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Bilbo heard groaning as he opened the door to their room.
“Having fun with work?” Bilbo asked as he entered.
Thorin didn’t respond. Instead, he continued to shuffle through the seemingly endless stacks of papers on his desk.
Bilbo knew he was stressed out. I mean, who wouldn’t be with the responsibility of being a king on your shoulders?
Being the king’s consort, Bilbo had a good amount of things to attend to himself, but not nearly as much as Thorin. Bilbo was able to get all his chores done by the end of the day, but Thorin still had piles of things to go through and sign.
He hated sleeping alone at night as his poor husband scanned through the papers that seemed to get more attention from Thorin then him these days.
He shivered at the thought of the cold Thorin-less sheets he had to sleep in every night.
Bilbo slowly made his way over to Thorin, who was scribbling his name on a paper.
“Rough day?” He inquired. The dwarf hummed in response, clearly trying to avoid conversation. Which was okay, because there were no words needed as the hobbit slowly removed fabric off his husband’s shoulder.
He bent over, kissing the where the cloth was no more. He worked his way up, feeling Thorin’s hot skin beneath his tongue as he moved.
Moans of appreciation were let out as he sucked on his dwarf’s skin. After a minute of this, Thorin wrapped his hands around Bilbo’s waist, picking him up and setting him on his lap.
Bilbo ran his tongue along the king’s neck, releasing a sharp inhale from Thorin.
“Stop.” Thorin suddenly snapped. Bilbo instinctually pulled back.
“I…can’t.” He said. “I have to finish work.”
Bilbo looked at him in confusion. His words did not match his body. In between his legs harbored the king’s true desires.
“Why are you denying yourself pleasure?” Bilbo inquired.
Thorin let out a long sigh as he closed his eyes. “You, my hobbit, are a distraction.” His hands traced circles into Bilbo’s shoulder before removing him from his lap.
Bilbo’s vision blurred as tears filled his eyes. Thorin noticed immediately and in turn cupped his hands around Bilbo’s face. “Oh Bilbo- I’m sorry. Did I upset you?”
The hobbit shook his head. “No, it’s… it’s not that.” He felt ashamed saying this out loud, but he had to tell him one way or another.
“I’m worried. About you. Everyday I see you overworking yourself, and every night I sleep alone knowing you’re here, at your desk, filling out paperwork. I just-“
a hot tear ran down his cheek.
“I don’t know why you deny yourself time with me.”
Right then, Thorin wrapped his arms around the hobbit, pulling him in for a tight embrace. “I’m so sorry, amràlime. I…I had no idea you felt this way.”
His arms pushed Bilbo back to look him in the face. “I promise i’ll cut down on the paperwork.” He said. “…But that means you’ll have to help me.”
“Fine, you big dope.” Bilbo sniffed.
Thorin kissed his consort on the temple before whispering, “I’ll have to make sure you’re busy all night, though.”
Bilbo’s cheeks flushed red as he struggled to find words.
“Love you too.” The dwarf said before closing the gap between them.
Bilbo’s legs wrapped round his waist as he carried him to the bed, while Thorin’s hands practically shoved him onto the mattress as the two parted for air.
Panting, Bilbo fiddled with the front part of Thorin’s tunic, trying to unfasten it. He eventually succeeded and slid it off with the rest of his coat. He moaned at the sight.
He’d seen his husband’s chest hundreds of times before, but he was always excited to run his fingers up and down the dwarf’s beautiful frame.
Thorin bent over, pushing Bilbo further onto the bed as he kissed his neck. The hobbit wrapped his arms around his too as he did so.
Suddenly, Thorin bit down hard, causing Bilbo to wince in pain as he dug his nails into the king’s back enough to break skin. “Sorry, love.” Thorin said as he breathed on his neck.
“It’s alright.” Bilbo replied, panting. “I’m the one who dug my nails into you.” Bilbo said ashamedly as Thorin lifted him up.
“I’ve seen worse.” He mumbled, pulling the hobbit’s shirt over his head.
He sat there for a moment, staring.
“What’re you looking at?” Bilbo asked.
“My beautiful husband.” Thorin replied, wrapping his hands around Bilbo’s body. The hobbit huffed in response, resulting in a defiant look from Thorin.
“Oh no, Thorin, please don’t-“ before he could finish, the dwarf quickly took Bilbo’s hands in his, and pushed him back as he thrusted forward.
