cold bucket of water had been dropped directly onto Bilbo’s head.

His head dropped down and he let out a long, put-upon sigh.

“Why is repopulating the mountain a good idea again?” Bilbo groused even as Thorin chuckled.

“At this point I am starting to question that myself.” Thorin said as a long breath heaved from his shoulders. “But we should part for the evening.” Thorin added and Bilbo grumbled out an annoyed agreement.

He was right, they should both go to bed, especially as they had an unasked for audience. He waited for Thorin to rise and pulled the dwarf down for a short kiss, nudging their foreheads together when they parted.

“Goodnight.” He breathed in the space between them, one hand flexing momentarily in Thorin’s hair and feeling the dwarf jerk towards him at that action.

“Goodnight amralime.” Thorin rumbled, his large hands squeezing his sides once before letting go.

Bilbo let his arms drag along Thorin’s chest before he gave him a soft smile and turned towards the door, seeing both Dis and Dwalin stood there, the both of them looking far too amused given the situation.

“Finally, come on.” Dwalin grumbled as he walked into the corridor and Bilbo sent him a snotty look before took one last look back at Thorin before the door shut.

Not long now and then he could stay with Thorin whenever he wanted to.

----

In the end Bilbo hadn’t put much thought into what the end of the waiting period of their courtship would actually look like, there hadn’t been an exact date put on it, merely the notion of ‘a few weeks’ which Bilbo realised now was fairly nebulous as a concept. But when he arrived at Thorin’s chambers to have dinner with the King he realised something was different the moment he stepped over the threshold.

For one Dwalin was stood further down the corridor rather than at the door to Thorin’s personal chambers, and when he walked in Thorin was stood with his hands clasped behind his back, almost as if he was ready to face an army.

“Is everything alright?” Bilbo asked, walking up to Thorin and watching with some bewilderment as Thorin almost jumped in place.

“I- yes it’s-” Thorin swallowed audibly and Bilbo frowned as he stared up at him.

“Thorin?” Bilbo stepped closer, placing a hand on the dwarf’s arm and Thorin all but melted as he sighed.

“Forgive me, I think nerves have been getting the better of me.” Thorin said and Bilbo blinked at him, Thorin, nervous? The idea of it was almost preposterous to Bilbo.

“Whatever for?” He asked, a lop-sided smile spreading across his face as Thorin turned to face him properly.

His dwarf took in a deep breath.

“Because this is where I ask you to marry me.”

Bilbo blinked at him, and then blinked again, the silence stretched between them as Bilbo’s brain caught up with what Thorin had just asked, because of course this was where they were headed, Thorin had told him so many times, Bilbo had just well, forgotten a little.

He was silent for too long as Thorin’s face fell, his eyes dropping to the ground as he started to pull his hands back and that kicked Bilbo into action, all but tugging Thorin back.

“No! Nope, sorry.” He said in a rush, grasping at Thorin’s hands. “I’m not rejecting you, far from it, I just might have forgotten that this was the intent of us courting.” He added, feeling his face heat up with embarrassment but it quelled a little at the small, tentative smile that started taking over Thorin’s face.

“So you accept?” He asked, oh so earnest and Bilbo wanted to kiss him so badly.

He refrained however, just about.

“Yes.” Bilbo answered, nodding his head so there would be no confusion, basking in the bright, happy smile that lit up Thorin’s face.

Thorin stepped closer and Bilbo leaned up as their foreheads were pressed together, a deep, happy rumble emanating from the dwarf’s chest as he pulled Bilbo against his body.

“Amralime, my Bilbo, my betrothed.” Thorin breathed and Bilbo gave an answering hum of approval.

“If you’ll have me.” Bilbo said into the space between them but he didn’t move, only too happy to bask in the warm security of Thorin’s arms.

“Forever if I can.” Was Thorin’s response and Bilbo snuggled closer.

Much as Bilbo would have stayed like that for the rest of the evening he did have a few questions.

“So what now?” He asked as he moved back, looking up at Thorin.

