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It was night, and Thorin was on watch. He had no trouble being on watch normally, not one bit, but tonight he had grown distracted. His company's hobbit had been acting differently than normal all day. Instead of light chatter, jokes and complaints about everything under the sun, he'd been downright- well Thorin didn't have an exact word for it, but he was being argumentative and teasing at the same time, and it was driving Thorin up a tree. Every order he made was questioned by Bilbo, not with a petty argument one would expect, but rather a bunch of 'why's and the muttering of challenges to Thorin's orders under his breath. If he were a lesser dwarf, he would have been tempted to smack the hobbit by this point through sheer frustration. Thorin needed Bilbo to learn some respect, but mostly he needed to take care of a certain- completely unrelated- problem that was beginning to grow painful in his pants.
Thorin took a few paces into the forest, glancing at the company one last time before disappearing far enough into the trees that he was certain to not be spotted. Quick and methodical was the plan. He needed only some relief, and this was as good a time as any. Thorin took out his dick, roughly pumping himself as he tried to think of what could get him off quickly. He couldn’t come up with much, only the vagueness of a soft body under him, and muffled moans of someone who's voice sounded vaguely familiar. Thorin didn't want to think of it too much; he wanted to get off before he got caught. His hand grew rough as he increased his speed, breathing heavy as he focused on the hazy fantasy. "What are you up to?" A sweet voice asked from behind him and the dwarf jumped, eyes snapping open.
"Shit!" Thorin cursed, desperately trying to shove his dick back in his pants.
He heard soft footsteps approaching closer. "What? embarrassed you were caught getting off?" Bilbo teased.
Thorin's face went red and he spun around with a glare. The hobbit had a sly grin plastered on his face, hands hidden behind his back as he watched the dwarf with a faux innocent expression. Thorin was not sure what to say. He was about to snap something rude about the invasion of privacy, but his mind went blank as Bilbo walked right up to him and placed a single hand on his chest. "You know… I can take care of that for you, if you'd like." Light finger traced the design of his armour.
The boldness at such a statement made heat rush south, and Thorin stared with wide eyes, swallowing. Bilbo's smile dropped a bit. "Unless you don't want that of course."
"N-no! By all means." Thorin managed to stammer out.
The hobbit wet his lips with his tongue. "Lean back against the tree then."
Thorin obeyed, his heart racing. Was the burglar really about to get him off? He had been acting oddly today. Perhaps he also needed to release some tension. Bilbo dropped to his knees, and Thorin had to resist slipping out a rather embarassing noise at the sight before him. The hobbit reached into his pants, hands a bit cool due to the night air as he grasped Thorin's dick and pulled it out, adjusting the dwarf's pants lower so everything was comfortable. "I did not expect you to do this." Thorin admitted, his voice a bit tight.
"No?" Bilbo punctuated the word with a slick press of his tongue against the head of Thorin's cock.
Thorin's breath hitched, causing the hobbit to smile mischievously. Bilbo took the very tip in his mouth, his lips providing a delicate pressure as he swiped his tongue along the slit; a teasing temptation that made Thorin red in the face, and small strangled sound escaping the dwarf’s throat. Bilbo seemed to appreciate the noises Thorin made, for he opened up further, taking the full head of the cock in his mouth.
The hobbit’s mouth encased him within a wet heat, tongue swirling and stimulating Thorin with an expertise that made him feel weak. A hand entangled in the thick auburn curls of the hobbit and a firm tug was given, silently asking for more. Bilbo hummed, sending a shiver up Thorin's spine as the subtle vibration around his dick.
Much to his dismay, the hobbit withdrew his mouth. A warm hand held the base of his cock as pale green eyes stared up at him with a lust-filled expression. "Do you want more?" Bilbo’s voice was irritatingly light.
"Yes. Mahal, do not stop." Thorin shoved the begging he felt within down, and his tone was almost a growl.
Bilbo smirked. "And what would you do if I stopped?" He slid his hand up to the very top of Thorin's cock, and the dwarf huffed out a moan.
Bilbo rubbed the very tip of him, deliberately soft and playing with the leaking pre-cum; smooth fingers dancing up and down his shaft in no particular way. Thorin's breath became shaky. The burglar was far too skilled for his own good. "I-" Thorin was lost for a reply, his mind swimming and his hand relaxing its hold.
