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Anyway, they are, obviously super horny for each other, and Bilbo, being a hobbit, is perfectly prepared to slut it up!

(No one will ever convince me that Hobbits are puritanical homophobes. Write whatever you want, of course, but I say they may be fussy creatures, but above all they value pleasure! And so I think most of them would be gigantic happy sluts thank you for coming to my TED Talk)

And Thorin wants Bilbo. He wants him bad.

But he is terrified of himself now that he has recovered from the goldsickness. He doesn't trust himself. He wants Bilbo more than he's ever wanted anything! But Bilbo is so soft and so... so small, precious, delicate. What if Thorin breaks him? If he lost control for even a second-- if feeding this hunger only made it stronger like it did with the gold... what if he is too much of a monster to ever touch something so precious??

And at first Bilbo tries to lighten the mood by joking, but at Thorin's distraught look, Bilbo frowns and asks if Thorin is really so sure he would hurt him?

Thorin says no, of course not-- this hunger it doesn't feel the same as it was with the gold...

"The gold... it-- it clouded my mind. It made the whole world seem as though it was against me, after me. But with you, it's... everything is clearer. Everything is brighter. But still, I- I don't know, Bilbo. What if I'm wrong? What if I hurt you?? How can we ever know if I am truly to be trusted? After-- after I was so cruel to you before, and-- if I hurt you, I could never-- I couldn't live with that."

Bilbo cuts him off. Puffing his chest out a little. "Thorin, please, that's quite enough of these horrible thoughts. For one thing, I feel as though I have proven I am not at all as fragile as you still seem to think I am."

Thorin just looks horribly guilty, but Bilbo continues, reaching out for him.

Thorin's cheeks flush at the feeling of Bilbo's impossibly soft hands on his face - gods, even that small touch seems it could drive him insane.

"My love. Please consider. I want you. You want me. I would never ask you to do anything you would dislike, but if it's something you desire... it just seems unfair to you to let ghosts of the past get in the way of that."

"I know, Ghishavel," Thorin says, his head hung in shame. "I am sorry."

Bilbo lifts Thorin's chin to face him, and he nuzzles his forehead against Thorin's. Thorin bites back something akin to a sob and leans into the gentle touch. "Don't be sorry, my dear," Bilbo says, stroking Thorin's shoulder gently. "We'll take things a day at a time. We have that now. Time, I mean. And whatever you choose, I will love you just the same. So please, be kind to yourself in this. For me."

--

Then at some point, a few days later, Bilbo pulls Thorin aside after dinner with a mischievous glint in his big Hobbit eyes.

Thorin, as ever, follows obediently, happy to be led anywhere by his Burglar.

Once they are alone, Bilbo speaks, "So. I've had an idea..."

--

Cut to a bedroom. Thorin is on his back in a large bed, still clothed, looking like he might faint from joy and anticipation. He is tied to the bed, one limb roped to each of the four corners.

Bilbo is fastidiously fastening Thorin's right arm. Excited and blushing; he is checking in like any responsible dom should, but doing it, of course, in his adorably fussy manner.

"You're sure it isn't too tight?" Bilbo asks, tugging at his handiwork. "You can still feel your fingers?"

Thorin answers every question dutifully. There are many. Finally, they are ready to begin.

--

What follows is Bilbo's foolproof plan to discover just how "uncontrollable and mad" Thorin's desire for Bilbo makes him. And also to finally get some of his future husband's dick.

Bilbo slowly takes his clothes off for Thorin. Thorin sees Bilbo naked and cannot believe how gorgeous he is. All that very excellent stuff.

The unbuttoning:

The anticipation:

The Drop:

The religious experience:

Thorin quickly ends up straining against the ropes to get closer to Bilbo. But there is no horrible starving hunger in his eyes; just a desperate desire to be closer, to do anything that would make Bilbo want to be closer to him. 

Bilbo is really very pleased with Thorin's reaction, quickly forgetting any self-consciousness he might have had. 

Bilbo then sets about stripping Thorin, touching and teasing him in a way that would have most people say it was driving them mad. But then, most people hadn't experience true madness. 

This. This was some kind of gorgeous sweet safe warm torture. And if it was indeed madness, then it was a very different kind of madness; nothing like the yawning black void of the dragonsickness. 

And all the while, Bilbo is giving Thorin orders:

"Close your eyes."

"Now open them."

"Hold very still."

"Oh, how good you are being, my love!"

"Tell me how you feel."

"Tell me what you want."

"Chin up."

"Do you like that?"

"Look at me."

