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The philologist was left working late, a particularly enthralling manuscript of a particularly romantic love letter from a young royal from the XIV century. He was dramatically draped on top of his table, for his own chair had gotten way- too uncomfortable hours prior, as the words exited his mouth in pristine ancient english.
“With affectionate ardor and unceasing desire, I, in God’s name, to my utterly affectionate and dearest, my mellow and much-desired amour.”
Thorin had been waiting for him for hours now, and the labradorite did not seem so fun to liquidate anymore, as he grew tired, he picked up his bag and made his way into the library session. Where his love’s soft voice seemed to echo, almost hauntingly.
“I send you in this letter greetings for as much joy as is contained within the fullness of our hearts, greetings which walk amidst the clouds and which the Sun and his Moon bring to you. When I lay me down for bed, you’re always on my mind; and when I close my eyes and sleep, it’s you in dreams I find.”
His heart swelled in his chest, he had never heard Bilbo recite anything before, he didn’t even know that is something someone can specifically enjoy. Carefully he made his way to the hallway of his Love’s office, his pulse hammering in his veins.
“Be well in the day, sleep sweetly at night; and always keep your boyfriend in mind, and do not forget him, for I do not forget you. Come up with a clever way, and I’ll one more acquire, through what kind of trickery we’ll fulfill our desire.”
He stood by the door now, and an amused smile graced his lips as he watched the small form draped on top of his desk, his bag as a pillow, pipe hanging from his mouth and shoes haphazardly tossed on the other side of the room. Which likely they were, for the man hated having to wear shoes, he found it. He held the copied paper above his own face, a dim orange light on the corner was the only source of light.
“May He who reigns in Heaven and oversees the whole world lead you into my arms before I die.”
Bilbo finished with a flourish, twirling the mouthpiece of his long pipe in a circling motion. A moan of satisfaction exited his mouth.
“Bloody lovers with shitty handwriting, romantic bastards.” The chuckle that escaped Thorin’s mouth gave away his presence in the shadow of the door, the auburn-haired man clearly spooked as he turned. His eyes softened as a blush as dark as red agate flourished on his cheeks. “You heard that?”
Thorin did not answer, but he approached the table as his Love sat himself straight, each hand grabbing a side of his tights.
“You made it sound a lot more interesting than it actually is, my poet.” His lips quickly captured Bilbo’s, who was eager for his reward for finishing his work. His hands were fast to reach for the hem of Thorin’s shirt, nimble writer’s fingers hiding beneath the soft cotton and grasping at his lover’s skin.
The small man felt shivers run through his heart’s body, his nails digging deep into his back as he held back moans, large hands grasping his tights as his neck was voraciously attacked with bites. He arched back as Thorin marked him as far as his sweater allowed, his beard tickled and warmed him even further. Bilbo pulled his boyfriend against him, at the very edge of the table making his waist friction against the taller’s erection. Thorin’s reaction was to tackle the sweater away, tossing it straight into the dying plant in the corner of the office. Bilbo’s skin was still covered by an old band t-shirt, he thought he would get away with using it to work, for on the chilled days kept his pullovers all the time, and yet there he was.
“Fuck…” Thorin mouthed, pressing himself harder against him.
Bilbo started unbuttoning the man’s shirt, licking and kissing the skin as he made his way down, shifting and pushing his boyfriend against the table as he got to his knees. Thorin watched as the man unfastened his pants with his teeth, hands clutching on the back of his tights, he placed his hand tucked on the man’s curls. His cock strained as Bilbo tugged his black boxers down, delicately licking and kissing the tip before wrapping his warm wet mouth around it. Thorin’s other hand gripped the desk like a handrail on a rollercoaster, he muttered blessings, curses, and nonsense as the younger man bobbed his head up and down, a strong hand gripping his hair with strength enough to send shivers down his spine.
With urgency he obliged the man to get up by his hair, a loud moan escaping his lips as Thorin tugged him up. His hands fast against the other’s pants, the soft tweed material gliding quickly against his skin as Bilbo scrambled for his bag behind the desk. His hand reappeared clutched to a little lube vial hidden on the small pocket of his messenger bag.
“There is no way you have that.” Thorin chuckled against his hair and took the vial from his lover’s hands.
