Here's a pairing I've always wanted to try. Just a one-shot for now. It may become more, but for now the itch has been satisfied. Enjoy :3
-Tiny Finch
The Humble Heart
Thorin Oakenshield had come upon him quietly, catching him off guard. Bilbo felt his ego deflate, grimacing at the fluttering in his stomach. He had often prided himself on his keen senses. He was, after all, a Baggins. Yet, the surprisingly soft-footed dwarf had slipped into the room, the door closing with a dull thud. The sound barely reverberated though the quiet of the early morning. Bilbo noted the gray light of dawn filtering in through the window's shutter. One of Beorn's ponies whinnied out in the courtyard. It was morning, yes, but far too early for the rest of the company to be up and about. The dwarves had drunken their fill last night. They had, in fact, only just retired a few hours prior.
Well, except one.
Feign sleep, Bilbo.
A floorboard creaked. He felt his ear twitch at the soft clink of Thorin's belt. Trying to keep his breaths quiet and even, Bilbo screwed his eyes shut, thankful that his back had been towards the door. What to do? He could not sort out his feelings for… whatever it was he and the dwarf had going on. Bilbo hesitated to even call it a relationship. As an eager fauntling, he had heard rumors of the sorts of dalliances that occurred when adventurers were far away from the comforts of home and womenfolk. It was the sort of thing some of the elders would murmur to each other under their breaths, shooting a dirty look toward any travelers that chanced to make their way through the Green Dragon. As an adult, Bilbo could not deny that something carnal had stirred within him the moment Thorin came through his door. It had changed the course of his life.
In hindsight, however, he was unsure indulging in it had been wise. Now he was here, in a straw bed so very far away from Bag End- from home. Bilbo felt the shifting weight of his pallet and was reminded for the hundredth time that he was horribly, pitifully, out of his depth. His breath came out in a shuddering gasp, rough hands slid up under his shirt as the dwarf sidled up behind him. Feigning sleep was now impossible. Thorin's breath was hot against his ear, rumbling deep down in his chest. He breathed in the scent of Bilbo's hair, slowly grinding against his smaller companion. Bilbo shook at the sensation of Thorin's need pressing against him, white-hot excitement kicked into life.
He began to feel his own arousal rise.
"Wait… Thorin," his voice came out small and weak.
The dwarf merely grunted in response, hungrily pulling at Bilbo's trousers. Frustration rose up in his chest. It was always like this. The dwarf was stubborn… impatient. Thorin was used to being obeyed blindly and Bilbo's opinion regarding their situation, at times, seemed to matter little.
"Just, n-no. Stop!" Bilbo began to fight Thorin's arms, twisting in his grasp to push at the burly, bare chest. The sound of his shirt tearing added fuel to his fight. Curse it all… his shirt- his only shirt.
"Damn it, you insufferable fool! Listen to me!"
Thorin stilled then, hands gripped firmly around his much thinner arms. Bilbo swallowed, taking in the sight before him. The King-In-Exile was completely in the nude, the blankets having fallen to his hips in their struggle. This was… new. The times they'd come together were hurried and painful, clothing shoved hastily out of the way. Each encounter had left Bilbo feeling whip-lashed. It was the kind of pain that spiked into a pleasure he had never before experienced, leaving him wrecked and confused. Thorin's appetite was insatiable, and each time the dwarf had sought pleasure from the hobbit's lithe form was a lesson in endurance. This was a part of Bilbo that he had never really allowed himself to explore. That is, until Thorin had set his starving eyes upon him.
Bilbo's protest faded on his lips, cheeks aflame as he took in the spectacle. He had seen all the dwarves in various forms of undress over the past months. It was inevitable… but to have him so close and bare brought Bilbo into a sphere of intimacy that left him at a loss. Long years of travel and battle had left Thorin lean and compact. Strong muscles sculpted his chest, diving down into defined abs. His dark hair spread across his chest in an attractive patch and then trailed down… and down. He closed his eyes, attempting to gain composure in spite of his own erection now straining against the thin fabric of his breeches.
"Bilbo," Thorin's voice rumbled through his entire body. Flustered, he opened one eye, meeting Thorin's hard, smoldering gaze. "You would refuse me?"
"I-no. It's just-aah!" Bilbo cried out. Thorin palmed him through the fabric, gripping his member in his large hand. Hard.
