AN: I do not own any of the characters or places in the hobbit, they belong to Professor Tolkien and he would kill me for how I have corrupted them.
Tinker.
Bifur knew he wasn't royalty. Hell he knew he wasn't even a warrior, but when those blue eyes looked at him he felt like he could slay dragons. He swallowed hard as the beautiful blond sashayed towards him, blue eyes never leaving his. His fingers bit into the wood under his hands as he watched dexterous fingers work down the ties holding the thin undershirt together. He froze as the fabric hit the floor and he was left to stare at the muscled chest of the dwarf slinking towards him. Dressed in only skin tight leather trousers the dwarf straddled his lap and wound strong fingers into the white striped black of Bifur's hair. His fingers itched to touch but he knew the rules of this game well and gripped the arms of his chair tighter still. The music sounded up through the thin floor of the inn and the blond god above him started to grind to the beat. Bifur swallowed hard as blond hair, free of its braids, spilled over a sweat sheened muscle chest. The song came to an end and another started with Bifur hardly noticing, the slender hips in front of him swayed and he was transfixed by the ripple of muscle as the dwarf undulated. He couldn't help the groan that ripped from his throat as the long fingers settled on the ties of the leather trousers. His breathing was ragged as he met cerulean blue eyes and he forced himself to stay sitting even when the leather hit the floor. His eyes roved over the expanse of tanned skin as the blonde prowled, closing the distance between them. He finally let go of the seat and closed his fingers around the narrow hips even as the blond claimed his mouth in a searing kiss. Even as his head spun Bifur made a mental note to make Fili play things more often.
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