He played with Bilbo's hair as he thought of an answer, trying to hold off a groan when Bilbo's index circled his slit in varying pressure. Unexpectantly the hobbit's eyes fluttered closed, his face flushing as he leaned towards the touch. "Do you like it when I touch your hair?" Thorin asked.
Bilbo opened his eyes, blinking. "I do." The sudden gentle note to his voice was surprising, and Thorin could not help a small smile appearing on his face.
Bilbo suddenly grabbed Thorin's dick in full, giving him a solid stroke that made his knees almost buckle. "Answer my question, Thorin."
The strong hold on the hobbit returned. "Suck me off." Thorin spoke in the most authoritative tone he could muster at the moment.
"Oh, ordering me around your majesty?" The hobbit grinned, "How predictable."
"Excuse me?" Thorin's voice was sharp and Bilbo hid his lips, trying not to smile.
So it was like that then. He had begun to suspect as much. Thorin tilted Bilbo's head back, hand still firm in the hobbit's hair. Bilbo gave a soft gasp at the dominate gesture and Thorin brushed his thumb against Bilbo's lips. "Watch your mouth." He spoke in a low warning tone.
The hobbit touched Thorin's finger with the tip of his tongue, his eyes glinting. "Make me."
Thorin smirked. He could play this game. The dwarf leaned down, lightly tapping Bilbo's face. "You better be good, or I'll have to punish you."
"How?" Came the cheeky reply.
Thorin moved ever closer, his lips ghosting over the burglar's. "I can tease too." He said quietly, moving until his breath was hot in Bilbo's ear, "I don't reward bad behaviour, Master Baggins." He softly bit his ear, earning a shiver in response, "If you want relief by my hand, you'll do as you're told and stop asking questions."
He pulled away to see Bilbo's face had turned a deep red. "W-well I think you'd have to do better than that." The hobbit huffed.
Thorin grabbed him by the arm and pulled the hobbit to his feet. In one swift movement Bilbo was roughly pressed with his back against the tree. Thorin towered over him, one hand holding his jaw, the other firm on his hip. "Do you dare think I am incapable?" The dwarf growled, sliding a hand up under Bilbo's shirt.
The hobbit's skin was soft, almost unbearably so, and Thorin had to hold himself back from rutting against him. Bilbo had to learn, and the dwarf was very keen on making sure he did. "The real question is, how far can you handle being teased?"
Thorin used his thumb to rub one of Bilbo's nipples slowly as he attached his lips to the hobbit's neck, sucking hard at the delicate skin; caring not for any evidence that would be left behind.
Bilbo let out a short noise that sounded very close to a whine. Thorin removed the hand from Bilbo's face, favouring the hobbit’s waist and pressing his body closer until he felt his dick touch the exposed skin of Bilbo's lower stomach. The hobbit was squirming now, and Thorin could hear his breathing become ragged. "Do you want more?" He mirrored the question from earlier, purposefully dropping his voice to an even deeper tone than usual.
"O-oh heavens…" Was Bilbo's reply.
Thorin sharply pulled back, holding his hands up with a toothy grin. "I'm going to stop it there if you don't want to play nice, Bilbo."
The hobbit swallowed, dropping to his knees while not breaking eye contact. Thorin took a step forward, and Bilbo immediately grasped the dwarf's cock, massaging his mouth up and down the shaft eagerly. "Good choice." Thorin breathed, closing his eyes in bliss.
Bilbo took the tip within his mouth, his tongue pressed firm against the underside as he slowly slid down on the length. He sucked hard against it, keen to fit as much as possible, his tongue stroking Thorin's cock all the while and earning a moan. "Aren't you being greedy?" Thorin's hands found the hobbit's hair again.
Bilbo hummed in reply, moving against the shaft in a steady rhythm as the dick twitched against his tongue. Oh how wonderful the hobbit's skilled mouth felt around Thorin’s cock, and if he could guarantee not being caught, he would take Bilbo right here and now. The hobbit pulled himself off to breathe, panting as he stroked the dwarven king with a firm hand. Thorin groaned, thrusting into it. "Mahal- I'm going to come." Bilbo licked his cock from base to tip, sucking on the slit.