"Am I the fool here?" Thorin stroked him with each word. Bilbo hissed at the contact, squirming under Thorin's unflinching gaze. "You contradict yourself, Master Burglar."
He felt himself caving into the touch, balling his fists against Thorin's chest. Despite himself, he couldn't stop his hips from thrusting up into the warmth of his hand. Bilbo bit his lip, still trying to fight. It was different, this situation. He didn't know how to react. A moan came up unbidden. Bilbo arched his back, panting heavily. Thorin stilled his hand.
"Ah! W-wha? Mmm!"
Thorin then softly trailed the pad of his index finger up along the base, slowly working his way up to the tip.
" You have every right to refuse. I won't force you, but…" Thorin murmured softly, turning his eyes down towards where his hand was working its way over the hem of travel worn trousers. "We finally have the time to do this proper."
He pulled at the ties, releasing the straining flesh. Bilbo almost cried in sheer relief as cool air met his skin.
"You're being… strange," Bilbo whimpered, flinching as Thorin trailed his thumb along the tip.
"Strange?" Thorin suddenly gripped the back of Bilbo's neck, pulling him close. "Was secretly rutting like animals against a tree in the dead of night, like perverse fiends, not strange? Here I am, offering you an opportunity to change this."
Expression softening, Thorin released his grip and gently took Bilbo's trembling hand, guiding him down until his fingers met hard arousal. Bilbo was entranced, completely overcome by the double assault of Thorin's firm flesh and piercing eyes. This was pure and straight seduction Thorin was playing at. Bilbo had experience with the rough and demanding dwarf. It was a game of submission. However, this new creature before him was almost gentle, coaxing. Bilbo wasn't sure what had brought this change on, but he now decided that he was immensely grateful.
"Bilbo," Thorin spoke, eagerly pulsing beneath Bilbo's fingers. "Your answer?"
"I…" Bilbo swallowed nervously, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.
He finally dared to look down at Thorin's cock. Its girth was massive in his small hand. In a quick flash of panic, Bilbo momentarily forgot that it would, in fact, fit. Thorin guided Bilbo's hand as he watched with wide eyes. Together they pumped along the shaft. Now that he had the opportunity, Bilbo marveled at how hard and yet soft the skin could be; how the veins throbbed with each gentle stroke of his hand. Could he end this now? Did he really want to? Heat pulled dangerously low into his stomach. Over the past few days Bilbo had been seriously weighing if he should rebuff Thorin's next advance. But now… this was an offer Bilbo found far too tempting.
With a shuddering breath, he pulled away. Thorin let him, fingers trailing along his skin as Bilbo sat. Thorin tensed and, with a start, Bilbo realized that the proud and tough king was bracing himself for rejection. It took effort to keep a smile from his face.
This is… ha… I guess Thorin is surprisingly cute.
Silently, Bilbo pulled his damaged shirt up and off, letting the fabric fall over the edge of the bed with a soft rustle. Sheepishly, Bilbo hugged his chest as gooseflesh rose up along his arms. Averting his eyes, he cursed the deep blush that spread from his cheeks all the way up to the tips of his ears. Since when did he act like such a demure little virgin?
"Bilbo."
Thorin was up and by his side, his body heat radiating into him. Suddenly his lips were upon him, taking his mouth into a deep, heavy kiss. Thorin cradled his face, sucking hungrily on his bottom lip. Breathless, Bilbo allowed it, opening his mouth and allowing Thorin deeper access. Their breath mingled and tongue gently caressed tongue, tracing over soft lips; tasting each other. Swept up, Bilbo wrapped his arms around Thorin's neck, noting with pleasure the firm muscle lining his shoulders.
Thorin pulled him down onto his waiting lap. They were now flush against each other, slowly grinding into a rhythm both ancient and primal. Bilbo felt the warm smear of pre-cum against his navel… his or Thorin's? He wasn't sure. Suddenly, catching Bilbo off guard, Thorin grasped his buttocks, kneading and fisting the fabric of his trousers with strong fingers.
With a rough yank, he pulled them down to expose soft, pale skin.
" Oh!" Bilbo gasped into Thorin's mouth. "B-bastard… ah!"
His eyes flashing, Thorin gripped Bilbo by the jaw and forced the pad of his thumb against his tongue, effectively silencing him.
"You have a surprisingly dirty tongue… and you made such a big deal out of being a proper little hobbit. Take care or I will make you pay for each and every insult you throw at me."
