Author's Note:

Thank you so much for the reviews!

On a side note, it occurred to me while reading through the reviews that Smaug may appear rather Sherlocky. So to clarify: yes, this is intentional, and yes, if you read on, you'll find out why...

Here comes the smut~

Smaug slid his hand under Bilbo's mithril mail and yanked it off his body with a satisfied groan. The mail was casted against a wall and the rings of mithril echoed their cries when it landed, but Bilbo could not care less. Still tightly lip-locked with the dragon, both of the hobbit's hands were tangled in his hair, tousling the dark curls, feeling every bit of that well-shaped skull, oh what a beautiful skull...

His partner grunted into their kiss, and he sucked on Bilbo's lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, and the hobbit let him. The feeling of the dragon's wet, warm tongue lapping blood off his lip was more than ecstatic, it was erotic, and the hobbit felt the exciting pleasure running up his spine. He writhed under the other's strong body and buckled up his hips, desperate for more contact. A low rumble of laughter filled his ears.

"Feisty, aren't we?" Smaug whispered into his ear, and Bilbo's whimpers quickly turned to cries as the dragon's glorious lips enclosed around the tip of his sensitive ear. The practiced tongued dipped into the clefts of the shell, and Bilbo shuddered. Smaug sucked hard and began to rake his teeth along the outline of his ears, extracting helpless cries from the little hobbit who clawed his fingers down the beast's back.

Smaug's hands that were previously clasped around his jaws began to roam his body. The long, clever fingers slithered down his neck, traced his bare chest, and made their way down his slim waist, as if determined to study each and every single crevices on his body. Bilbo let out a small purr of satisfaction.

"Hmm... You like that, don't you?"

The dragon's mouth left his ear and Bilbo gasped at the loss. Suddenly, however, the hobbit was forced to let out a high pitched yelp as the warm mouth enclosed right on one of his nipples. Bilbo's back arched up immediately on reflex, and he cried out in desperation. Smaug's other hand was now roaming his abdomen, and slowly making its way down to the rim of his scarlet briefs...

It must have been the wine... Because after that, Bilbo's mind became somewhat clouded. He briefly remembered his scarlet briefs being taken away at some point, and that he was left lying splayed, naked, an opened offer to the dragon.

He also remembered Smaug finally removing all of his garments, and how glorious the beast had looked, bathed in the glow of candle light. He remembered how the dragon had enclosed his long, deft fingers around Bilbo's cock, how he curled his agile digits deep into Bilbo's secret entrance, and how it left the hobbit to sputter and gasped and choked out a name he was not quite sure belonged to the dragon...

John woke up in his bed with a strangled moan of Sherlock's name. His breathing came in short rasps, and he was panting hard. With one hand still pumping wildly at his cock, the other was inching two fingers deeper and deeper into his hole. John moaned and thrashed wildly against his bed, his chest heaving rapidly.

In the darkness of 221b Baker Street, John's pupils dilated as he gripped his hand tight around the hard rod of flesh between his legs and pulled his hand up and down it with abandon. His cock was fully erected, standing up in its unashamed glory against his stomach and shooting out strings of his guilty pleasure. John shook in uncontrollable excitement as he stared at the throbbing member, his eyes fixating on the slit at the tip that was slick with pre-come. The ex-army doctor licked his lips. The hard length of flesh and muscle kept appearing and disappearing from view as he worked his hand up and down it. Hot, white cum was spurting out of the tip and onto his cover as John mewled and knocked his head against the headboard.

"Sherlock... Sherlock!' He gasped and rutted against the duvet on his bed, the coarse material rubbing against his tender, sensitive cock sent sparks of electricity right into his core, and John groaned and sputtered in desperation, pumping his cock into his war-calloused hand even faster.

Then John sat up. Having worked as an army doctor, he was a lot more flexible than an average man his age. John grabbed at the length between his legs, bent down, and directed the glistening tip into his mouth. With a gasp of surprise, followed shortly by a desperate moan against the nub of flesh, John began to suckle at it slowly. Both his legs were spread wide on either side of him, and his balls rubbed deliciously against the coarse sheet, sending tears of pleasure to well up in the doctor's eyes.

His other hand reached behind him, and John leaned forward even more, lifting his backside up from where he sat. Four of his fingers were now working in and out of the hot hole, and John gave out a loud scream and he jerked. His index finger had finally brushed against his prostrate.

"Sherlock..." Joh gasped through the cock in his mouth, he ran his tongue along the flared edge of the crown and sucked hard. "SHERLOCK!"

