Summary: Quiet is the name of the game and you were never good at it.
Bracing your arms on the stone railing, you stared down at the crowd gathering in the throne hall below. You weren't completely sure what was going on, only that the king had summoned the nation and you had been summoned to this balcony.
It was still empty besides yourself, but you had a good idea of who wanted you here. So you were waiting for him to show. For now, you simply watched as the nation filled the hall.
When the king took his throne, you frowned. One nephew was with him as you'd expected, but the other hadn't shown up. Why call you up here if he wasn't going to join you? Or show up for his uncle?
You tried to listen to what Thorin was saying, but you were too high to hear him properly. After a few minutes, you gave up and pushed away from the railing. Turning to the door, you froze when you saw the dwarf leaning against the stone. "Prince Kíli," you said in surprise before adding warily, "How long have you been there?"
His lips twitched. "Long enough."
You almost huffed but contained it. "Why are you up here?" you asked. "Shouldn't you be with your uncle?"
"Not today."
Well wasn't that cryptic. Leaning back against the railing, you crossed your arms over your chest and studied him. He was dressed well, but not overly formal. His teal blue tunic was loosely laced and the sleeves pushed up his arms. His hair was hanging around his face and you could tell most of it was not in the clasp. If you hadn't known any better, you would have figured he'd been training but he had to have known about this event.
"See anything you like?" he teased.
You rolled your eyes. "I am not going to feed your ego."
He pushed his lower lip out. "You don't like me."
Oh no, he didn't. "I'm not playing that game with you, Prince Kíli," you said dryly, turning back to the hall.
You still couldn't make out what Thorin was saying but you tried to focus and hear. It had to be important if he had summoned the mountain to bear witness, but what could it be? And if it was important, why wasn't Kíli with him?
"Acoustics are bad up here," Kíli said suddenly. "Well, only if you're trying to hear what's happening down there."
"Meaning what?" you asked absently, frowning as you tried to listen.
A gasp left you when a hard body pressed against your back and arms came down on either side of you. He had you trapped. "Meaning," Kíli murmured, his mouth next to your ear, "we can't hear them, but if we're too noisy, they can hear us."
Your heart dropped as you stared down at the hall. Everyone's attention was rapt on the king so they hadn't heard you yet.
"How do you know?" you forced out.
"Fíli and I found it last week," he said lazily, his cheek rubbing against your hair.
You weren't sure you wanted to know how they'd figured it out. While everyone knew the princes of Erebor were committed to the mountain, they also knew the pair enjoyed their mischief. "And why call me up here?" you asked, keeping your voice low.
"Wanted to share it with you."
You didn't believe that for a second. No, you did but you knew Kíli well enough now to know that wasn't it. There was always another reason to why he sought you out. It had been that way since your first day in Erebor.
"You can see everything from up here," he murmured, shifting a little closer to you. "And only a few can see us."
"The perfect hiding spot for a prince who wants to skip out on whatever ceremony his uncle has planned."
He paused before a low chuckle left him. "Sassy," he said quietly, nipping at your ear.
Your breath caught as he kept nipping at you, his tongue flicking against the shell of your ear. "Kíli, stop," you whispered. You had enough experience with him to know where those kinds of things led.
"No," he breathed, pushing his hips forward.
You stifled a gasp as you felt his erection pressing against you. This was the real reason he had called you up here. "We c-can't," you protested weakly.
"Yes, we can," he said, his voice husky. "No one can see us."
"But they'll hear!"
Kíli chuckled deeply and breathed, "Then I suggest you be quiet."
Biting down on your lip, you shivered as he slowly kissed his way down your neck. Be quiet? How were you going to manage that? Even your first coupling had had you crying out at the pleasure he gave you. And it didn't help that he loved making you scream. Every time you had sex, he would do everything he could to make it happen. You knew this time would be no different. "A-Ass," you stammered, knowing exactly why he had brought you here.
He made a low noise that sounded like a laugh, but it was muffled as his mouth never left you. Shivers broke out again as he began sucking at the crook of your neck and you gasped when his hands lifted to cup your breasts. Your back arched, pushing you into his touch.
His fingers plumped and squeezed you through your dress. You shifted against him, making him groan as you rubbed over his cock. "Tease," he muttered.
No, you weren't!
"I heard that," Kíli chuckled even though you didn't say anything.
You huffed but it got caught in your throat when his hands slid into the neckline of your dress. "Kíli," you moaned.
You felt him smile against you, but he stayed silent. His fingers ran over your nipples and made them harden further under his touch. A little noise left you as he pinched you, rolling you between thumb and forefinger. "I want to taste you," he groaned suddenly. "I want your pretty nipples in my mouth so I can taste you."