“Now I place a betrothal braid into your hair and we may do what we please.” Thorin answered and Bilbo let out a snort of laughter.

“Another braid? How many do you think could possibly fit in my hair?” He said without heat, truthfully he enjoyed the public sign of Thorin’s devotion and he shivered as a large, warm hand made itself at home in those very same strands.

“As many as I can.” Thorin replied with a low rumble and Bilbo made a little noise as the dwarf’s fingers tugged ever so slightly.

He almost pushed Thorin back with the same denial they had been observing for weeks before Bilbo blinked and realised that they were betrothed, they didn’t have to stop, not if they didn’t want to. Thorin must have had the same thought because his eyes darkened, the hand still on his hip gripped tighter and Bilbo swore he could almost feel his dwarf’s heart-rate speed up under his hand.

There was a pause as the two of them considered each other.

It was just them, no rules, no excitable nephews, no meetings, no Balin with official duties, no surly Lords to deal with, only the both of them in Thorin’s rooms where Bilbo could stay the night, could stay as long as he wanted.

He didn’t even hesitate, all but pulling his thin outer tunic off and throwing it on one of the sofas he passed before rushing his way to Thorin’s bedroom. He didn’t hear a noise of confusion or complaint from Thorin, only the sound of the lock clicking in place as heavy footfalls followed him.

He got past the threshold of the bedroom when strong arms encircled his waist and a pair of warm lips pressed bristly kisses against his neck. Bilbo moaned, his knees wobbling slightly at the intense bolt of heat that shot down his spine, but he was determined and his eyes were fixed on the bed.

“Bilbo, ghivashel.” Thorin purred into his skin, and really how was he meant to concentrate?

“Yes, yes that’s lovely but anything we’re doing is going to be on a bed.” He insisted, yet he didn’t de-tangle Thorin from around him, simply lead them both in an ungainly mess of limbs towards the large, comfortable bed in front of them.

Thorin understood his intentions when they were almost on top of it, scooping him up only to step the short distance to deposit him on the plush furs and blankets. Bilbo squirmed out of his waistcoat and suspenders, his own hands hastily popping the buttons on his trousers open as he scooted back into the centre of the bed.

Thorin followed him up and Bilbo squinted at him. “Hey, no shoes.” He snapped, nudging one of Thorin’s thighs with a foot and the dwarf huffed at him.

“It’s my bed, I don’t care if I have shoes on.” He grumbled as he started moving up Bilbo’s body on all fours and as much of a lovely sight that was Bilbo held his frown.

“Yes, but I have soft squishy parts I don’t want a boot ending up in.” He groused. “Not unless you find the notion of a booted heel smacking into your cock-”

“I’m taking them off.” Thorin moved to the side and undid the buckles and laces faster than he had ever seen the dwarf manage, he almost made a joke about it but then the shirt came off too and Bilbo found he’d lost his train of thought somewhere between Thorin’s collarbone and his navel.

Bilbo had been aware of his own proclivities for some time but before he met his dwarves, before Thorin, it had always been the roundness and softness of his own kind that had tempted him, oh sure he’d go down to the fields during summer when he was a lad to watch the strapping farm-boys haul hay and push ploughs, he wasn’t immune to finding physical strength attractive.

But he had never been with anyone like Thorin.

He was nothing like a Hobbit, his chest was wide with compact, functional muscle beneath a healthy later of fat, tattoos swirled across his skin and a piercing on each nipple glinted in the candlelight. He was tall of course, it was the second thing that Bilbo had noticed about him after his enchantingly blue eyes, and terrible personality. But he was also broad, thick in the waist and shoulders, and well, everywhere Bilbo was not and no Hobbit ever would be.

And Bilbo was so hard he thought he might come if Thorin so much as looked at his cock.

He must have been quiet for some time as he felt the bed shift a little. “Bilbo?” He looked up at Thorin and his dwarf looked so worried, almost ashamed that Bilbo wondered if he’d done something stupid.

Did Thorin not like being stared at?