As he spoke, Thorin pressed his thumb in farther. Bilbo felt his gag reflex tighten at the back of his throat, saliva flooding his mouth. He was so aroused he could barely stand it. Thorin, always with the upper hand, was reducing him to a trembling mess. This was all too much. He could feel himself being pulled completely under.
Two could play at this.
Emboldened, Bilbo closed his mouth around the digit, sucking lightly.
The sound of Thorin's surprised intake of breath was one of the most delicious things to ever grace Bilbo's ears. Had he not been so intent on the sensation of Thorin's skin against his tongue, Bilbo would have smirked. But… perhaps that would have been provoking the beast too much.
He tasted like salt and iron.
With an almost animalistic growl, Thorin threw them both back onto the bed. There, with Bilbo pinned beneath him, Thorin made quick work of the remaining garment that separated their bare flesh. He released a shuddering breath in satisfaction as he took in Bilbo's naked form. The morning sun had now filled the room completely, illuminating the contours of their bodies. Bilbo was no longer a youthful hobbit just out of his tweens, but middle age had come upon him gently and his skin was still soft and fresh. Like most hobbits, he had never been able to grow a beard and most of his body hair had remained blonde and sparse. He was acutely aware that in comparison to the rugged dwarves around him, he was practically as fair as a maiden.
Bilbo closed his eyes because he knew what was coming next. Despite the pleasure coursing through his veins, the memories of their past coupling left him with a sense of apprehension. He didn't want the pain to spoil the sensation of Thorin tracing the smooth planes of his chest with rough, travel-hardened hands, his fingers gently brushing against Bilbo's thighs.
"So smooth… like milk," Thorin whispered, entranced by the way his fingers sank softly into Bilbo's thigh.
Bilbo wanted retort, to tell Thorin that he didn't need such silly, embarrassing sweet nothings whispered to him. However, at the white-hot sensation of Thorin's mouth suddenly encasing him in sweet pressure, all thoughts fled Bilbo's mind. His eyes flew open and, in disbelief, watched as Thorin's head bobbed up and down. It wasn't his first time having such an act performed on him, but to have Thorin administering such sweet attentions left him... Bilbo was so absorbed in the feeling of tongue and lips that he barely noticed fingers prodding his entrance. He stiffened, fear washing down his spine.
"Let me," Thorin paused to say, his mouth popping off of Bilbo.
It made such a wet, obscene sound. Bilbo's cock twitched, leaking in excitement. Begging. The whole sight was just too much. Suddenly embarrassed beyond belief, he threw an arm over his face before nodding his consent. Thorin returned to his work with vigor, taking him completely in his mouth. A finger slick with saliva gently probed, circling the tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance to Bilbo's body. Then, softly, Thorin eased the digit in, coaxing him open.
Bilbo hissed, biting at his knuckles. The sheer intensity of the sensation hurt, swaying on a tightrope between discomfort and elation. Had Thorin been too eager, like in the past, it would have careened down into pain and blood, but not this time. Bilbo felt the corners of his eyes itch, watering. Allowing Thorin to open him like this left him so vulnerable, exposed. It was frightening… and exhilarating. Bilbo arched his back as Thorin gently sucked at the base of his cock, using his tongue to distract Bilbo enough to allow a second finger in. Bilbo grasped desperately at Thorin's hair, realizing that, with each slow thrust, he was quickly coming towards orgasm.
"Ah-I'm gonna… Thorin!" Bilbo cried out, at a loss.
Thorin had stopped right at the cusp, leaving Bilbo panting and writhing on the bed. Heated and sweating, Bilbo could only look up at him and watch as Thorin reached over the side of the bed, searching for something in the discarded pile of clothing. It was a small jar. Bilbo swallowed, suddenly understanding as Thorin dipped his fingers in, using the oil to coat himself.
Their eyes met and Bilbo felt his heart leap.
"Spread your legs for me," Thorin ordered, eyes primal.
There was still a bit of fight in him, so Bilbo smiled sweetly.
"Say 'Please'."
With that, the dwarf smirked. He looked positively wicked. Bilbo was barely able to brace himself in time. Thorin devoured him, possessively taking his mouth in a wet, sloppy kiss as he pulled Bilbo's legs up, spreading him. Bilbo threw himself into the kiss, hoping to distract himself from the hardness nudging him open. It was impossible, Bilbo cried out in alarm as Thorin forced his way in, filling and stretching. His eyes now wet, Bilbo bit at the strong shoulders, digging his fingernails into Thorin's arms.