You shook your head slightly. You couldn't let him do that. If he did, you'd surely scream.
His tongue trailed up your neck, flicking against one of your earrings. "You want it too," he murmured huskily. "I know you do."
Shaking your head again, you squeezed your eyes shut as he kissed the sensitive spot just under your ear. "Kíli," you mumbled.
One of his hands slipped out of your dress and caught your chin. As he titled you toward him, your eyes opened to meet his. His were burning with lust and his thumb moved to rub against your lower lip. "Mahal, you're beautiful," he murmured, gaze moving over your face.
You blushed at the praise before sighing as he lowered his head to kiss you. One hand lifted to fist in his hair and you clung to him as he slipped into your mouth. Your knees shook as he ran his tongue along yours, curling and rubbing against you. Your fingers tightened on him when he gave your breast a squeeze, fingers rubbing over your nipple.
A soft whimper left you when his hand slipped out of your dress and you nearly caught it to put it back where it had been. But he trailed it down your front, following the dips and curves of the embroidery on your dress. Your hips jerked back against him when he cupped between your legs through the material.
He pulled back from you and smirked as you panted for air. "Look at you," he murmured, his thumb rubbing over your lip again. "You're so damn beautiful and you're all mine."
You made a soft noise, very aware of him gathering up your skirt.
His lips twitched faintly. "Now shall I make you scream?" he said softly.
Your eyes widened and you shook your head.
"No?" he echoed, lifting a brow. "You don't want me to have you?"
You made a low noise as his fingers brushed over your underclothes. "I don't want to scream," you whispered.
"But sex and screams are one and the same with you."
"I hate you," you gasped, rising on your toes when he pressed against you through the damp material.
"Do you?" he murmured, his fingers stilling. "Shall I leave?"
Your free hand clamped down on his arm, trying to keep him where he was. "Don't!"
Kíli smiled. "Well, try to be quiet. We don't want the entire nation hearing you."
Which was unfair. He had known this would happen, had wanted this to happen. Your head pressed back against his shoulder as his fingers slipped under the material to brush over wet folds. "Kíli," you mumbled.
"Mm, I've got you," he rumbled, kissing your neck.
Taking a shaking breath, you let it out as a moan as he rubbed over your clit. Your nails bit into his arm when he pressed firmly to the nub. A soft curse slipped out of you as his fingers teased your entrance, one dipping inside to rub against you.
"I can feel how tight you are," Kíli breathed, sinking his finger deeper. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock."
Your muscles clenched and he chuckled as you squeezed him.
"You can't wait for it either, can you?"
You couldn't answer him, your voice dying as he pumped his finger into you. It felt too good to even imagine telling him to stop. You gasped when he curled his finger, rubbing against the sensitive spot he'd found. Pleasure flooded you as he didn't pull away from that spot and didn't move his thumb from your clit. You pressed your lips together as you tightened around him, your desire starting to crack.
"Yes," Kíli murmured, his lips moving to your ear. "Come for me, beautiful."
You whimpered softly, rocking against him. His finger was thrusting again, curved to still strike that spot. Your breath caught before you bit down on your lip to keep your cries muted. You shuddered in his grip, soft sounds slipping out of you as you orgasmed.
You thought you heard Kíli purr as you came apart in his arms and you could feel his gaze on you. Knowing he was watching didn't dampen your release; if anything it made it stronger. You were limp against him when he pulled his hand away from you, panting for air.
"Let go of your lip, love," he murmured. "You're going to hurt yourself."
A soft sigh left you as you did what he wanted and opened your eyes. You trembled as you met his hot gaze, swallowing hard. "K…íli?"
He smiled and kissed you slowly. You sank into the caress, soaking in the gentleness. You melted against him, loving the feel of his warm, solid body keeping you upright.
You started when you heard the nation cheer about something.
"Shh," Kíli soothed, pressing kisses to your face. "Don't listen to them. Focus on me, love."
Your lashes fluttered open to look at him and you murmured, "Kíli?"
He smiled and dropped a kiss on your lips. "Grab the rail, love," he said softly.
You blinked before you slowly let him go. Your fingers closed around the stone and you braced yourself against it. You shivered as his hands trailed down your back, his palms warm through your dress. A soft noise left you when he began bunching your skirt up around your hips again.
Kíli kissed your shoulder, his stubble making goose bumps break out all over you. "Spread your legs for me, beautiful," he breathed.