“Yes?” He asked, his mouth dry and he swallowed to get some moisture back into his throat.

“You are…” A quiet noise left Thorin. “Am I not to your liking?” And Bilbo almost let out a hysterical laugh at that, he did grin like an idiot and was relived to see that made Thorin relax a little.

“Not to my?-” Bilbo huffed. “Thorin you are very much to my liking, I am simply enjoying the view.” He raised his hands to do what he had wanted to since Thorin’s shirt hit the ground and pressed them into the skin of Thorin’s torso.

They both sucked in a breath, Thorin was so warm, his skin rough with the drag of hair that covered his skin with the occasional bump of a scar, it did nothing to lessen his attraction and he all but pulled Thorin to hover over him. His dwarf went more than willingly, one strong thigh nudging between his own and Bilbo let out a happy noise as he made room for it.

It was a flurry of kisses and fabric after that, Bilbo got his hands into Thorin’s hair, the dwarf almost keening at the action, and within moments his shirt and trousers were somewhere off the bed as Thorin’s large hands pressed and pawed at his skin, not seeming to know where to touch first. Bilbo had a moment to feel embarrassed about all his soft parts pressed against Thorin’s firm frame, more than aware that his skin had far more give in it than the dwarf’s, but Thorin only pulled back with a harsh breath.

Blue eyes roved over him, Thorin’s large hand following his gaze and Bilbo’s breath hitched as he rolled his body into the touch, pleasant tingles starting to skitter down his spine.

“You are more beautiful than the finest Mithril.” Thorin breathed and Bilbo let out a snort of laughter at that, rolling his eyes slightly.

“And you are a ridiculous flatterer.” He teased, though privately he preened at the praise.

“I only speak the truth.” Thorin replied, brushing their lips together and Bilbo responded to that by pulling Thorin into a kiss.

It was slick, messy, Thorin’s cock was grinding into his thigh through his trousers and Bilbo nudged his own into the skin of Thorin’s belly, the thick hair against his cock making his toes curl at the sensation. One of Thorin’s hands pressed into his lower back and Bilbo let out a small groan. Their lips separated, Thorin pressed kisses into his cheek, his jaw, until he reached his neck.

Bilbo sucked in a breath. “What do you wish to do?” Thorin breathed against his skin and really how on earth was he meant to think with Thorin nipping and sucking his way across his collarbones?

“Oh I don’t care, anything, whatever you want.” Bilbo moaned, getting his hands back into Thorin’s hair and tugging. That got a groan that sounded like a growl from the dwarf and Thorin left his adventure of Bilbo’s clavicle to brush their lips together.

“And what if I want to suck you until you spill in my mouth?” Bilbo shuddered at that, his thighs dropping open further without conscious thought as Thorin made his way back down to his chest.

“That would- If you want to then, yes.” Bilbo stuttered, his breath hitching as Thorin’s hands gripped firmly at his sides.

“As you wish Master Baggins.” Was the reply as Thorin sunk even lower, shouldering Bilbo’s legs further apart as he settled on his stomach against the blankets.

“Oh don’t call me that now, you- Ah!” Bilbo let out a gasp as Thorin’s teeth pressed into the softness of his belly, his beard scraping against the head of his cock and Bilbo couldn’t help the whine that left his throat as his hips rolled up, looking down to see Thorin’s piercing blue eyes holding his gaze as he slipped lower and lower.

He went low enough to take his cock between his lips and Bilbo’s head dropped back with a loud groan.

Thorin had the movements of someone who hadn’t done this in a long time, his mouth a little sloppy and inelegant, and it felt so wonderful Bilbo bit his lip so he wouldn’t spill so soon. His hands tangled in Thorin’s wild mane, not pulling just stroking and holding on as the dwarf did his best to suck his soul out through his cock, his hips jerking up in aborted movements even if he didn’t get far due the grip Thorin had on him, something that made the arousal in Bilbo’s veins spike higher.

His cock hit the back of Thorin’s throat and Bilbo gasped out a moan. “Thorin, oh Thorin I’m going to-” He couldn’t get his words out but he patted at Thorin’s head and shoulders, trying to get the dwarf off before he got a mouthful.

