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Thorin decided he rather hated the Shire. The rolling hills and plush vegetation was fine, he supposed. But without his stone sense, Thorin struggled to find his way. At least in cities of men there were street signs and a road structure he was familiar with. Here, Thorin felt like a bumbling fool. The glares from the small, cherub like residents certainly didn’t help. Anytime he tried to ask for help, they scuttled off as if he were some orc.
Somehow along the way he managed to traipse through a hobbits garden. A fact he would feel guilty for if the flowers hadn’t smelled putrid and if his stomach wasn’t roaring with hunger. Thorin ignored the pink petals and their sweet pollen, unbeknownst of how he utterly ruined his night.
Thorin’s distaste for hobbits only grew when he met Bilbo Baggins. A stuffy creature who seemed much too sensitive to join them on the journey to come. A small bunny, really, with a flickering nose and ears to match. It would be endearing if Thorin’s skin wasn’t beginning to itch.
In the hobbit’s hole he realized how much he missed dwarven engineering. Why was Master Baggin’s home so hot? Thorin’s skin grew clammy as he ate, but he ignored it. Perhaps if it worsened he would sleep outside. As much as he missed a bed, it wouldn’t be worth if it he didn’t get a wink of sleep because of overwhelming heat.
Thorin’s mind began to struggle to focus. He was honed in on their hobbit host, distracted by the pretty creature. Were all hobbits so handsome? Thorin frowned into his meal, glaring at Bilbo as he took in his features. Perhaps hobbits had some type of fae magic, as Thorin had never had such thoughts about another before. He couldn’t stop imagining those plush lips against his, or seeing those cheeks turn red with want. Bilbo’s eyes were another beast all together. In the warm candle light, Thorin was all but drowning in their warmth.
Every time Bilbo met his gaze, Thorin would swiftly look away. There was no way the hobbit knew of his thoughts and yet he felt caught. It wasn’t odd of the leader to be memorizing the features of their new addition, was it?
By the time the map was laid out, Thorin’s body felt wrong. He felt as though he had just exited battle with a racing heart and antsy limbs. Perhaps a spar session with Dwalin was due? And yet his gaze kept falling onto their burglar. Thorin should be thinking about his father, about their home, but all he could think about was shoving the damn hobbit against the wall and ravaging him.
Bilbo had called for him from his sitting chair as he recovered from his little fainting spell. Weak. And yet his forearms were strong and his fingers looked the perfect size to-
“Uh- Your Majesty-“ Bilbo interrupted his thoughts. Fuck, Thorin was soaked.
“Just Thorin.” He rebuffed.
Bilbo shot him a nervous smile. He sipped his tea and cleared his throat. “Ah, Thorin then… I can’t help but ask-“ His face scrunched up and Thorin’s frown strengthened. “Are you feeling alright?”
Thorin crossed his arms over his chest. "Does something seem the matter, Master Burglar?"
Bilbo visibly bristled. "Excuse you, I have never burgled anything in my life!" He huffed. "And yes, something does seem the matter." Bilbo looked him up and down. "Are you feeling-" His cheeks warmed and he cleared his throat. Thorin nearly growled with frustration. "You look awfully warm, is all. And flush. And a bit distracted." Bilbo managed to babble out his concerns.
Squinting, Thorin's jaw tightened. "Of course I'm hot, it's sweltering in this damn hole."
Nose scrunching, Bilbo glared. "This is a smial, Thorin, not a hole. And it's hardly hot in here. At least not to anyone else, it seems everyone is comfortable except for you." Thorin looked behind him towards the his companions, noticing Bilbo spoke the truth. "Tell me, Thorin, did you by chance come across some bright pink flowers on your way here?"
Glancing down at his boots, Thorin spotted one of said petals clinging to the edge of his sole. "Perhaps. But what do flowers have to do with anything?"
Bilbo groaned and scrubbed at his face. "Curse these dwarves. Curse Gandalf…" He muttered to himself. Thorin's teeth ached to chew on Bilbo's pointed, flushed ear. "Flowers have everything to do about this if you trample across a flower bed of aphrodisiacs."