In reckless abandon, Dr. Watson took his own length in between his teeth and nibbled teasingly at it. The bed was now shaking violently as John thrashed ferociously on it, a vase was knocked down from the side table and smashed on the floor, but John could not care less. He sucked and bit and blew on the engorged head of his member, and slipped his entire first into his ass, clawing desperately at the prostrate and screaming even louder.

"SHERLOCK!"

The thought of his flatmate, his detective, his so-very-desirable-yet-so-oblivious-to-it Sherlock made John's length jerk hard. The crown at the thick head flared open the widest John had ever felt. With a push, John groaned, raked his teeth down his cock's underside and dipped the tip of his tongue right into the flared opening; he sucked, hard.

It was maddening.

The pleasure which exploded within him was enough to make a lesser man come right there and then on the spot, but John Watson was no lesser man. Instead, he slammed his fist even harder into his ass with a scream, raked his nails against the taut walls, and rubbed - rubbed intently at that one sensitive spot which sent him over oblivion every time he so much as brushed against it.

John threw his head back against the headboard and howled with intense carnal pleasure. The coarse fabric of his duvet was squeezed between his legs and rubbing against his balls that were slick with white, sticky cum. Amidst the burning ecstasy, John's squeezed shut eyes and ringing ears prevented him from noticing that a tall, dark form in his long, black coat had entered the door. The figured stared in silence, but the pair of blue-green eyes that stared unblinking at John were wide in utter surprise...-

Surprise...Which slowly melted into a pool of darkened pleasure...

"Bilbo..."

The hobbit opened his eyes again at the deep purr of the dragon. Despite being inexplicably aroused, he blinked.

Did he just blank out?

To Bilbo, the vision moments ago was real. Real enough to get him thinking of how familiar the place...-

"Ah!"

Bilbo cried as Smaug rammed his hot length deep into his ass. He could feel the thick crown brushing hard against his prostrate, and the hobbit's eyes rolled back into his head. Both his legs were now on either sides of Smaug's shoulders, allowing the dragon to have the perfect view of his groin. The dragon chuckled, and leant down to kiss him again right between his balls and his abused holes. He licked and sucked and bit mercilessly as Bilbo let out wild screams, slamming his groin up in reckless abandon into the dragon's experience mouth.

"I-" he panted, "I can't-"

"Good." Smaug droned, his voice thick with lust, "Come for me, my little halfling..."

On that note, Smaug began slamming his cock repeatedly up into Bilbo's ass at a mind-blowing pace. His hand gripped tightly around the hobbit's weeping cock and he pumped mercilessly, his thumb pushed against the flared opening atop Bilbo's red, hypersensitive crown and kneaded, and he bent down to suck hard at Bilbo's balls.

Bilbo threw his head back against the feather pillows as Smaug finally hit his prostrate square on the spot for the sixth time. His throat let out the most desperate, the most euphoric cry as he came hard in long white strings of cum which couldn't burst through the tip of his cock fast enough. The hobbit stared with bewildered eyes at his own member as it contracted and convulsed and shot out more white liquid than he'd ever seen in the many times he had pleasured himself in the comfort of Bag End. His cock trembled still standing up, and the cover beneath it was pooled with his hot cum. Smaug jerked and rutted and rammed into him a few more times, before the great beast finally let out animalistic growl. His shaft twitched in Bilbo's burning hole, and he launched his scorching cum right into Bilbo's filled up ass, causing the liquid be squeezed out through where their skins met with obscene squirting sounds.

Bilbo panted, breathing hard, his chest still heaving. His skin was covered in cool sweat and his vision blurred. Smaug slid out of him with relative ease and rolled to his side, Bilbo's brain was still too numbed for him to register much.

They both lay unspeaking for a moment, letting their heavy breaths and decreasing heart rates do the talking. Finally, however, Bilbo rolled to his side to face the world's only consulting dragon, it was all still a blur, but he knew he had to speak.

"That was fucking amazing." The hobbit breathed. Somewhere deep in his mind, he briefly wondered where the jargon had come from. However, all thoughts dissipated once Smaug swung an arm over his hip and drew him close.

"...Just the two of us against the rest of the world." The dragon whispered into his hair.

Bilbo did not know what the beast meant, but he was contented with snuggling close and burying his face into the dark haired man's chest, breathing in his familiar scent. So the hobbit fell asleep, and deep in slumber, he finally realized what, or rather who the dragon smelled like...