Thorin only took him to the root, sucked harder and Bilbo tipped his head back as he fell apart in Thorin’s arms, a long, satisfied moan leaving him as he spilled into the dwarf’s mouth.

Bilbo panted into the silence of the bedroom as he came down and he let out a small noise as Thorin pulled off his cock with a wet noise, he reached a hand down and pulled the dwarf to him, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss. Bilbo could taste himself on Thorin’s tongue and his toes curled, thoughts of one day kissing Thorin with the both of them tasting one another like this.

Bilbo sighed against his lips, feeling a bit like melted butter. “Mm, good for a start.” Bilbo breathed, he felt loose, sated and happy as he wiggled against the blankets.

“A… start?” Thorin asked, blinking down at him with a frown.

“Well of course, I’ve got more than that in me.” Bilbo considered Thorin for a moment as the dwarf’s frown deepened. “Can dwarves not?” He asked, watching as Thorin’s eyes roved down to his cock, the dwarf’s eyebrows raising as he saw that Bilbo was still hard.

“Once or twice depending on age- just how many times can you finish in one evening?” Thorin asked, clearly distracted by Bilbo’s still hard cock and Bilbo shrugged a little.

“I’ve never counted personally, but certainly more than a few times.” Thorin swallowed, still looking a little lost but that quickly started to fade as his eyes roved across Bilbo’s body. “I know that I have plenty more in me right now.” He added, lowering his voice and shifting his shoulders to get further into Thorin’s space.

He was horny, excited, and he wanted all of the attentions Thorin was willing to lavish upon him.

“And how many would you like now?” Thorin rumbled against Bilbo’s cheek and he couldn’t help the smile and chuckle as he made room for the hand roaming across his side.

“How about we start with three and go from there?” He quipped and this time Thorin looked less like a deer caught in the firelight and instead eager at the prospect. “Although I would very much like to get these off.” Bilbo added, tugging at the trousers Thorin was somehow still wearing.

Thorin let out a small grunt, moving to kneel between Bilbo’s legs as he undid the buttons on said trousers and pushed them down. There was a little jostling and dangerous tipping until Thorin’s trousers ended up in the same unknown place as Bilbo’s clothes, the dwarf resting back on his heels and Bilbo took a moment to admire him.

Wide legs, arms and shoulders, the truly spectacular chest he had been greeted with before, his eyes dropped lower and all at once Bilbos eyes shot up his forehead.

He had known that Thorin was big, all of the fumbling above clothes they had done, courting propriety be dammed, had made him aware of that at least in the abstract. Besides he would have to be truly stupid to be unaware that Thorin was broader than him in general. But he hadn’t really been prepared to actually see how that translated into… other areas.

A small shudder ran down Bilbo’s spine as he continued to stare down at the very interested, and very large, erection that was pressed snugly against Bilbo’s own. Truthfully Thorin wasn’t that much longer than him, a few inches or so of difference there, but the girth is what made Bilbo swallow thickly in his throat and bite his bottom lip, he was certainly more than twice the thickness of Bilbo’s own cock, a fact that made his stomach swoop with with both nerves and excitement.

He’d had more than a few fantasies about bedding the dwarven King after they first met, even his initial rudeness hadn’t been as a much of a turn-off as Bilbo tried to pretend it was, and those fantasies had only increased as their journey went on and the two of them had become friends. Those fantasies had gone every which way, Bilbo had imagined Thorin fucking him more and more as the months had dragged on, he’d imagined the ways his dwarven strength could be put to use, and it had been plaguing him over their weeks of courtship. But now he was having to give some genuine consideration as to whether Thorin would even fit.

A shuddery ripple went down his spine at that thought and Bilbo wiggled a little from where he was gently pinned under Thorin’s weight.

“Bilbo?” Thorin asked, his voice rumbling between them, blue eyes flicking from his face down to where Biblo was staring. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want-”

“Thorin.”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”

“Ah.” Thorin grunted, his mouth clicking shut as he let Bilbo do what he wanted.