His mind caught up with Bilbo's words. Thorin blanched and his arms fell to his side. "You jest."
"I wish I was." Bilbo sighed. He pat the chair beside him. "Take a seat before you take a tumble like I had."
Thorin's constitution would never allow such a thing, but he accepted the hobbit's offer. "Are hobbits so flippant about such-such matters?!" Thorin stumbled over his words as he began to understand the severity of his situation. It wasn't a mere bed of flowers he walked through, but a near field of them! He was going to die.
Looking at Thorin over his cup of tea, Bilbo rolled his eyes. "Oh please, you're going to be alright. Simply excuse yourself for the night and-" He made a rude gesture that did not fit the hobbit whatsoever. "Take yourself in hand. You'll feel better afterwards."
Staring down at his lap, Thorin realized just how ravenous he was. His cunt was soaked and aching, longing to be filled. He was never one to yearn so strongly for such a thing, let alone to be taken by a stranger. And yet, Thorin loathed at the idea of bringing himself relief alone. But he was a prideful dwarf. He could take care of himself. Swallowing hard, Thorin stood and nodded. "Thank you, Master Baggins." He glanced at the hobbit. "Will you be joining us on the morrow?"
Bilbo couldn't hold his gaze. He fidgeted and looked at his tea. "I-I believe not. I do wish you all the best though." Thorin frowned.
For some reason, the knowledge that he wouldn't see Bilbo again made his mood worsen. That feeling was easy to ignore though considering how his cock twitched and begged for attention. "Goodnight then, Master Baggins."
"Goodnight, Thorin."
Bilbo was never the best sleeper, but that night sleep was harder to catch then a stubborn fish. He tossed and turned, thinking about the dwarves in his home. Specifically one dwarf. With cool baby blue eyes and a strong nose framed by dark curls. Thorin Oakenshield was a near stranger, and yet he had bewitched Bilbo despite his horrid attitude. The knowledge he was taking care of himself in his home thanks to a stumble through echinacea's made it all the more maddening. Bilbo stared at the ceiling, imagining how Thorin looked with less layers. Were dwarves hairy every where? Did those thick fingers extend to strong muscles spanning the rest of his body? Oh, how large was dwarf cock?
Bilbo was startled from his daydreams by a loud knock at his door. The hobbit squeaked and grabbed his robe, praying that the patchwork design hid his half hard cock. "Coming." He called.
Never one to disappoint his guests, Bilbo was swift to open his bedroom door. His jaw dropped when he was faced with the dwarf haunting his sleepless night. Thorin leant against the door frame, shirtless and with loosened pants. His skin shone with sweat, the droplets highlighting the endless expanse of muscles and hair. Bilbo only prayed the dwarf wouldn't look down, because he was most certainly no longer only half hard. "Thorin!" He exclaimed.
Thorin shouldered past him and began to pace. He growled, a feral sound that made heat curl in Bilbo's gut. "Take yourself in hand you had said, that will fix it you said."
Bilbo's brows furrowed and he closed his bedroom door. "I don't sound like-"
Thorin ignored him and continued on. "If only! Bilbo, please tell me there is some type of cure for this. I cannot handle the heat, the desperation. I fear it will end me." Thorin looked at him, fear beside the desire in his eyes.
"Oh that's odd… did you- did you do it right?" Thorin rounded on him and snarled. Bilbo whimpered. The dwarf had no right to be so dangerously attractive. "Right, right, sorry. P-Perhaps echinacea has a stronger effect on dwarves…" Bilbo slowly approached Thorin and worried his lip. "I'm afraid there's no cure other than sex. It's pollen is often used as a fertility treatment… Most find the effects last until-" Bilbo's face was on fire and his voice grew higher in pitch. "Until it takes, in-in a sense."
Thorin stilled and stared at Bilbo. His hair was tied up in a wild bun, curls flying every which was. Bilbo should get him a cool cloth for his thick neck. And soft pecs. And bulging arms. Bilbo swallowed hard as silence sat awkwardly in the air. "Do you- Can one of your companions assist you?"
