Author's Note: Warning: fisting (sort of) and size difference. Never quite sure whether to put warnings with these two or not, since size difference is kinda implied. Well, enjoy!
Bilbo knelt on the ledge of the steaming Elfin bath, clean and relaxed…with three fingers in his entrance. He shifted slightly, pushing back against the touch with a soft noise that was part need, part satisfaction. It had been such a long time since he had let himself do this. He stretched his fingers, lamenting the lack of his aide – though it had been a conscious choice not to bring it with him. After all, he had not wanted to chance anyone seeing it.
His brow scrunched as he felt another's eyes upon him; he had not heard anyone enter. The sensation built, until he had to look just to assure himself. He turned his head and found Thorin whose heated gaze was rivetted upon him. He removed his fingers with a blush.
"There was no need to stop on my account, little hobbit," he drawled, smirking as his lust-roughened voice caused the blonde to shiver. Bilbo's blush intensified. "Or are your fingers not enough for you?" he purred as he closed the distance between them. A slight shake of the head from the hobbit. Thorin knelt beside him. "May I…?" An increased blush before a nod. Thorin thrust two of his – thicker – fingers into the hobbit's entrance and Bilbo moaned. "You like this, do you not little hobbit?" he drawled, his voice a rough temptation.
"Do not stop," he entreated breathily.
"I have you, little hobbit," he soothed as he stretched his fingers, gaze rivetted to the blonde's entrance that took the intrusion so easily. He soon added another finger, and another, the hobbit's cheeks flushed with desire. Bilbo's breathing sped, his hips pushing back against him as his pleasure crested higher. The dwarf curled his fingers and Bilbo came, feeling Thorin's intense, heated gaze as a caress along his skin.
"You are so very pretty when you reach completion little hobbit," he purred. Bilbo blushed, sparking a wicked chuckle from the dwarf. "Is it that I saw you, how I am still touching you, or that I know how you derived your pleasure?" he asked curiously.
"Mostly the latter," he spoke, voice slightly breathy.
"Not respectable to have your desires?" he teased. Bilbo shook his head. Thorin lifted his free hand and cradled the blonde's cheek gently. "It is nothing to be ashamed of amongst dwarfs." Bilbo leant into the touch. "In fact, it is highly desirable in a partner."
"Bed partner, or partner for life?" he asked softly.
"Both," he answered, voice rough.
Bilbo's gaze dipped to Thorin's breeches, noting the – pronounced – bulge. "I am not done," he stated, voice rough with lust.
Thorin shivered. "I have no desire to hurt you, little hobbit." He watched disappointment and determination war in the hobbit's expression. "Although," he spoke, fighting back a smile at how the blonde perked up, "perhaps we could try something."
"What?" he breathed.
"See if you can take my fist," he propositioned, voice deliberately neutral.
"Fist?" Bilbo repeated breathily.
"If you want-"
"I do," he interrupted hastily.
Thorin closed the distance between them for a kiss both claiming and full of heat. Bilbo responded instantly, moaning at the feel of Thorin's tongue against his own.
The dwarf pulled back. "Ready, little hobbit?"
"Please," he breathed.
Thorin's gaze dipped to Bilbo's entrance, fighting back a shiver at the sight of his four thick fingers already buried within it, and eased his thumb inside the hot channel. They both groaned, Thorin's gaze flicking from Bilbo's entrance to his eager expression, before he slid deeper and slowly closed his fingers into a fist. Bilbo cried out and came once more.
Thorin wrapped his free arm around the blonde's waist possessively, keeping him upright as he slumped forward. "Still not done," Bilbo panted, voice rough.
A wicked chuckle from the dwarf. "Perhaps you had better see what you are asking for," he drawled, his own voice roughened with desire. The hobbit's eager hands went to the laces of his breeches, deftly tugging until Thorin's…Kingly…shaft burst free. Bilbo licked his lips at the sight. "Not put off little hobbit?"
"Quite the contrary," he spoke breathily.
"You have a pretty way with words little hobbit," he drawled as he uncurled his fingers. Bilbo made a sound of disappointment. "I cannot fill you unless you are empty," he soothed, a wicked smirk curving his lips at his hobbit's blush. "As much as I would love the sight of my shaft filling your hobbit-hole," he purred, causing Bilbo's blush to intensify. "I want to watch your pretty face," he continued, using his hold to guide the blonde into straddling his hips.
"Trust me?" Bilbo breathed. A nod from the brunet and he reached behind him, shivering as his fingers were unable to close around Thorin's generous shaft. He shifted, placing the head at his entrance before slowly, so slowly, taking Thorin's turgid shaft deep.
They both let out a wrecked moan as he bottomed out. "Who would have thought one so small could take me so well?" Thorin murmured, voice deep and rough.
Bilbo's smile was a touch wicked. "I would," he replied primly, deliberately tightening his muscles around the brunet's shaft.
Thorin let out a dwarven expletive and gripped hold of Bilbo's hips, stilling the hobbit. Bilbo opened his mouth to protest. "I have never experienced such perfection," he spoke before the blonde could speak, "allow me a moment to savour it." His hobbit's smile was pleased as he nodded. Thorin shifted and kissed him, a touch laden with promise, smugness filling him as his hobbit submitted to him so completely.
He pulled back, tightened his grip on Bilbo's hips, and slowly lifted his hobbit. Bilbo gasped, his hands going to his King's shoulders, nails digging in and a moan falling from his lips at the sheer strength and control Thorin was exhibiting.
"You like that I can do this to you little hobbit?" he purred as he paused with only the head of his ample shaft buried within his hobbit.
"Yes," he gasped, another moan spilling from his lips and Thorin began to lower him once more. Thorin kept up a slow, steady rhythm, despite the entreaties that came from his hobbit. He would not ruin this moment by being too rough with the hobbit he had every intention of claiming for his own.
"Thorin," he gasped, breath hitching.
With a smirk, the dwarf thrust his hips upward, burying himself impossibly deeper, sending his little hobbit over the edge. Bilbo's muscles clenched so hard around his shaft that he followed, spilling his seed deep.
Bilbo came back to awareness draped over Thorin, the dwarf's shaft still within him. Thorin shifted. "No!" Thorin paused, and tipped his chin up. "I want to savour this sensation," he spoke breathily.
"Know this, my hobbit, if we remain as such, I will harden again before long." Bilbo's answering smile was wicked. "Are you insatiable, little hobbit?"
Bilbo wrapped his arms around Thorin's neck, burying his fingers in the dwarf's hair. "I believe that when it comes to you, my King, that I will be."
Thorin curled a possessive hand around the back of Bilbo's neck and tugged him into a kiss that left the hobbit claimed down to his very soul.