He pressed a hand into Thorin’s chest, fingers carding through the thick hair as he slowly dipped his hand lower and lower. Muscles jumped underneath his hand and Bilbo did his best not to smile too smugly at the effect he was having on the dwarf, a hissed groan left Thorin’s mouth as Bilbo reached his cock, his fingers didn’t even fully close around the girth of him. Bilbo let out a breath and tried not to squirm, instead he gave Thorin a light tug and the dwarf let out a harsh curse as he rolled his hips into Bilbo’s touch, he let himself indulge in the action, watching as Thorin shivered, trying to keep himself propped up over Bilbo.

It was a heady thing having this much control over Thorin like this and he hummed as he petted Thorin with light touches, watching as Thorin lost the battle with his own resolve and dropped himself into Bilbo’s side, his cock nudging into Bilbo’s thigh as pre-spend dribbled onto his skin, leaving sticky wet smears. Bilbo took in a shaky breath as he happily explored Thorin’s skin with one hand, still tugging at Thorin’s cock with the other.

He raked a hand against his scalp and Thorin groaned loud into the room. “Please amralime, if you could do something...”

And well perhaps he had been teasing Thorin a bit, but with the way his large frame shivered with restraint who could blame him from testing the waters a bit?

“What do you want?” Bilbo asked, because it mattered and he watched as Thorin swallowed thickly.

“Anything you want.” Thorin rumbled, another long groan leaving him as Bilbo scratched his short nails down his abdomen again. He could take mercy on Thorin and finish him off like this, tucked up against his side as he used his hand, given how tense Thorin was it likely wouldn’t take much and it was tempting.

So very tempting, but Bilbo had other ideas.

“And if I want you inside me?” He asked into Thorin’s ear and he felt the shiver that went through the dwarf’s frame, the way his jaw clenched.

“If that is what you desire.” Thorin groaned though his hips rolled forwards against Bilbo’s thigh and it made Bilbo smile.

“Thorin.” Bilbo laughed. “Do you want that you silly dwarf?” Because even if Bilbo wanted it, if Thorin didn’t they would do something else, he wasn’t picky and pleasure was pleasure regardless of mechanics.

“I...” Thorin cut off with a hitched breath when Bilbo nudged both their cocks together. “I would very much like to fuck you.”

And Bilbo moaned as a shiver went down his spine at the low, possessive rumble that left Thorin’s mouth.

“Well then, I hope you have something-” He said, not getting to finish as Thorin reached over to one of the side-tables, opened a drawer and withdrew a glass pot, dumping it onto the bedding as he moved to hold himself over Bilbo and he hummed appreciatively at having Thorin’s bulk above him again, as if he could hide away from the world tucked up beneath his dwarf and he ran his hands up the Thorin’s chest.

Thorin let him have his moment, watching with one eyebrow raised as Bilbo squeezed both his pectorals with a noise of appreciation, it brought a lovely flush to the tops of Thorin’s cheeks even as his dwarf leaned down and caught his mouth in a filthy kiss. Bilbo hummed into it, letting Thorin distract him as his thighs were nudged apart and the dwarf’s bulk filled the space, a warm hand squeezing his backside with a groan of appreciation. Bilbo rolled his hips into the touch, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach with the promise of what was to come, and with a movement Bilbo didn’t see Thorin removed his hand only to return with a slick digit pressing against his hole. Bilbo jerked with a surprised breath, only to melt into the bedding a moment later as Thorin started circling his finger, pushing forwards on every other circle, encouraging his body to open up.

Bilbo hummed as he let his hips roll into the motions, anticipation crawling up his spine as Thorin would push with a little more force before pulling back, never quite letting his finger sink in. Bilbo was about ready to grab Thorin’s wrist to do it himself when suddenly a finger slipped into him and oh, Thorin’s fingers were so much thicker than his own, even just one felt huge and so much more than he was used to taking at this stage. He didn’t care though, relishing in the stretch as Thorin pushed inside his hole, gently fucking him at first before pressing in until he brushed against the spot that made Bilbo arch his head back and let out a loud whine.