“I'd rather be prepared,” Bilbo answered, tiptoeing to reach his neck and kiss it unceremoniously.
“I never wanted to rail you on this desk so bad.” With a quick moment, he gripped Bilbo’s both wrists and turned them, pinning him on the desk with his ass upright and his feet tiptoeing on the carpeted floor. “You look so pretty when you are helpless.”
Soaking his fingers quite generously on the slick, he penetrated one finger and his cock pulsated at the soft whimpers leaving his lover’s mouth. He wanted to fuck him dumb on this desk, to have him edged begging for his cock, as the second finger slid inside the entrance was soft and relaxed against his fingers. He fucked the smaller man with his fingers, despite the barely understandable moans and cries leaving his mouth. When he deemed his lover ready, he moved to stand right behind him, his cock pulsating as he looked at the dripping whole begging for him, Bilbo pushed himself back against him begging and squirming. Thorin’s hands grabbed his wrists and twisted them against his back, holding them like a handle as he penetrated his cock into his man.
“You look so pretty when you beg for me, did you know that?” He said leaning down on Bilbo’s back and grabbing his throat, before leaning back and slowly teasing the whimpering bottom.
When the man started pushing himself back on him he held the wrists tight and started fucking him properly, the desk creaking miserably under their mess. His hips hit Bilbo’s ass with a loud flesh sound, the man’s poorly concealed moans had been shifted into full-blown mewls of pleasure, as Thorin himself growled and moaned carelessly. The little clock on the desk bit by bit was moved to the edge of the table and clattered to the floor, the noise almost unreadable against the joined chorus of pleasured sobs, the desk was moved at least three palms, the marks on the carpet from the dragging. At some point, Thorin’s free hand started teasing Bilbo’s cock, his large hand wrapping around the dripping pink head as the men squirmed beneath his touch.
With barely a warning the smaller man came undone in his hands, heavy pants shaking his frame. Thorin felt his ass tight in the most delicious way against his hard cock, as the man slumped beneath him, the desk’s feet broke soundly, making the whole thing collapse on the floor, but forbid his Bilbo fell too, the man held his waist in both hands. An indignant squeak left his mouth, but before the man could fret over the broken wooden box in his office, the two firm hands gripped his waist.
“We will fix this later, I'm nowhere close to being done with you.” Thorin turned him around and gripped his tights, lifting him from off the floor and pressing him against the cold marble wall, where he returned to fucking him until he forgot about the broken furniture.
His hands were leaving red prints against Bilbo’s soft skin, as the man unravelled in senseless moaning. His hands were gripping Thorin’s shoulder’s as if his life depended on it, the man’s large cock bobbed up and down on his sweet spot, and stars were starting to form in his view when Thorin’s breathing became more erratic.
“Please fill me up like I'm your bitch.” He managed to say, and a raspy chuckle was followed by the low growling voice.
“Not like my bitch, you belong to me, you are my bitch.” His eyes were dark as they met Bilbo’s, a shiver ran down his spine at Thorin’s tone.
He fucked Bilbo mercilessly against the wall, the man’s nail’s digging against the flash of his back. Thorin came inside him and he could feel the liquid filling him up in the most satisfying way, his cock went all the way in and he shifted his grasp. Holding Bilbo with one arm and placing his palm against the wall while he panted for air.
Slowly he removed himself from Bilbo, kissing his soft curls and forehead ad he put him down. Thorin watched as he opened one of his desk drawers and fetch a box of wet tissues, he chuckled.
“You are unbelievable.” His hand reached for the box as he cleaned his boyfriend devotedly before cleaning himself.
When they were dressed and minimally presentable, filled with lovebites and their clothes sweaty and crumpled, Bilbo was snuggled on his lap as they sat on the chair. Both stared at the table as if it would fix itself.
“So, what are we telling Gandalf?” Bilbo said as he munched on a chocolate bar, Thorin had taken to carrying them around for him.
“That it broke spontaneously.” He answered quite decisively.
Eventually, they decided to remove the broken feet and place the desk where it had been before their dragging. No one would notice it, would they? If you ever looked at the top of Bilbo’s mantelpiece, in his study at home, you could spot four little wood pieces, that definitely did not come from the museum.