Bilbo suddenly felt like prey under Thorin's gaze. The dwarf scoffed. "A majority of them are family, and the rest are of little interest to me." He began to stalk Bilbo, pushing him up against his door. "You, on the other hand, have been driving me wild all night." Thorin's voice was so deep and thick with want. Bilbo shivered and nearly fainted again with such knowledge.
"Oh!" Thorin's hands landed beside his head, trapping him under his bulk. Bilbo's cock practically leapt at the act. Thorin's gaze dropped and he looked back up at Bilbo with even more hunger. It was improper, sleeping with a dwarf he just met. But wasn't it also improper to not care for his guest? He was ailed because of hobbits, it would be cruel to have him suffer alone. It would only be right for him to help. Certainly not because Thorin was the man of his dreams. "I-I have?" Bilbo couldn't help but ask. Thorin's glare the whole night left the impression of otherwise.
Thorin growled and knocked their foreheads together. Bilbo whimpered and his hands jumped up to land onto Thorin's shoulders. Oh dear, the poor dwarf was well past feverish. "Does your vanity require praise before you agree to me? Despite how your body calls to mine?" Thorin eyes bounced from Bilbo's to his lips.
Bilbo licked his lips, his lids growing heavy. He fluttered his lashes and his hands began to roam down to Thorin's furred tits. "I-I'll help you, Thorin. I will not deny my attraction to you so long as you do the same for me."
Thorin's fogged mind took a few moments to register Bilbo's consent. The past few hours have been torture, and to finally have Bilbo at his fingertips and willing- it made his heart race even harder in their chest. Thorin's vision blurred with raw want before he surged to kiss Bilbo's lips.
The clash of teeth and flesh drew an obscene moan from the hobbit. Thorin growled with approval when plush lips opened for his tongue. He would consume the hobbit whole if he could. "Of course I desire you." Thorin's voice was wrecked already. His hands dropped to grip Bilbo's pert ass tightly, drawing a choked gasp from the hobbit. "How could I not when you're so delectable?" Thorin bit Bilbo's lip before hefting him up into his arms. A low whine and shiver was drawn from Thorin as Bilbo's fingers weaved into his hair and held on tightly. Bilbo's legs wrapped around his hips and he began to rut against Thorin's chest as if he was the one overwhelmed by aphrodisiacs. "Don't you dare cum." Thorin commanded before tossing Bilbo onto his bed.
Bilbo yelped as he landed and bounced on his mattress. "Thorin!" The hobbit gasped, getting onto his elbows to weakly glare at Thorin. His stupid robe still covered his flesh from Thorin.
A sharp grin curled his lips. Thorin grabbed Bilbo by the ankles and tugged him roughly to drag him to the edge of the bed. The hobbit's gasp turned into a moan. "Don't act as if you don't like this." Thorin's grip ran up his calves to his thighs, finally satiating his itch to feel skin against his own. Bilbo twitched and pushed into his hands. "That you're not writhing and aching for me to use you. To control you." The words simply fell from his lips with little thought.
Bilbo's head fell back and he whined, hiding his face in his hands. "O-Oh, you'll be the death of me Thorin Oakenshield."
Thorin squeezed him hard. "No, you will Bilbo Baggins, seeing as you're not naked." His fingers shook as he began to impatiently untie and push away Bilbo's robe. "Get this off." Thorin snarled.
Bilbo slapped away his hands before swiftly tearing off his robe and night gown. "Do not rip my clothes, I swear…" He grumbled. Thorin grunted and hastily shoved down his own pants.
Soft, supple skin was finally bare for Thorin to devour. Freckles littered his shoulders, and thin hair decorated his arms, legs, and soft stomach. Bilbo's cock stood hard, the head leaking and flush. Thorin's mouth watered.
"Oh…" Bilbo breathed. Thorin looked up and saw the hobbit was staring at his cunt. "Oh! I see why my advice didn't work." He blushed and chuckled nervously.
Thorin quirked a brow. "Is there a problem?"
Bilbo met his eyes and shook his head. "No! No, not at all. Simply wrong treatment for the wrong parts…" The hobbit licked his lips and Thorin watched shamelessly.