Their lips disconnected and Thorin sank down his body, leaving sucking kisses against his clavicle, the centre of his chest, the swell of his soft stomach until he reached Bilbo’s right hip, his lips reverently pressing against his skin as his long hair tickled his sides.

His own fingers flexed and pressed into Thorin’s head, the bedding, anything he could reach as Thorin fucked his finger in an out, dragging against that spot with each thrust. “Oh, oh, Thorin please.”

A deep chuckle met his ears and Bilbo almost scowled despite the wonderful pleasure skittering up his spine.

“Patience.” Thorin rumbled into his hipbone.

“As if I can’t feel your cock- ah!” Bilbo let out a shocked gasp as Thorin closed his lips over the head of his cock, sucking lightly as his finger moved within him.

Bilbo’s hips twitched as hitching moans left his mouth as the dwarf sucked him gently, his finger pulling out for a moment before two pressed against him and Bilbo bit his lip as he rocked himself down onto them, a loud moan leaving him as they pushed inside. It was just Thorin’s fingers and he already felt so full, and to think he was going to take more. Bilbo breathed sharply as one hand twisted into the sheets, stroking a hand into Thorin’s hair and letting out a long moan as Thorin dropped his head to take one of Bilbo’s stones into his mouth. The pads of Thorin’s fingers rubbed against that spot inside him on alternating thrusts and in short order Bilbo found himself at the precipice of another orgasm.

A third finger pressed into him and Bilbo arched back against the bed. “Thorin, I’m close.” He panted though it did nothing to slow down the dwarf’s movements, if anything it seemed to spur Thorin on, three fingers fucking into him as he licked a stripe up Bilbo’s cock.

That made one of his legs twitch out. “Oh that’s- don’t you- Thorin!” He whined, his eyes squeezing shut as his body shook through another orgasm.

His cock striped wet heat up his stomach, Bilbo could feel his hole clenching around Thorin’s fingers, and oh that felt wonderful, all the while Thorin didn’t stop, his fingers working inside him with a determination that had Bilbo gasping for breath.

“You said you wanted three to start with.” And if Bilbo was in his right mind he might have kicked Thorin in the head for his that, but all he could do was moan helplessly and rock his hips down for more. Something Thorin was all too happy to oblige as a fourth finger pushed at his rim and Bilbo’s patience snapped.

“Oh just get in me already.” He tugged at Thorin’s hair, getting a low groan for his actions but Thorin didn’t move.

“You aren’t ready I need to-”

“I’m ready if I say I am!” Bilbo griped. “I’ll tell you if it hurts, but I want your cock now.” Thorin looked as is he had half a mind to still argue, but whatever he saw on Bilbo’s face was enough as he surged up, claiming Bilbo’s mouth in a messy, dirty kiss that Bilbo was only too happy to reciprocate.

Thorin’s fingers left his body and Bilbo let out a shuddery moan, helping Thorin get into place and he took a moment to marvel at Thorin’s bulk between his spread thighs, the heavy cock rubbing against Bilbo’s own leaving wet, sticky trails on his skin. Thorin reached aside for the pot, dipping his fingers in and bringing them back to slick his cock up, Bilbo hitched his legs up higher as Thorin gripped himself at the base of his shaft and tilted his own hips to press the head of his cock against Bilbo’s hole.

Bilbo’s eyes fluttered shut and he bit his bottom lip, a small moan leaving him.

“If it hurts at all-”

“Yes, yes, I’ll tell you, now can you please- oh!” Bilbo gasped out between them, his eyes snapping open as Thorin began pushing inside him.

It was only the tip of Thorin’s cock but it felt huge, stretching him wider than he ever had been and Bilbo’s chest heaved with panting gasps, he thought he was prepared but he wasn’t at all, even the largest cock he’d taken as a lad had nothing on Thorin’s size and his head dropped back as he rolled his own hips down, trying to get Thorin deeper as ridiculous noises left his throat.