"H-hurts," Bilbo gasped.
Thorin shushed him, warm lips kissing at his moist eyes before taking him into a soft, deep kiss. Thorin stilled his hips, allowing Bilbo time to adjust to the girth now inside of him. After a pause, he gently rocked, hitting a spot deep inside that sent stars before Bilbo's eyes. Thorin swallowed all of Bilbo's cries, hungrily taking his lips again and again. The pace of everything began to blur, becoming frantic as Thorin's speed increased. The sound of skin meeting skin, slick with sweat, pushed them into a heady trance. The pain had numbed away, leaving only the intense pleasure that was building, pushing him closer and closer to release.
Thorin's jagged breathing told him that he was close, and the thought of Thorin releasing deep inside of him pushed Bilbo over the edge. He came with a sob, spilling over their abdomens in thick, slippery spurts. The smell of his own seed filled his nose and he shuddered uncontrollably, at the mercy of Thorin's now frenzied thrusts. He could barely breathe from it all. Thorin suddenly came to a halt, wracked with spasms, and Bilbo clung to him, face buried deep into the crook of his neck. Thorin slowly emptied himself, grunting and cursing softly into Bilbo's curls.
They came floating down, breathing heavily as they sluggishly pulled their limbs apart. The sound of morning filled the void left by their finished coupling. Sparrows chirped merrily outside, the sound of wings fluttering, cutting through the air. Completely spent, Bilbo simply collapsed onto his side, head resting on Thorin's shoulder. He absentmindedly listened to the sounds of birds and life outside the window. A breeze slipped in under the window shutter, tickling his sweaty skin.
"Bilbo," Thorin said quietly, brushing damp curls away from Bilbo's temple. He pressed a soft kiss there, breathing in the scent of him.
Bilbo felt confused. He had to admit, despite all of their travels, Bilbo knew very little about Thorin. When they had first come together, it had been rough, clumsy. He hadn't been surprised because that had seemed to be Thorin's way about things. He was as proud and hard as steel, a man that stood by his comrades and countrymen but still took what he wanted. Bilbo had begun to suspect that he was simply one of the spoils of Thorin's power. He would be lying if he said he was okay with that. Thorin was intoxicating and every time he had reached for Bilbo, it had sparked excitement and arousal. But, despite all of that, Bilbo had enough self-respect to rankle at the notion of simply being used. Enough so that he had considered ending it.
Now, however, he wasn't sure how to proceed. This hadn't just been physical. It was almost as if they had come together this time as lovers. Bilbo blushed scarlet at the thought and abruptly sat, covering his face with a hand.
"Hmm?" Thorin hummed, opening one drowsy eye.
Thorin ran his hand up his back, tracing the dewy skin that covered Bilbo's spine.
"What's going on? I don't understand," Bilbo said quietly, trying to keep the tremble out of his voice. He could feel Thorin's seed ooze out of him with each movement. He felt dirty.
"Oh? I thought it was pretty self explanatory," Thorin said, staying where he was, looking up at him with a playful smile.
"Well, then, humor me. Please," Bilbo said, barely able to look at that seductive face. "It was one thing when I was simply your stand in…whore… but this is jus-."
"Bilbo."
Thorin quickly came to attention, his voice losing its playful edge. He pulled Bilbo towards him, cupping his small chin in his hand, forcing his face up and towards his own. Bilbo stubbornly looked off to the side, feeling completely deflated.
"Bilbo, look at me. Now," Thorin commanded, tracing a thumb over Bilbo's bottom lip. "… Look at me."
There was a note of alarm in Thorin's voice and it struck at something in Bilbo. It was vulnerable. Gritting his teeth, giving in, Bilbo turned his eyes up into Thorin's gaze. Bilbo started in surprise. Thorin's expression was one of hurt.
"You are many things, Bilbo Baggins, but you are no whore. What would cause you to think of such a thing?" Thorin demanded, firmly gripping Bilbo's shoulder with his free hand.
Bilbo gaped, thoroughly lost. Was this selective memory? Was Thorin Oakenshield delusional?
"Are you… mad? What is this? What is all of this, then, if not just some sort of carnal release for you? You came to me and simply took what you wanted all of these months. What use am I to you, if not that of a body for you to claim? I don't understand!" Bilbo voice grew in volume, as anger was unleashed in his chest. Angry tears began to slip down his face.