Thorin pushed Bilbo back into the bed before straddling his lap. His cunt was dripping and his cock stood hard amongst his curls. Thorin whined when Bilbo's cool hands ran across his body.
Thorin lowered his hand to grab Bilbo's cock, drawing a beautiful gasp of his name. As much as his body roared to have Bilbo's cock inside of him, Thorin needed to see him squirm. Needed to hear him beg. So he dropped his hips and trapped Bilbo's cock with his cunt against his soft stomach. The hobbit's brows scrunched up and he whined like a dog as Thorin began to grind up and down his length. It was lewd and utterly depraved. Thorin panted harshly as he drank in Bilbo's expressions.
"W-Wait- Th-Thorin- you're so hot." Bilbo whimpered, his hands grabbing onto Thorin's hips.
The dwarf chuckled darkly as he simply pressed down harder. "So close already?" Thorin teased. "Do I need to find another hobbit to satiate me?"
Bilbo's eyes widened and he shuddered. "No, no please-" He ground up into Thorin, his head bumping against the dwarf's small cock. "I'll be good." Bilbo whispered.
"I know you will." Thorin purred. He ducked to kiss Bilbo, lapping into his mouth and moaning shamelessly as his nerves danced with pleasure. Bilbo's nails carved into him, and oh did Thorin wish to have more marks. He ached to be literred with bruises and scratches to show the world how he claimed Bilbo Baggins.
As wet as he was, it didn't take long for Bilbo to also be a mess with his slick. "P-Please, Thorin. Let me help you. Wanna help you." Bilbo babbled against his lips. His doe eyes were so sweet despite his crying cock and rabbiting hips.
Thorin nodded. He too couldn't wait any longer. "This better work." He grumbled before sitting up. Bilbo chuckled nervously. His laughter was quickly replaced with choked gasps and moans when Thorin pushed his cock into him. "Oh fuck." Thorin groaned, his head falling back as he took Bilbo to the hilt.
Hobbits were smaller than dwarves, but that was a fact Thorin was more than grateful for considering his body's penchant for pain. Bilbo perfectly slipped into Thorin, filling him just right. A sigh of relief escaped him and he simply warmed the hobbit for a few moments as he reveled in the peace of feeling complete.
When he opened his eyes, all he saw was Bilbo's awe struck expression. Thorin couldn't flush more than he had, but his skin certainly tried. Even with his cock nestled deep inside of him, seeing Bilbo look at him with such reverence was the thing to make his heart dance.
"Beautiful…" Bilbo whispered. Thorin suddenly felt stripped bare, down to his very bones. Few would use such a word to describe Thorin.
Grabbing Bilbo's hands, he fell forward and pinned his wrists above his head. Thorin squeezed his cock to make Bilbo whine, a perfect opportunity for him to claim his mouth. All semblance of control snapped as he devoured Bilbo. His strong thighs easily made it so he could roughly bounce on the hobbit's cock. Thorin's high only seemed to grow as his pleasure mounted. His lips were no longer able to move and he simply drooled and moaned into Bilbo's neck. "Uh-Uh-F-Fuck! F-Feel so good. Shit!"
Bilbo trembled beneath him, accepting Thorin's overwhelming heat and lust. He matched Thorin's thrusts and cried out loudly with each delicious pulse his cunt gifted him. "Oh-Oh-Ohh! Thorin, I-I'm close. So close. Please!"
"Do it." Thorin growled before sinking his teeth into Bilbo's skin.
The hobbit wailed and fought against Thorin's strong grip as his body spasmed and writhed. Hot cum flooded his cunt and although he didn't cum, Thorin's toes curled and fire coursed through him. "Fuck! O-Oh, Thorin! Take it, please. Oh gods-" Bilbo gasped.
Eyes rolled back and body shuddering around the sensation, Thorin milked Bilbo's cock. It was exactly what he needed and yet it wasn't enough. He ached for more, needed more. "Bilbo, please-" Thorin begged with a desperate whine.
Panting hard, Bilbo's hands ran up and down Thorin's sweaty back. "Shh, I know, I know. You need to cum, darling." Bilbo turned his head and whispered into Thorin's ear. "Use my mouth, Thorin. I wish to taste myself in you."