He’d be embarrassed about them later, maybe.

But now he didn’t care at all, he only wanted Thorin deeper, wanted to feel all of Thorin inside him. His body rippled with a shudder and he grasped his hands into Thorin’s hair as the dwarf moved a fraction forwards.

A garbled moan left his throat and all at once Thorin not only stopped but started to pull back. “What, Thorin?” He asked muzzily, his arms and legs gripping at Thorin and not letting the dwarf get any further away.

Thorin had a miserable scowl on his face and Bilbo couldn’t be more confused.

“I am hurting you.” He said and Bilbo blinked at him.

If he were any less aroused he might have soothed Thorin’s worries but given that his head was currently swimming in a heady pool of arousal Bilbo felt his patience snap.

“That was not a sound of pain.” Bilbo tried to grumble but it came out as a panting gasp, he pulled Thorin’s face towards his with a grip on the dwarf’s hair.

“But-”

“I am having a very good time if you somehow can’t tell that.” He dragged one of Thorin’s hands down to where his own cock was leaking on his stomach, dark brows rising as the dwarf thumbed at the sticky wetness on his skin. “So if you could please get back to fucking me sometime this evening.”

He was being entirely petulant and he didn’t care, a deep rumble left Thorin, he thrust forwards once and those same brows shot up as Bilbo both whimpered and clenched around him. “Oh yes, that’s-”

His head dropped to the side with a high-pitched whimper as Thorin pressed him into the bedding, his cock sinking inside him so slowly, so carefully that by the time Thorin’s hips pressed into the back of his thighs Bilbo’s entire body was trembling, his cock hard and leaking profusely against his stomach. He was stuffed full, every shaky breath only heightening the weight of Thorin’s cock inside him, his hole pushed so wide it should have been far too much but it only made Bilbo’s blood sing. It was like Thorin was hitting every possible nerve ending he had down there and he felt wrecked and ruined already, Thorin’s cock pressed into that spot inside him without let up and Bilbo wasn’t sure he wouldn’t shatter apart the moment Thorin actually moved.

He nearly did as Thorin pulled back a moment later and then drove back in.

Bilbo might have wailed a little, he wasn’t sure, but Thorin was looking at him, glassy-eyed, sex-drunk and fucking glorious. Bilbo simply let his hands tangle into Thorin’s hair, tugging the strands and scraping his nails against Thorin’s scalp as the dwarf fucked him, slow at first, testing how far he could move before he picked up the pace, his hips jerking forwards that little bit harder every time Bilbo tugged at his hair and it made Bilbo see stars.

Thorin shifted, striking deeper, harder and Bilbo’s back arched with a whine. “Oh right, there, yes, yes, yes!”

He didn’t care how loud he was being, gasping, panting breaths forced out of him whenever he wasn’t babbling encouragement, barely able to string words together as Thorin plunged inside of him, fucking him open with slick noises that made Bilbo’s ears burn and his arousal spike higher.

Everything was hot, pleasure tingling up his spine with every thrust, his senses were overtaken by this dwarf, his smell, the hair covering his body, his wide frame keeping Bilbo’s thighs spread as Thorin fucked his cock into him with powerful strokes. Bilbo whimpered and keened with every thrust inside him, his body shuddering in the dwarf’s grasp, his breaths coming out high and strained as the spot inside him was driven into relentlessly. The wet sounds of their coupling obscene and loud in the room.

“Bilbo, ghivashel you’re so-” A grunt cut Thorin off, slamming his hips harder and Bilbo whined as his entire body shook.

It wasn’t going to take much more, he could feel his release zipping up his spine and pooling low in his gut.

“Oh, oh, oh, Thorin, I-” He panted, his hands grasping up into Thorin’s hair as he tried to hold on, his cock twitching against his stomach, hard and aching for release. One that was swiftly approaching and Bilbo hiccuped out a moan as Thorin’s pounded into him once, twice. Bilbo lowered a shaking hand to grasp at himself but Thorin beat him to it, a large, warm palm wrapped around his cock as Thorin nudged his head to the side and warm lips closed around the tip of his ear. Bilbo panted and shook in Thorin’s hold as every single part of him tensed with decadent pleasure.