Thorin looked stunned, frozen to the spot.
"I… had no idea… Bilbo, you never turned me away. I thought-," Thorin stammered, alarm clear on his face.
"Turn you away!? You have a full head and half on me- and you are a king! What did you expect me to do?" Bilbo spat, pushing against Thorin's chest.
"Now you wait just a second," Thorin tightened his grasp, pulling Bilbo closer. "All of my intentions, all of this time, was purely to show you my affection for you. If you had no desire for me, you never showed it."
"Stop it! You never bothered to ask if I… even if I did-," Bilbo stopped, suddenly choking up.
"Even if you what?" Thorin asked, looking at him hard, expression unreadable.
Bilbo turned away, pushing at Thorin with all of his strength. Thorin clamped down with iron strong arms, pinning Bilbo into place. Bilbo growled with frustration, trying to wrestle an arm free. He wanted to throw a punch at Thorin; he wanted to smack the look of concern off of his face. He was furious. How could he not understand? How could he not see? Bilbo tried to push off of the bed with his legs, but instead landed himself on his back with Thorin straddling him. Thorin had his wrists, holding him firmly with the flats of his thumbs pressed deeply into Bilbo's open palms.
Their heavy panting filled the space between them. Thorin looked down at him, considering. After a pregnant pause, his grip softened.
"Even if you what?" He asked again.
Bilbo then saw something new, something he'd never before seen in the dwarf… a new kind of sadness. Not the mourning he'd shown for his slain people and stolen home. It was something far more intimate, vulnerable and naked. Something then shifted into place in Bilbo's mind.
Had he misread him?
Had they misread each other?
"Bilbo… please," Thorin whispered, closing his eyes.
Bilbo hesitated, licking his lips. It was tempting to simply say nothing, to let this moment pass and to have them end. It would be simpler, they could just go back to the way things were… Bilbo grimaced at his own stupidity. That was a foolish thought. There was no going back. If he was honest with himself, he wasn't so sure he could live happily with himself if he let things end like this.
Bilbo took a breath. Maybe it was time to honest.
Calm down.
"Even if… I did want you, had always wanted you from the moment you stepped over my threshold," Bilbo said, as he turned his face away, unable to bring himself to look into Thorin's eyes.
Bilbo started, clamping his eyes shut, as warm lips gently took him. It was a sweet, deep kiss that left Bilbo gasping for breath afterwards. Silently, Thorin settled beside him, pulling them together, cradling Bilbo's body from behind. He held him tightly. After some time spent in silence, Bilbo began to worry.
Would he say anything?
"Thorin?"
He jumped slightly when Thorin finally spoke.
"I am skilled with a sword and bow. I was taught diplomacy with other dwarves and men… and how to be courageous in battle. But, I was never taught… never shown how to do this sort of thing properly. I didn't realize that I was hurting you."
Thorin squeezed him, cradling his head against Bilbo's neck.
"I knew our past times weren't great. I would've preferred- I should've…"
Thorin paused, clearly fighting for the right words.
The fight and anger had left Bilbo. In its place, he allowed hope to flow in.
"I know… I think," Bilbo whispered, leaning into Thorin's embrace.
"I am sorry. Truly."
Surprised, Bilbo turned in his arms. This was, he thought, the first time he had really ever heard the king apologize. They regarded each other, each silently taking the other in. Would this work, or were they careening towards something self-destructive? As if sensing where Bilbo's thoughts were treading, Thorin gently ran a finger down Bilbo's cheek.
"I can't tell you I know what will happen. All I know is that when I am around you, I become hungry… For all I know, we may be heading towards our deaths," Thorin said quietly. "I just wanted some comfor-," he stopped and sighed. "I wanted companionship."
Bilbo pursed his lips. The dwarf had no concept of emotional depth.
"Listen. There is nothing weak in desiring tenderness. I understand that, believe me," Bilbo said, his tone soft.
"I suppose I can be better about this whole thing," Thorin frowned, thinking.
"Hmm, yes. You are incredibly unskilled in that regard," Bilbo said, bringing his hands up to Thorin's chest, tracing his fingers through the rough hair.
Thorin grimaced.
"But, I supposed I can help you with that," Bilbo added, looking sheepish.
With so much unknown ahead of them, Bilbo had to agree with Thorin. They both needed some tenderness and comfort.
End.