Your breath shivered out of you and you shifted your legs apart a little. You felt one of his hands grip your underclothes and given them a tug down. Running your teeth over your lower lip as you heard him crouch down, you nearly screamed when his tongue ran over you.
His low growl made you blush before you gasped sharply as he leaned forward to lick you again. Your head tipped back as his tongue moved over your clit, his hands sliding down your thighs so he could part you with his thumbs.
Legs shaking as he sucked on you, you could feel your heart starting to pound as he worked your pleasure back up. Your fingers curled on the stone when he made a low growling noise and your head fell forward to rest on your hands. Panting softly, you fought the urge to cry out in pleasure. Always before you'd never had to worry about making noise when you were with him. You'd also never had sex when anyone else was around. Now you had the entire nation to-
A gasp left you when both of his hands landed sharply on your ass. He squeezed you tightly, his fingers digging in as he sucked strongly on you. "Kíli," you whispered.
He made a low noise that made you shake before he pulled away. Rising to his feet, his hands left you and you glanced over your shoulder. His gaze was still between your legs as he jerked his pants open, tongue snaking out to lick his lips.
When his eyes flicked up to your face, you flushed at the predatory look in his. "See something you like?" you breathed.
His grin was wicked as you threw his words back at him and he stepped closer to you. "Oh, I can think of a few things," he rumbled.
You moaned when the head of his cock brushed against you. You wanted him inside you. Pushing back against him, you heard him growl and grip your hips.
"Mahal, you're so wet for me," he murmured, leaning over to kiss your neck.
"Kíli, take me," you whispered, not wanting to wait anymore.
He growled harshly and his hands tightened on you.
A soft cry left you as he thrust forward and sank deep inside you. Your head fell back down, forehead bumping against your hands as he stayed still. You already felt ready to come and he had only just gotten inside you.
"Shh," he breathed, kissing your neck.
"Kíli, I can't," you whimpered, knowing this was a bad idea but still wanting it.
"Yes, you can," Kíli murmured, pulling his hips back slowly.
You shook your head, biting your lip as he came back into you. How were you supposed to be quiet when he was sliding inside you? You wanted to scream and you didn't know if you were going to be able to stop yourself.
"Mahal, you feel so good," he groaned, his lips moving over your neck. "I can't wait until you're truly mine."
You blinked at that but it left you as he kept thrusting. The entire length of him was filing you, the thick vein on the underside of his cock rubbing against that sensitive spot within you. Your muscles were clenching at him with each thrust, begging him silently to stay inside you.
He kept his pace almost painstakingly slow, but it still had you burning with desire. His fingers would tighten on you with every stroke in, his thumbs rubbing small circles on you as he pulled out. The touch was almost maddening because even though the thrusts were slow, they were hard and had him sinking deep inside you.
Your breath caught when one hand suddenly slid around your hips and began rubbing at your clit. "Kíli, don't!" you gasped, legs shaking.
"I can't help it," he breathed.
One of your hands lifted to grip his hair as he kept his face buried in your neck. Your eyes squeezed shut as he thrust hard into you, rocking you on your feet with the quicker movement. You could feel his hot breaths on your skin, his lips moving against you as he muttered softly.
"Kíli," you whispered, feeling your body shake as your orgasm hovered a little closer.
"I know, beautiful," he groaned. "I know."
No he didn't! He wasn't the one who was going to scream his head off when he came! With the entire nation standing below them! You couldn't do that!
He moaned deeply as you tightened around him, his thrusts quicker and shorter now. He was rocking you forward with each one, your hands sliding against the railing that was keeping you upright. His fingers were still working your clit, the slick digits making your stomach quiver as each brush sent fire through your veins.
Your breath hitched before you bit down on your hand to muffle the harsh cry that left you. You shuddered as he kept thrusting and barely noticed his hand pulling away from you as pleasure fogged your mind. Muscles clutching at him, you whimpered as his arms wrapped around you, keeping you pressed tightly to him.
"Shh," he breathed, his hips slowing as you trembled in his grasp. "I've got you."
A soft mewl left you as he made you let go of your hand, pulling you so you were more upright.
"Love," he chided softly and you knew he was looking at the marks you had left in your skin.
You panted softly, little bursts of pleasure flooding you with each gentle roll of his hips.
He lifted your hand to his mouth and kissed the red marks, his tongue flicking over your skin. "Don't hurt yourself," Kíli murmured, catching your gaze as your head pressed to his shoulder.
You stuck your tongue out at him and he chuckled softly.
Closing your eyes, you tried to control the erratic pounding of your heart but it was no use. All you wanted to do now was pass out, preferably in his arms. It was what usually happened after-Your eyes flew open and you looked at him quickly. "You didn't-" you couldn't even finish the question.