He hung there for countless moments, so close to his finish. “Oh please Thorin, please.”

All it took was a thumb rubbing at the head of his cock and Bilbo was gone.

He threw his head back with a wail as his body shook and shivered, his legs clamping at Thorin’s sides as pleasure raced up his spine his hole clenched around Thorin’s thrusting cock and oh gods that made him feel even bigger as he was fucked through his orgasm, his cock pulsing out streaks of white onto his skin as he shivered through his release.

Bilbo slumped back into the bed panting when he was done, one hand flopped on the bedding while the other loosely tangled in Thorin’s hair, idly playing with the strands as he luxuriated in the pleasure that gently tingled across his body. He felt fucked out in the best way and Bilbo hummed as he shifted, a whimper leaving him as Thorin made an aborted thrust into him.

Bilbo blinked his eyes open only to see Thorin’s tense frame above him, his jaw clenched in a way that looked painful and one hand bunched into the bedding so tight he had likely ripped the fabric. Bilbo let out a considering noise and raised his other hand to gently stroke against Thorin’s beard and a pained groan left the dwarf as he kept himself so still.

Bilbo let out a small huff of a laugh, still breathless from his orgasm. “Come on, take what you need.” He urged, rocking his hips up and unable to hold in the shocked gasp at the way Thorin’s cock tugged at his sensitive insides.

“I might-” Thorin gasped and moved a fraction. “I might hurt you.” He groaned even as his restraint slipped away a little, rocking himself once with a shallow thrust.

Bilbo only rolled his eyes.

“You know I’m sturdier than that.” He breathed out into the space between them, it was cheating sure but it did the trick, Thorin snapped his hips down and Bilbo let out a small yelp at the sudden thrust and it melted into a satisfied moan as Thorin kept moving.

Bilbo’s eyes fluttered shut as Thorin fucked into him, his own cock fattening up again with every deep thrust inside him, luxuriating in Thorin’s pleasure and his own as he let out gasping moans into the dwarf’s neck. It was almost too much, bordering on being oversensitive but Bilbo only urged Thorin on as his dwarf fucked himself to completion, half-panted whines torn from his throat at the slick slide of his cock against Thorin’s belly.

He didn’t think he would finish again so soon, but then all of a sudden Bilbo was squeezing his eyes shut as his body shook through another orgasm, clenching down tight on every part of Thorin’s cock as it throbbed inside him and oh, his dwarf was coming too. Thick, hot spend pumping inside him and Bilbo whimpered as Thorin filled him up, sliding in a deep as he could get one last time before he stilled.

Thorin wobbled above him, clearly trying to keep himself up and Bilbo smiled as he pulled Thorin down. A small ‘oof’ left him with the dwarf’s sudden weight as he slumped into his arms, he tucked Thorin’s face into his neck, his cock buried deep and twitching with the last of his load as breathless pants left them both. Bilbo hummed in the happy satisfaction of a good fuck, running his hands up and down Thorin’s back idly, dozing a little through the long minutes as they both came down. He was half worried Thorin might have passed out on him, blissed out as the dwarf seemed but after a while he shifted, his arms moving to push himself up so he could look at Bilbo and he didn’t think he’d ever seen the dwarf look so relaxed.

“Sorry, I didn’t meant to crush you.” Thorin rumbled, his voice sounding ruined and Bilbo bit his lip as he clenched around the dwarf’s cock, his own cock jerking as it started to fill out once again.

Thorin blinked down between them, then looked back up at him and let out a deep, rumbling laugh.

“I did say three was a good start.” Bilbo pointed out a little breathlessly.

“Then I must endeavour to keep you satisfied.” Thorin murmured against his lips.

Bilbo laughed as he got an armful of sweaty, naked dwarf and he had absolutely no complaints at all.