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Thorin had been most delighted that after their terribly long adventure, and after his most terrible betrayal- for it was him and his gold madness that was the problem, and not the burglar's clever little lift of the Arkenstone that was the betrayal- after the battle, and the injuries- to finally have his most precious of treasures in his arms, and - loving him in return as he feared would never or never again be possible.
But even in his madness, he had gifted Bilbo that coat of such value, of mithril, that it protected what he in fact valued most. And so Bilbo had survived the battle, and even protected them, though the Orcs were intent on ending their line once and for all. Broken bones, bruises, but nothing that would not heal, except for Fili who was missing two fingers.
And now Thorin could hold Bilbo close by the courtship braid he had just added to the Hobbit's unruly curly hair and kiss him senseless until his lungs struggled. Thorin pulled away only for air to see those gorgeous eyes slowly blink open at him, dark with lust and pleasure, but also relaxed and at peace- far from that furrowed brow that had been his company for much of the journey. "It is so good to have you in my arms after so long ibinê."
"I am not too heavy?" Bilbo asked yet again. "I'm not putting too much pressure on your ribs? I know Oin said they were healed, but-"
"Hush mamahmarlûn, I am well, and you weigh nothing." Bilbo weighed less than his average set of armor, and kneeling as he was to either side of his waist made it even less. Thorin had a hand over Bilbo's funny hobbit trousers, up his knee and his thigh. It made Bilbo squirm to be touched further and further up his leg. Thorin carefully looked into the Hobbit's face to see if there was true discomfort. They had spectacularly failed to communicate so far, hopefully they would do better going forward, and Thorin was certainly going to try- more than try, he resolved himself. "Bilbo, is this okay?"
"Yes, please!" Bilbo blurted out instinctively before flushing cutely to the tips of his ears at his boldness.
"I love to hear it. Such enthusiasm," Thorin replied honestly as he lifted up the Hobbit in one hand, his teeth nibbling at one of those darling ears.
With his weight shifted, Bilbo made quick work of shucking his trousers, and Thorin returned him to his seat with pleasure. Far better than any throne was this. Now Thorin could run his hand unimpeded up Bilbo's thigh as they kissed passionately for one blazing moment. Thorin's hand found its prize, a pert little cock that was lively as he stroked it. It wasn't quiet the size Thorin had been expecting, even considering the smaller sizes of Hobbits, but was otherwise similar in shape and reaction.
"Tell me ibinê, is this good? I have never laid with a Hobbit before, you shall have to tell me if this pleases you."
"Mmmm, yes, yeah, Thorin," and Thorin could already tell not all was quiet right actually. Bilbo was making that face and speaking in that tone like when he had forgotten his handkerchiefs. Something was bothering the gentle-Hobbit. "Well, its only- that if you could lower your hand, and not so neglect the half of me."
Oh. Alright then. Certainly. Well. Thorin knew what two males could do. He had only ever laid with dwarrow before and they had not been as precious as Men claimed to be, but still there are those that for pride would do no more than thighfucking and would not have of their arse being touched. But here was the blushing, proper hobbit, demanding it in the first moment of their first time. Hobbit sensibilities were... different.
Thorin had no objections to the order for all he was surprised by it, and was more than happy to spread out the magnificence that was the half naked Bilbo as to see what he would be working with- only... only to find not what he had been expecting.
That- that was a cunt. A beautiful, glisteningly wet cunt, surrounded by lush curls and with petals of pink and brown. Right under the firm and now clearly erect penis. Thorin opened his mouth, and then closed it. And then opened it again, his jaw reflecting himself absolute astonishment. He blinked stupidly, and still managed to express nothing at all.
However the already impatient Hobbit was most discontent with whatever the hold up was. "Is there a problem?"
"Well..." Thorin would never describe the beauty before him as a 'problem' nor cause such insult to his bed partner but well... "It is only that that is... not...?"
"What?" Bilbo lifted his head, now well annoyed. Had he not suffered enough dwarven foolishness- is that what this was? "What? Do dwarves not have vulvas and penises? You certainly felt like you had one as I sat upon you."
"Uh, we, uh do. But not... together," Thorin replied as he tried to communicate his continued feelings of love and desire towards Bilbo by dragging his hands up the Hobbit's thighs and stomach.
"Oh. Really? I see." And now Bilbo was tragically sitting up, pulling at the helm of his shirt awkwardly. Thorin however wasn't quiet ready to let him go. If he had only been more swift footed like his burglar he might have been able to conceal his reaction all together. "Oh, I knew Men weren't like this, but I thought dwarves were- what since the whole 'there are so few dwarrowomen'."