“Ah Thorin- mmf!” He crashed his lips against the hobbit’s, silencing him.
His hips bobbed up and down, resulting in a moan from Bilbo, which was quickly stifled as he deepened the kiss.
As they parted for air, Bilbo quickly undid Thorin’s jeans. Panting, the king lifted his hips so Bilbo could slip off the rough cloth. That too, disappeared somewhere on the floor.
Thorin did the same for him and immediately felt Bilbo’s hand down his shaft. He desperately tried to hold in his moans as the hobbit caressed him.
He leaned down to steal a kiss from Bilbo before slipping his breeches off. He found himself once again staring at his hobbit.
“You’re gorgeous.” Thorin said, staring in awe at the sight before him.
He watched as his hobbit turned a shade of bright red as he stammered, “T-thank you. You’re- not too bad yourself.”
Thorin chuckled as he removed the rest of his own undergarments. “‘Not too bad?’ Man, I know i’m not much to look at, but ouch.” Thorin said.
Bilbo playfully smacked him in the head. “How many times do I have to let you fuck me for you to know how sexy you are?”
“Depends.” Thorin smirked. “How much can you take?”
“How much can you give?” Bilbo snidely remarked. Thorin took this as a challenge, grabbing Bilbo’s length, releasing a moan from him.
They kissed as Thorin stroked him. “As much..as physically..possible.” Thorin said between breaths.
“Then fuck me already.” Bilbo demanded.
“Please.”
And with that, Thorin grabbed the oil bottle that sat on his nightstand, and popped off the cork with his teeth.
He took a generous amount and applied it to himself and his hobbit’s. He lifted his hips, then hesitated.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stretch you out first? …I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Thorin, you’re sweet..but I want you. Inside of me. To rut deep in me. Please.” Bilbo said, not caring that he sounded needy.
Thorin kissed his hobbit one last time before pushing his length into him.
Bilbo dug his hands into the sheets, unashamedly moaning as Thorin thrust deep inside him.
“I told you I didn’t want to hurt you.” Thorin exhaled.
“It’s totally worth it.” Bilbo remarked as he held onto him as Thorin slowed to a kind of rocking movement that released moans from the smaller man beneath him.
It didn’t take long for them to both come to their limits, and when they did, the hobbit reached down and let his fingers spread onto the milky white substance that spurted onto his husband’s stomach.
He then brought his fingers up to Thorin and offered him his finger, to which he gladly obliged.
He grabbed the hobbit’s hand and licked every last drop off of him like the last bites of a tasty meal.
“Hungry?” Bilbo remarked, chuckling.
“Starving.” Thorin responded, sucking on his consort’s fingers.
“Eat up.” He responded, spreading his legs wider.
Thorin slowly removed where they were once connected and began sucking on Bilbo’s most private area. He spread his legs wider, bringing the hobbit’s legs over his shoulders.
Bilbo thought he had seen all of his husband, but when Thorin looked up at him then, he saw something he’d never seen in him before.
It definitely added to the heat, and was part to blame for his second orgasm. Thorin swallowed it, although some remains still drip from his mouth.
“I wasn’t expecting that.” He chuckled as he wiped semen off of his lips.
“What, the second one?” Bilbo asked, slowly sinking into the sheets.
“Yeah.” The dwarf replied.
“We should clean up.” Said Bilbo.
“I’ll get us some towels.”
Thorin gave a light kiss to his hobbit’s lips before sitting up, and getting off the bed to fetch something to clean this up.
When he came back a minute later, he realized his hobbit had closed his eyes.
“Are you tired, amràlime?”
“Don’t call me that again unless you want to spend the rest of the night fucking me.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t object.” Thorin replied, wiping the remains off his love.
“I know, but i’m spent.”
He pulled his hobbit up and slipped on some pants for both of them. The king pulled the covers over him and Bilbo, cuddling him underneath.
“I love you.” Bilbo said, kissing the top of Thorin’s head.
“I love you too, amrà- sorry, uh-“ Thorin replied.
“Don’t be sorry for being hot.” the hobbit squeaked.
“I am sorry for giving my work more attention than you.” Thorin said, rubbing Bilbo’s back. “I’ll have to treat you like paperwork more often.”
“What?”
“Fold, crumple, and finally…stamp you.”
“…That was a horrible analogy.” Bilbo giggled.
“Well, if it got you to laugh then it worked.”
“I guess so.” The hobbit smiled, before kissing Thorin one last time as he drifted off into slumber.