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"Then kiss me."

"So gorgeous..."

And on and on like that. Thorin obeying each order immediately, perfectly, joyfully. Even when Bilbo begins teasing him more and more, ordering Thorin to cease thrusting into Bilbo's hands, stopping him on a dime. Even when Bilbo rubs his soft (absurdly soft, ludicrously soft) body against Thorin's. Even when being order to close his eyes to the sight of his beloved in this moment felt like the greatest sacrifice he had ever made in his long life of sacrifices. It is simple. What Bilbo wants, Thorin finds his whole being attempting to give. 

This is probably also a good time for Bilbo to suck some kingly dick.

Eventually, Thorin is desperate to touch him. And when he starts begging. "Please... Bilbo, please, please..." Bilbo crouches down to his level to ask if Thorin needs to take a break.

Thorin shakes his head. "No, I want to keep going, I just--" he looks at Bilbo with wild eyes and a tiny little crooked smile. "It's just that if you tease me anymore, I think I'll die."

Bilbo grins, bright as the sun. He strokes Thorin's hair and Thorin leans into the touch, letting out a little more. "That's wonderful communication, my love. May I make a few suggestions then..."

After giving Thorin water and making sure his ties were still tight but not choking any blood-flow, the happy couple might explore several options:

For instance, Thorin would certainly welcome his hobbit straddling his face so he could worship Bilbo's vulva with vigorous enthusiasm, welcome a soaked beard and soft thighs surrounding him on all sides. That might happen. It rather seems like it should. Bilbo could come any number of times during that. Seems like he'd be a squirter. Seems like Thorin would adore that.

Or perhaps Bilbo employs Thorin's hands to prep him for vaginal penetration. Or perhaps he does it himself and makes Thorin watch. Or just listen.

(I find it to be very likely that all of these things would take place in some order or another. With plenty of communication and checking for many an enthusiastic "yes" along the way.)

But eventually, the hobbit is climbing onto the bed, pressing their skin together (unthinkably soft, obscenely soft, just--) and eventually the hobbit is straddling Thorin's legs and pressing Thorin's cock against his sopping wet cunt. 

Thorin sees God as Bilbo lowers himself down. Thorin holds still, muscles shaking.

But he does not think of the goldsickness.

In fact, for the first time in his life, he does not think of anything at all. 

Bilbo (the little size queen that he is) also seems perfectly happy with the situation, proving once again that hobbits are a fair bit hardier than they look!

Bilbo fucks him good and long and slow, and eventually he guides Thorin into moving just how he likes it. The hobbit sweats and flushes with the effort of it, but he wouldn't change a thing for the world. Not for the whole wide world.

Thorin's brain function eventually returns to him a little, but he does not feel the vicious pull of greed or possessiveness. There is no echo of that wretched cruel voice in his head like there was before; that toxic roar of "MINE, MINE, IT IS MINE"

Instead, he feels only exultation. The desire to please, to love, to follow this incredible person and this feeling. 

Somewhere, there is a much kinder voice in his head. A happy, soft little voice. A sweeter melody than he ever heard, repeating, "his... his... I am his..." 

Thorin has never felt more free.

They fuck. It only takes a few minutes this first time, but it is an eventful few minutes and by the end both are happy and fucked out and satisfied.

Thorin asks to be untied so he can hold his dear one.

Before he does, Bilbo smiles gently. "And you are not overcome with madness and cruelty, my love?"

Thorin's eyes sober a little and he responds with all the gravity and intensity of a king swearing a great oath, never mind that he is tied up and naked and covered in sex and sweat.

He stares at his perfect, silly, brave, brilliant, soft (maddeningly soft, hyperlatively soft, criminally soft), stubborn, clever hobbit and tells Bilbo that he did not once feel the pull of madness that he feared. 

For he found when his mind was clear of all thought, when he was boiled down to his bare essentials, his heart sought no gold; only to serve his One, his beloved, his sweet little burglar.

It is so very beautiful that it has Bilbo misty-eyed as he unties the King Under the Mountain and cleans them both up a little with a pair of nice fluffy towels.

He then collapses into Thorin's waiting arms with a long, satisfied sigh.

"So, does this mean you might be interested in trying this again? Perhaps even without being tied down?" Bilbo asks.

Thorin hums an affirmation and squeezes Bilbo closer, kissing the hobbit's forehead. "Yes. But I wouldn't be against coming back to the rope sometime," he says in a low rumble, blushing against Bilbo's curls.

Bilbo smiles mischievously. "I think I quite agree."