Warning: This is a bit kinkier than I usually write, but it was a special request from a friend.

Needless to say, I do not own anything related to The Hobbit, Lord of The Rings, any of J.R.R. Tolkien's works, or Peter Jackson's versions.

Watching Hobbits

True to his word, Thorin did not allow Bilbo to return to pony watch, but would pull him tightly into his lap and watch Fili and Kili battle for dominance. Fingers danced over the hobbit's chest and arms, raising goose pimples in their path. The halfling sighed and relaxed completely into the larger dwarf's form, reaching back to wrap his fingers around the long braids that fell over his shoulders.

Bilbo was drunk on the attention. Thorin learned his body fully and enjoyed nothing more than to bring the hobbit to the edge over and over as the rest of the company watched. Days passed quickly as they all looked forward to the next camp and bets were placed quietly on how long the king could make the burglar last.

Unfortunately, Gandalf appeared on the trail ahead and the possessive arm around the halfling's shoulders was dropped. Three days on and even Bilbo was ready to ask the wizard to leave. Now that he had experienced euphoria at the hands of the dwarf prince and the hunger in the other's eyes, he wanted more. When Nori's pony caught a rock in its hoof, Bilbo took the opportunity to dash off into the bushes for a little relief.

The sight of the Shireling leaning against a tree, head resting on one arm was familiar to the dwarf prince. Thorin pressed himself fully against the burglar's back, covering his frantically stroking hand and slowing it. Bilbo whined and pushed back, ready to beg for release if he had to.

"Please Thorin, I want - I need you." Carefully, the dwarf pushed the collar of the halfling's shirt out of the way and bit his shoulder. "Just take me now!"

He desperately wanted to give the burglar what he desired, but Thorin held back. "That would not be appropriate."

Bilbo let his other hand be moved to the trunk of the tree and whined again when his trousers were pushed to the ground. "Appropriate?" Another groan slipped past his lips as the dwarf nudged one bare foot out of the pile of cloth and his legs wider. "I am hardly concerned with appropriate."

"There is tradition that must be observed before I can claim you." The dwarf's strong hands flexed convulsively on the halfling's hips, surely leaving bruises. "But I still wish to see you on the very edge of pleasure, even if the wizard will not leave."

"Yes, anything!"

The hobbit could hear the dark amusement in Thorin's laugh and feel it against his chest. "Perhaps in the future you will not be so free with your words." One calloused hand settled on Bilbo's weeping cock again and any concern he might have had at the words was wiped from his mind.

It did not take long for the halfling to find his pleasure and paint the tree with messy stripes but the dwarf did not release him. Instead, Thorin bent the burglar further forward and fumbled in his pocket for a vial. Once his thick fingers were coated in oil, he expertly opened the hobbit. Bilbo tried to angle his hips to get the twisting fingers to touch the spot deep inside that sent fireworks exploding behind his eyes but the prince denied him.

He wasn't sure he could come again so soon, but the burglar wasn't going to complain at the treatment. And then the probing fingers were gone and Bilbo whined in protest again. Thorin's hips stuttered against the halfling, but he stopped himself, reveling in the surprised squeak when cold metal touched his heated flesh. The hobbit recognized the feel of the plug and wriggled back for more movement, only to be stilled by a firm hand on his hips.

"I want to see your face when every step of the pony brings you pleasure but not release."

Bilbo shivered in anticipation and desire but Thorin pulled away. The halfling was left leaning against the tree, trousers around his ankles and cool metal quickly warming between his legs. He quickly found that even stepping back into his clothes sent little quivers of pleasure up his spine and he bit his lip in anticipation. This was exactly what he needed.

An hour into the ride and the hobbit was ready to make some excuse to dash back into the trees. Every step the pony took jolted him in the saddle as it was, but add the plug pressing against the bundle of nerves and he was kept constantly on edge. Desperate to keep his predicament from the rest of the company, Bilbo let his pony slow to the back of the line and shifted in his saddle again.

A hand landed firmly on each shoulder and the hobbit nearly let out a shout of surprize. He realized it was only Fili and Kili and the burglar relaxed as much as the metal device would allow. The brunet dwarf leaned closer and kept his voice low.

"Seems like you're a little sore in the saddle, Mister Boggins."

"What would give you that idea?" The halfling hissed between his teeth in concentration.

"Either that or you've sat on something a bit distracting."

A thrum of excitement went through the Tookish Shireling knowing that the dwarf knew. "And if I may have?"

"It's good, but it's never quite enough, is it?" Kili smirked and Bilbo was reminded of how much he resembled Thorin on occasion and he caught that the archer was looking at his brother.

Fili's face was slightly flushed and his jaw was set as he sat stiffly on his pony. "Just wait until it's your turn, Kili. I'll make sure Uncle doesn't stop for the whole day."

The brunet paled slightly at the threat but didn't rub it in that the two blonds had noticeable bulges and no way to finish the job for several hours. "So I take it it was Thorin that put you up to this?"

"Who else would have?"

"Good point." Fili added, trying to keep his voice even. "Though you have to admit that our uncle is very creative when it comes to wanting things he can't have."

"Well why can't he have me then?" Bilbo looked from one brother to the other for an explanation. "It's not like I would object."

"Those of the line of Durin don't like to share." Kili looked hard at the blonde dwarf, clearly marking his claim with his eyes.

Bilbo blushed that he was even having this conversation. "Doesn't he already with everyone watching?"

"While we dwarves don't like to share, we do enjoy showing off." Fili leered at his brother.

"Then why would he have to share me?"

"When a king takes a consort, there is tradition, of showing approval and loyalty."

Bilbo hardly noticed the rocking of his pony beneath him. "Go on?"

Another wicked smile came over the brothers and they let their voices drop even lower. "You would state your offer to become consort and Thorin would accept."

"Each member of the company will then come to you alone and accept you as consort."

"Once everyone has had their turn, then you and Thorin can do anything you like."

The halfling was still processing how Fili had said 'once everyone has had their turn' but his member gave a particularly noticeable throb and he had to resist rubbing himself through his trousers. "So how does one go about making their offer known?"

Fili and Kili spent the next two hours teaching the burglar a phrase in Khuzdul, finally satisfied with his pronunciation just when Thorin called a halt to the day's travel. Bilbo caught the tall dwarf's eye as he wandered away into the bushes and found a comfortable hollow in some tree roots. Thorin found the halfling laid out bare on a mossy bed, idly stroking his flushed shaft.

The prince went to his knees before the debauched burglar and grasped the metal phallus, turning it inside the hobbit until he begged and writhed on the ground. Bilbo forced the guttural dwarrow words out even as his eyes rolled back and his back arched in finally achieving his release. When he opened his eyes again, the dwarf's expression was unreadable.

"You do not know what you ask for."

"I know I would be yours, and your people's."

Thorin was desperately tempted. He would not have imagined that the quiet little hobbit they had met in the Shire would be hiding such desires. The conflict within the little creature called to his own past and suited the dwarf well. He wanted to claim the halfling completely, but also was unwilling to share in the slightest. Even allowing the others to watch was trying for his temper. But if he agreed to the tradition, he would never again have to resist what he wanted.

"On two conditions." Bilbo nodded eagerly. "You will not find your pleasure with them and you will remain in Erebor with me."

"Of course."