Thorin groaned and his pussy squeezed Bilbo's softening cock. Bilbo whimpered. "Mahal, yes." He growled before using his lead heavy limbs to lift himself off Bilbo and up onto his face. Cum leaked from his cunt, but he cared little for the mess. All he cared about was the sweet relief that would come from fucking Bilbo's pretty mouth.
Bilbo's hands landed on his thighs, and he looked up at Thorin's cunt as if it were dessert. The hobbit gently kissed the tip of his cock before burying himself into his pussy, eagerly devouring his meal. Thorin buckled and moaned, tightly gripping onto Bilbo's hair as his tongue lapped up their combined mess. He gasped and sobbed, shocked to hear how much of a mess he was. And yet, Bilbo swallowed and slurped every last drop all the while watching Thorin with heated eyes.
"Bi-Bilbo!" Thorin teared up because of how tightly strung his body was. Bilbo hummed and set his sites on Thorin's cock instead. The dwarf wailed and clung onto the headboard as tight suction encompassed his sensitive dick. "Yes! O-Oh, Bilbo- yes! Fuck-" Thorin cut himself off with a groan. "St-Stay just like that, I-I need-" He panted and his hips began to carelessly roll. Every thrust sent his cock deeper into the delicious heat of Bilbo's mouth. "Fuck! Fuck, such a good toy. Mine. Mine to use- oh Mahal." The hobbit only moaned and nodded in approval. Thorin's eyes fell shut as he felt his orgasm finally grow close.
Thorin could feel Bilbo's nose bump into him with each thrust and he was likely being much too rough but he hardly cared. He needed to cum. Needed to release even an ounce of the lust coursing through him. Thorin sat back and grabbed Bilbo's head, brutally fucking his mouth all the while staring into blackened eyes.
With a roar, Thorin came. He could feel Bilbo struggle beneath him as a surge of slick pulsed through him and into his mouth, but Thorin kept him still as he rode the waves of ecstasy. "Y-Yes, oh yesss. Good boy, just like that. Take it, my pretty toy." He babbled with a delirious grin.
When Bilbo began to tap his thigh, Thorin released him and lifted up off of his mouth. The hobbit gasped and turned his head to cough and catch his breath. Thorin pet his hair and cooed, "Breathe... There you go, good boy… So good for me." He slowly slid off of Bilbo to instead sit beside him. The hobbit licked his lips and smiled up at him, making Thorin's heart skip.
Bilbo cleared his throat and turned to hug Thorin's thigh and pressed messy, wet kisses against him. "Yavanna, that was… I've never-" Bilbo laughed. "I quite enjoyed that, to say the least. How do you feel?"
It seemed the orgasm had indeed helped, but the itchiness and desperation remained under his skin. Thorin's thighs squeezed together and he grunted. "Still feel like I'm going to melt… But it's more manageable."
Sitting up, Bilbo clicked his tongue. "Now that simply won't do." He grinned and got onto his knees. Thorin realized the hobbit was hard again, a feat he hadn't seen in a bed partner. His mouth watered and his cunt throbbed with need, aching to be filled once again.
While he was distracted, Bilbo gently pushed him onto his back. Cool fingers ran up his thighs and spread his legs, and Thorin's hips bucked into the cool air. "Bilbo…"
"Yes?" The hobbit coyly responded as he settled in between Thorin's thighs. Bilbo teased the head of his cock against Thorin's all the while gently smiling at the dwarf. He was going to drive him mad.
He ground his teeth and grabbed his thighs to present himself. Bilbo's eyes dropped to his dripping cunt and he whimpered. Thorin's glare was weak and ruined by how desperate he was. "Fuck. Me."
Bilbo chuckled and pressed against Thorin's winking hole. "Is that all?" He teased as he leant forward to hover his lips over Thorin's.
"You bastard." Thorin snarled, privately rejoicing to feel Bilbo's cool body pressed against his. The hobbit only smirked and pecked his lips. Thorin closed his eyes and tilted his hips as far up as he could. "Need your cum." He ground out.