A wicked light danced through his eyes and one corner of his mouth turned up in a naughty smirk. "No, I didn't," he agreed, voice low, "because we're not done yet."
Your heart froze. "K-Kíli?" you squeaked.
His hand slipped back between your legs and one moved up to cup your breast. A soft hiss left him when you tightened around him as his fingers brushed your clit. "Come on, love," he breathed. "You've got one more for me, don't you?"
"I hate you," you moaned, your back arching.
Kíli chuckled darkly, nipping at your neck. "Lies," he whispered.
You weren't so sure right now. The throne hall was still filled and the dwarves below were hanging on Thorin's every word. If you screamed now, everyone would hear and you were positive Fíli would know the cause of that sound. Thorin would probably suspect, but you didn't want the entire nation talking about it as idle gossip. You gasped when his hand slid into your dress to fondle you again. "Why?" you whimpered, your hips moving against him as he started thrusting in earnest now.
He didn't answer you, mouth too busy pressing kisses and nips to your neck and shoulder.
Your eyes squeezed shut as, despite your best attempts to resist him, your body responded to him. Soft pants spilled from your lips as liquid heat flooded you again, telling you he was right. You did have one more for him. "Damn you," you choked out.
"That's no way to talk to a prince," he chuckled, but his voice was strained.
You weren't talking to a prince; you were talking to an ass. Pushing back against him, you smiled faintly when he hissed and his hips pushed hard against the back of your thighs.
"Don't start with me," he warned.
"What will you do? Stop?"
He growled harshly and you knew you had pushed him far enough. His thrusts were hard and deep as he took you, his fingers firm against your clit. The attention made your knees tremble and you knew you were going to collapse as soon as he was done. It didn't stop you from tightening around him, smiling again as he cursed harshly.
"Quiet," you murmured, rocking up on your toes as he pounded into you.
He snapped out another curse under his breath before his mouth pressed to your ear. "You think you're smart," he purred darkly. "You think that you can make me do whatever you want."
You squeezed him again and felt his thrusts falter.
"But we both know you're going to scream for me," Kíli continued. "With the entire nation standing below us, you're going to scream and all of them will be talking about it for weeks."
Shaking your head weakly, you tried to look at him but he didn't move away from your ear.
"I can feel you trembling," he groaned. "You're wet and hot around me, wanting everything I'm going to give you. All I want is you to scream for me."
"Shut up," you whispered, voice catching as he pinched your nipple.
"Make. Me," he said, punctuating the words with sharp thrusts.
Your hands left the railing, one gripping the forearm of the hand between your legs while the other clutched at his hair again. You gave him a sharp tug and he moved so he could kiss you deeply. His tongue plundered your mouth as demandingly as his cock slid between your thighs. He wanted you to come. You could feel it in everything that he was doing and you knew that your body wasn't going to hold out for much longer.
He made a low noise when your nails scraped against him, your fingers tightening as desire coiled tightly inside you. The rumble was husky and erotic and sent you right over.
You barely heard him laugh darkly when you broke the kiss to scream in pleasure and you felt it echo in your bones as it rang off of the stone. His laughter didn't last as your climax triggered his own, his hands moving to hold your hips as he thrust sharply against you. You felt his fingers tremble against you as you milked him for everything he had, your body clenching around and clinging to him.
His pants were harsh and hot on your skin as he slumped against you, one of his hands moving to brace both of you against the railing. You could feel faint shudders working through him and they made chills race over your skin in the aftermath of your pleasure. Your bones were still aching from your cry and-
You blinked when you realised it wasn't your cry you were hearing, but the vast cheers of the dwarves below. "Wha…?" you mumbled, trying to shift to see what had happened.
A breathless chuckle left Kíli and he pressed a tender kiss to the crook of your neck. "You are so lucky," he sighed.
Had…no one heard you because they had been crying out as well? "Why?" you panted.
"I'd imagine," he said slowly, dragging in a deep breath, "Uncle just announced our engagement."
You blinked again, slowly processing the words. "What."
He kissed you again, but you felt the smile on his lips. "You heard me."
Oh, you were going to be mad at him. Later. Once you could remember how to move, you were going to hurt him.
A/N: Don't ask me why they aren't there for the announcement. Or maybe Kíli's lying to make her mad. I don't know. It was just in the back of my mind the entire time I was writing it. So yes, this wasn't overly based on a prompt, was more just me wanting to write about Kíli. Although, someone did ask for something with Kíli in it without Fíli since…I hadn't written one yet D:. So I guess this one's for them and for me!