"No, there are really few dwarrowomen." Thorin made a hand gesture to explain as he added, "By woman I mean someone with only a pussy. As opposite to a male that only has a cock, like I." Bilbo nodded easily. Okay so he did at least know how it was with other races. Praise Mahal. "There were are just- there are always few. But after the exile, we guarded and hid them... even more preciously."
Made sense, though tragic. Bilbo provided his own explanation. "Hobbits have a lot of kids. Both parents do their part, so it's... easier. Only some of us have tits at all times. Some of us only have them when we've given birth. And some never do, though-" Bilbo turned up his nose like he was going to say 'the Sackville-Baggins' again. Thorin would be sad too if that was Bilbo's view of those that never gave birth, as Thorin had thought to never, but perhaps things were different when you were doubly blessed by the Gods to be fruitful. "And some think this a 'failing' - bwah!" Bilbo, the clever, delightful fella, that had proven the arrogant king that had dared think him a grocer wrong yet again, by insulting instead those that saw fault in body differences, rather than those who's bodies were different.
"They are wrong to think so," Thorin agreed.
"Right!?" This was clearly a topic Bilbo was passionate about; Thorin could all but see the gentle-hobbit tugging at his waistcoat and puffing at his pipe in outrage.
"There are many dwarves that choose their craft over having children. It is considered a calling by Mahal himself. To each their own. That they be happy. That they be satisfied."
Bilbo nodded readily. "And those... bodily differences... aren't a problem? I mean for you. 'Lady' parts aren't... distasteful?"
Thorin curled his arms around his Hobbit and dragged him back. "'Lady'? These are Hobbit parts, and am very content to have my Hobbit after so long wanting him." Bilbo smiled widely, a smile Thorin could feel as he kissed him senseless again.
A problem? "Distasteful? Let me show you, how very much that is untrue." Thorin said as his hands were on Bilbo's thighs again, licking his lips.
"Well then," Bilbo replied all too happy to be tilted back against the bed so that his legs were in the air and Thorin's head was between his thighs, his eyes and mouth intent on that unexpected treasure. No wonder the dwarf hadn't been paying his pussy any attention, if he didn't know it was there.
Thorin was not shy or hesitant, his warm, wet lips against Bilbo's lower ones. The beard- the beard bristled! Which only made sense, it had after all done so on his neck and thighs, but here- here was far more sensitive. Thorin's hand was back on his cock, and his tongue was starting to lathe over him. "I- please- Thorin," Bilbo couldn't help squirming.
The King- now under the mountain once more- pulled back. He had thought Bilbo was equally squirming towards his touch as away but he had to be sure. "I need a firmer touch Thorin, you're tickling me. Your- your beard," Bilbo whispered that last part.
Oh. "Am I... the first bearded mouth to eat you out?"
Bilbo huffed as he grabbed Thorin's hair and shoved him down to his aching pussy that desperately wanted more. "Yes, of course you silly dwarf. Do you think I have slept with a Man?"
Thorin smiled as he returned to his task, now with a firmer touch. Still, being aware that his beard was having this effect, he couldn't help but to rub his mustache against the clit as he opened his mouth to stick out his tongue. For all their differences, the cunt tasted like he was used to- delicious. It certainly seemed to react as he was used to too. And Bilbo- Bilbo was enjoying himself and making it clear. The Hobbit, thrashed, pressed back against him, and let out such a cacophony of noises.
Dwarves tended to be quiet, but Hobbits- or at least Bilbo never stopped. Not just groans and moans of pleasure, though they were music to Thorin's ears, but very helpful and demanding instructions. "No, higher, yes more- suck harder, yes just like that. Oh, yes I love that. Could you-"
And Thorin was perfectly content to give the Hobbit, everything he wanted. It wasn't long until Thorin felt the cunt twitch under his mouth as his mouth grounded against the pearl at the top of it. For all that Thorin stroked the cock along with it, only the cunt seemed to come.
Thorin leaned back to take a deep breath and watch a pleasure laden Bilbo on his bed, in his sheets- in his -the King chamber's of Erebor. What could be a better sight? And not just a feast for the eyes, but the taste of that wanton cunt and the smell of its juices.
"And where do you think you're going?" And Bilbo's hobbit feet were pressing at his back and dragging Thorin back. What could Thorin do but obey and lower his mouth back to it's work. "You can't possibly think I only want one. Nothing less than three shall do."