"There we go." Bilbo purred before sinking into him once more. Thorin's moans were captured by Bilbo's lips, the scent and taste of himself driving Thorin mad. "Yavanna, you're so tight. So hot and wet for me, could stay here forever." Bilbo admitted as he caught his breath.
Each drag of Bilbo's cock inside of him sent electric bliss up Thorin's spine. It had been many years since he allowed someone to take him like this. It was intimate and vulnerable, something he often avoided when laying with another. But Thorin found himself melting into the sheets. Their moans wove together in the air and their eyes were locked as Bilbo fucked into him.
Thorin released his thighs to instead reach up to grip onto the pillow. Bilbo quickly replaced his hands as he sat up. Despite his size, he bent Thorin in half and began to piston into him. Eyes rolling back, Thorin's moans grew embarassingly loud as Bilbo hit his g spot repeatedly with his stupidly perfect cock.
Sweat dampened Bilbo's curls and he was panting hard as he lost himself in Thorin's body. "Perfect. B-Beautiful, look at you." The hobbit babbled, making Thorin squirm and look up at him with half lidded eyes. "Yes, that's it, darling. Look at me like that and I'll be breeding you in no time."
"Fuck…" Thorin whimpered, his pussy spasming around Bilbo's cock.
"Oh, is that what you want?" Bilbo grinned. Thorin couldn't decide if he wanted to strangle him or kiss that smirk off his face more. "Need me to breed you, your Majesty?"
Thorin keened and sobbed, another orgasm begging to burst. "Yes!" He cried. "Mahal, yes! Need it, need it so bad. Please-"
"Thorin-" Bilbo whined and his face scrunched up. He released one thigh to reach for Thorin's swollen cock, hastily rubbing it as he rut into him. With a sob, Bilbo came once more. The second time was just as euphoric, and with the help of the pressure to his cock, Thorin came along with him. Mahal did Thorin hope that hobbit holes were sound proofed.
Thorin swiftly wrapped his legs around Bilbo's hips and he reached up to wrap him into a hug. The hobbit was trapped in his embrace and Thorin kissed him roughly. "Mine."
Bilbo whimpered and nodded. His hands helplessly held onto Thorin's hair, bun long gone. "Tho-Thorin, shouldn't I pull out?"
Thorin growled and tightened his thighs. "Needs to take, remember?"
"Oh. R-Right, yes." Bilbo swallowed hard and Thorin grinned when he felt the hobbit's dick twitch.
"You want it just as much as I do, no?" He purred, running his nose up and down Bilbo's ear. The hobbit whimpered. "How often can you cum in one night, Bilbo?"
"I-I'm not sure." Bilbo scratched at Thorin's scalp, drawing a near purr from the dwarf. "Never had someone interested in testing it out."
"Fools." Thorin mumbled. Bilbo chuckled and kissed Thorin sweetly.
The overwhelming desire in his blood began to calm, but Thorin found he didn't wish to end things. He still was warm, and his heart was still racing, so the drug had to still be in effect, right? Best to treat it until he was confident.
To his shock, Bilbo began to stiffen inside of his cunt again. Thorin moaned and relaxed his legs to instead splay open. "Take me." He whispered. Bilbo moaned his assent before doing as he was told. Their lips never left each other's- exchanging messy, wanting kisses as Bilbo sweetly took Thorin once more. It was unlikely Thorin was to cum like this so instead he enjoyed the pathetic whimpers Bilbo made thanks to his pussy and the adorable way his face reacted to his mounting pleasure. Thorin memorized each detail, savoring the hobbit. "My pretty hobbit… Did you expect to love dwarf cunt this much?"
Bilbo blushed and kissed Thorin passionately. "I-I did not. But I fear- I fear I may grow attached to such divinity." He breathed.
Fear and excitement made Thorin's heart jump. The hobbit wouldn't be joining them on their venture, but what if he changed his mind? "Would be a shame to seperate yourself from such a revelation…" Thorin mumbled, fluttering his lashes and squeezing Bilbo's cock.
The hobbit gasped and bumped their foreheads together. "I-It would be, wouldn't it?"