Thorin let out a shaky gasp as the hobbit took him in his mouth again, pumping his shaft as he rolled his tongue against the sensitive head. “Binikhgis.” The dwarven king's moan caught in his throat as he tensed up.
Despite not knowing what he meant, the sudden hot liquid spilling out on the back of his tongue was enough of an indicator, and the hobbit obediently swallowed it without complaint. Bilbo lapped at his length hungrily, cleaning Thorin while stimulating him further.
Thorin groaned, wanting to stay within the achingly pleasurable warmth, but he was spent, and it was beginning to be painfully sensitive.
"My turn." Bilbo said, licking his lips after Thorin withdrew.
The dwarf took a second to regain his composure and fix his clothes before sitting down, pulling Bilbo onto his lap. The hobbit straddled him without complaint. "How do you want it, Master Baggins? Do you want me to use my hand," Thorin reached into the hobbit's trousers and palmed him, leaning close so his warm breath could be felt, "Or my mouth?"
"Oh sweet Yavanna…" Bilbo breathed, and Thorin felt his dick twitch in his hand.
Pleased, the dwarven king stroked the hobbit achingly slow, causing him to shiver. "How long have you wanted me to touch you?"
"Tonight or in general?" Bilbo said.
"Stop being cheeky." Thorin pumped him faster, and the bratty resolve crumpled immediately with a gasp, "Do I have to reign in your attitude with pleasure?"
Thorin kissed Bilbo's neck, his teeth grazing teasingly light, soothing any pressured marks with his tongue. He pulled his face away to observe the hobbit relishing in his touch. Bilbo’s skin was fair and soft, hot with the blush that flushed his cheeks, his auburn hair having become loose and tangled by the night so far. Thorin cared not about the implication as he claimed Bilbo’s mouth with his own, the previous unbridled lust becoming passion.
Bilbo softly moaned against his lips, breath stolen away and Thorin's hand slowed to a stop. For a prolonged moment all that mattered was the hobbit pressing into the kiss further, forcing Thorin to lean back. Thorin parted from it for only a second so he could adjust the angle, earninf a hum in response. Bilbo's hands met Thorin's jaw, fingers running in his beard as he brushed their lips together with an eagerness. Thorin found his breathing grow ever more uneven; all previous grievances with Bilbo were forgotten as he laid a hand against his lower back and pulled the hobbit closer to his chest, his other hand starting to move again.
Bilbo did not seem to expect this because he sharply gasped, breaking the kiss. Thorin reattached their lips immediately, his hand working firm as he stroked the hobbit's dick.
Bilbo kept making these soft, short noises against his lips. The best sounds Thorin had ever heard from him. "Ah-!" Bilbo pulled away, resting their foreheads together.
Thorin kissed his cheek, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're doing ever so good."
Bilbo's breathing had become ragged, and Thorin's thumb rubbed his slit, smearing the head of his dick with pre-cum. He increased the speed of his hand sliding against the hobbit, causing Bilbo to downright squeak in response. He was now rocking in Thorin's lap, his arms wrapped around the dwarf's neck, and a heartbeat later he buried his face against Thorin's shoulder, tensing up as he came.
Bilbo shook heavily, trying to prevent louder than a muffled noise from escaping. Thorin did not slow his hand, enjoying the sounds escaping the hobbit's lips. "Ah! Thorin- please-! I-!" Bilbo's voice came across as a whine, his arms tightening.
Thorin released his hand, allowing Bilbo to rest against him and catch his breath as long as needed. "Are you alright, Master Baggins?" He gently teased.
Bilbo briefly kissed Thorin again before he sat back. "Y-yes." He said with a pant, "I think I earned you calling me by my first name now."
Thorin agreed, leaning forward and pecking the corner of Bilbo's mouth. "I may still use your last name on occasion however."
"Oh! Here." Bilbo reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, wiping Thorin's hand clean.
"Next time I'll return the favor you did for me." Thorin promised.
"Oh..next time? That sounds lovely." A grin spread across the hobbit's face.
Thorin smiled as well, warmth spreading in his chest. He leaned forward, tenderly kissing Bilbo yet again. "We should head back before someone notices we're missing." Thorin said.
"Probably." Bilbo looked towards the camp.
"...Are you going to get off me?" Thorin asked with a hint of amusement as Bilbo adjusted on his lap.
"Make me."