Thorin smiled at the bossy, impetuous demands. This was the kind of work he would gladly labor for hours. He returned to the work with gusto, changing his style from focusing on his tongue on the outer lips to instead suck at the clitoris and use too fingers as well as his bottom lip to treat the cunt as it wanted. To think it had traveled on this way - ridden a saddle all this way- neglected. And Thorin was very happy to oblige. Like this there seemed to be slight differences with a dwarrowomen, most notably the amount of slick. It seemed endless no matter how Thorin lapped it up greedily. "Your fingers Thorin- so thick, so good!" Bilbo was sure to tell the King as Bilbo came a second time with two knuckle deep and his mouth sucking hard at his clit.
Bilbo sighed and moaned, as he adjusted his legs, surely uncomfortable from being spread wide like this. Still, Bilbo wanted more, and so Thorin was happy to give him, this time however the instructions were- "Please, your mouth, on my cock." Most happily done. Thorin loved a cunt, loved to lap at the lips, to feel how they spread for him, to press his mouth and suck at the clit, to press his tongue into the opening, but ah a cock. And Bilbo's was such a hard, leaking mouthful. Poor thing had been neglected and was needy and ready now. Thorin would have to adjust to provide both parts of his Hobbit with all they wanted. A skill he was delighted and eager to learn.
Thorin's oral experience and talent most certainly did extend to cocks and so he was happy to suckle at the head, tongue at the frenulum, and stroke the shaft- but best of all was to be given such clear and direct instructions. Thorin had had many bed partners of all kinds, but never one so vocal and explicit in their demands- it made the pleasing of them so satisfying, direct and clear. And with this knowledge, Thorin could learn and know, he could remember for next time. Thorin had only just started to be good to Bilbo.
Thorin could tell now that Bilbo was close to coming for how he twined his fingers in Thorin's hair and pulled him, the way his words got breathless and half-shaped, the way his thighs tensed around Thorin's head. Thorin made sure to drink up every last drop as his hand stroked Bilbo's cock into coming into his mouth.
Thorin now pulled back, licking his lips again. His Hobbit was such a feast. And now so much of that pale skin marred with red. Thorin couldn't help but to run his hands over it and wonder how long Bilbo would feel the burn of his beard. Did he like it? Surely it would be gentler with a longer beard, but perhaps Bilbo would think of this time he was growing it out with pleasure at the prickle of pain-pleasure.
But Bilbo was hardly content for all that Thorin had given him three. The gentle-Hobbit was hardly going to sleep now. Instead his hands were at Thorin's trousers to get hold of what he had in his. Thorin was ready for that. He had been achingly hard for a while now. It had all been worth it to eat out Bilbo- Thorin could live between his thighs, but still. He wouldn't mind Bilbo's hands, or mouth giving him some in turn.
"Did scare me that you might have a pick axe down there, but looks very standard and function-able if... larger..."
Thorin's ego enjoyed hearing that, but he was keenly aware that he had after all just found something unexpected in Bilbo's trousers, and would not wish the shoe to be on the other foot. "Is the largeness... a problem?"
Bilbo smiled up at him and shrugged casually. "I don't know. I've never had anything that size. So there's really only one way to find out."
Right. And then Bilbo's hands were on his chest. So Thorin sat back, now sans trousers as Bilbo straddled over him. Thorin was very content to rub his hands over those lovely thighs as they situated themselves. This position would give Bilbo control, to more easily take in more- only when he was ready- it was also a gorgeous sight that made Thorin ache. Fuck, from barely a touch to his cock, and now the wet, ready lips of that cunt kissing the tip of his cock.
Thorin grunted and tried to keep it together. He wasn't going to last long for their first time, but he was hardly going to make a fool of himself either. He- he could take more. It didn't help that Bilbo seemed to be having a comfortable, pleasant time of it. Letting out a relief 'Aw' sigh as he sunk down further and further, inch by inch until he he had swallowed it all to the hilt. Thorin swallowed as he braced himself against the bed as Bilbo slowly but surely started to fuck himself up and down.
"Good?" Thorin wasn't sure if he was stating the obvious of his own feelings, or asking about Bilbo's.
"Oh, yes," Bilbo said though as he ground Thorin's cock against his sweet spots. Shit. Bilbo's sexual confidence was so hot. "Not only is this not a problem, I love it. I fear you are ruining me for anyone else."
"Good," Thorin all but growled out as he took hold of the Hobbit's hips and started to fuck into him. "Because you are mine."
Bilbo's cunt squeezed down as the Hobbit opened his eyes to look at his dwarf with great pleasure. He loved Thorin's possessiveness. No curse, no madness, would ever make him relinquish his hold on the Hobbit ever again.