Thorin smiled and cupped Bilbo's face before dragging him down into a wanton kiss. It was easier to pour out his anxiety and excitement through touch rather than words. Plus, what was there to say? Thorin had never felt this drawn to someone before, but also had never been doused in aphrodisiacs.
Bilbo's hips sped up and Thorin drank in his frequent moans. "Cum for me, Bilbo. Give me what I desire." Not one to disappoint, Bilbo filled him once more. Thorin felt like a proper, well bred, mess. He purred, "That's it, good boy…"
"Thorin, p-please. You're going to kill me." Bilbo whined and hid himself in Thorin's neck.
The dwarf laughed. "I was closer to killing you when I fucked your face. Brave little hobbit." Bilbo snorted. "My thighs are much more dangerous than my tongue." Thorin rumbled.
"Oh gods…" Bilbo lifted himself and pulled out of Thorin. He sat back on his heels and bit his lip. "Would it be careless of me then to say I'd like for you to do it again?" Bilbo smiled nervously as his hand slid down his inner thigh to his cunt. His thumb pulled at his pussy to reveal his dripping hole. How could Thorin not get addicted?
"S-Some would say you're suicidal." Thorin ran his own hands down his own body. He moaned, eyes locked onto Bilbo's, as he rubbed his cock. "I'll be careful for my good boy."
Bilbo all but dropped to his stomach to bury his face into Thorin's cunt once more. "Don't be." He smiled up at Thorin as he nuzzled the inside of his thighs. "I'm learning I quite like when you're rough with me."
Thorin's nostrils flared and he tightly gripped Bilbo by his curls. The hobbit moaned and opened his mouth, flaunting his wet tongue. "Greedy pet." Thorin growled. Bilbo nodded with a whine. Thorin thrust his hips up as he brought Bilbo's mouth down to his cock.
Enraptured by Bilbo, Thorin panted and moaned as his dick was diligently sucked. His cock was sizeable for someone with a cunt, and Bilbo took him wonderfully. Thorin rocked up into him and gently tugged on his hair to reward the hobbit when he made him see stars. "F-Finger me." He gasped.
Soon enough, a small finger slipped into him. Thorin whined and nodded. "Y-Yes, thank you. Oh, thank you. Your mouth is heaven." Bilbo moaned and twirled his tongue around the head of his dick, making Thorin slam his thighs together over his ears. "Yes! Keep doing that." He commanded.
Bilbo's lids were heavy with lust and he slipped in a second finger as he was told. Although short, Bilbo's clever fingers were able to reach Thorin's g spot. Each purposeful crook paired with his fiendish tongue made Thorin shake. His legs fell and his toes curled as he sobbed. "Fuck! O-Oh, Mahal, I'm-"
Bilbo pulled off with a moan as Thorin's cunt sprayed. His mouth was open and he caught the liquid before diving back for Thorin's dick. The dwarf's back arched and he spasmed as Bilbo continued to torment him with overtimulating pleasure. "Bilbo!" Thorin cried, uncertain if he wanted to pull him off or closer to his burning dick. The hobbit winked before pistoning his fingers and sucking hard, drawing another sudden, earth shattering orgasm from Thorin.
He was screwed, he was utterly ruined by a damn hobbit. And likely everyone knew it. Especially said hobbit happily drinking his second surge of slick, grinning and lapping at his cunt like a dog. Thorin's head fell back and he stared up at the ceiling as he caught his breath. He laughed deliriously.
Head popping up into his vision, Bilbo laid on top of Thorin. "Hello." He giggled before kissing Thorin. Helpless to Bilbo's lure, Thorin returned the gesture. The dwarf certainly had make his mark on the hobbit as he reeked of sex and cum.
"Hello." Thorin mumbled.
"You look and feel much cooler now. Do you feel better?" Bilbo asked, gently brushing Thorin's hair out of his face. The tangles were going to be miserable to take care of.
"I do… thank you." Thorin smiled gently.
Bilbo smiled and relaxed. "Oh, good. I don't think I had much left in me." Thorin bit his lip before laughing.
"I'm impressed." Thorin admitted.
"Is that so?" Bilbo hummed. "Hobbit cock as shocking as dwarf pussy?"
Thorin snorted and turned to hide his blushing face. "Perhaps."
Bilbo kissed his cheek, and Thorin wondered if he would be greedy to want this for more than one night.
"Thorin… Do you- I know I said no but… Is the position for burglar still available?" It seemed he wasn't alone in his thoughts. Heart in his throat, Thorin looked up at Bilbo. He squeezed the hobbit and nodded. "Well… I've changed my mind and I'd like to sign the contract."
Although such news made butterflies erupt in his stomach, his mind roared with doubt. Thorin raised his brow. "Why don't you come down from the high of fucking me before deciding that."
Bilbo huffed. "It's not just that. I was thinking about it before you came and knocked my door down. But, if that would make you feel better I will sleep on it." Thorin sighed. "Now, may I help clean you up?"
"I don't need help." Thorin spat, his ego managing to trickle back in with the absence of the drug.
"That's not what you were saying a few orgasms ago." Bilbo quipped. Thorin blushed and he ground his teeth. Bilbo searched his gaze before he sighed. "Let me take care of you, just for a few more minutes…"
Thorin swallowed his pride, a feat made easy under fond hazel eyes and gentle fingers running through his hair. He nodded, drawing a bright beautiful smile from Bilbo. He was fucked.
The whole night felt like a dream to Bilbo. But what had brought him down to earth was having Thorin in his bathroom. The dwarf struggled to accept his care, but he eventually relaxed thanks to Bilbo's stubborn nature. He was not about to have his bed partner go uncared for after such intense sex. Especially coming down from a drug. He made sure Thorin was both hydrated and clean before he set his sights on his hair.
"You don't have to. It'll take ages." Thorin grumbled, looking at him through the mirror.
Bilbo met his gaze and pursed his lips. "I want to. Plus, it's not as though I'm getting a full night's rest tonight. I can spare some time for you." He chuckled as he grabbed a few brushes and oils.
Patiently, Bilbo began to untangle Thorin's mane. He hummed gently as he got into a trance like state he sectioned, oiled, and untangled his hair. Thorin's eyes were shut, and his big round ears were flushed. How cute. Once he was done, he tied it into one large braid. His oiled hands moved to gently massage Thorin's tight shoulders. "There we go…"
Thorin softly jolted awake and then moaned as Bilbo dug into a knot. His lashes fluttered and Bilbo watched as emotions fought over the dwarf's expression. In the end, his head fell back onto Bilbo's stomach. He looked up at the hobbit with an emotion Bilbo struggled to name. "Are you always like this?"
"Like what?" Bilbo's heart fluttered under Thorin's sleepy gaze. He really ought to get him to bed.
"Nice." Thorin muttered. Bilbo laughed and ducked to kiss his forehead.
"I suppose you'll have to find out." He released his shoulders and stepped back. "Now, up you get. We should sleep."
Thorin frowned at him and didn't move. "It won't be like this out there, Bilbo. I won't be like this out there… It's dangerous and miserable and-"
Bilbo cupped his face and cut him off with a gentle kiss. "Peace, Thorin. If this is the one and only night we ever lay together, then I will understand... I know how important this is to you and your people. That is why I'm going, not because of what occured tonight."
"You wish to not lay with me again?" Thorin asked, brows furrowed.
Blushing, Bilbo chuckled nervously. "No, I didn't say that. I would be ecstatic to lay with you again. And to get to know the real you."
Thorin blinked slowly, taking in his words. He slowly stood and tangled his fingers with Bilbo's. "I will have to think about it…"
"I should certainly hope so." Bilbo grinned and dragged him back to bed. "But first, we must rest." He crawled into his side of the bed and pat beside him. Thorin joined him slowly, as if expecting Bilbo to change his mind or for the door to bust down. "May I touch you?"
"You've been touching me all night." Thorin squinted.
Bilbo rolled his eyes. "Would you like to snuggle or not?"
Thorin grabbed him and pulled him to his chest. He then kissed Bilbo in such a manner that he stole his breath and stopped his heart. Bilbo was utterly fucked. He fell asleep in a royal dwarf's arms before embarking on a suicide mission. And yet, he was proud of living for once.