Author's Note: Just a little fic I wrote and thought I'd share. Enjoy!
Thorin slipped into Bilbo's room and found the hobbit naked on his bed, with several fingers buried in his entrance. The blonde blinked at the dwarf. "Thorin?" he murmured, surprised.
"I heard a noise," he answered, his eyes drawn irresistibly to the hobbit's fingers. "I should…"
"Should?" he prompted.
Thorin swallowed hard. "I should leave you to your privacy." He looked up as he felt the hobbit's gaze sweep across his frame, and startled at the heat he found in the blonde's gaze.
"Or you could join me," he invited. Thorin stared. "I apologise if-" he began as he began to remove his fingers.
"Do not-" Thorin spoke fervently, and cut off with the slightest tinge of a blush on his cheeks. Bilbo paused, and waited expectantly. "Do that," he finished. He swallowed once again. "I like the sight," he stated, voice rough with lust.
"Why not get a closer view?" he tempted, moaning as he pressed his fingers deeper inside himself. He let out another as the dwarf closed the distance between them to join him on the bed.
"You like that I am here, little hobbit?" he drawled in a rough purr.
"Very much," he replied breathily.
"You like that I am watching you in such a state?" Bilbo nodded, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip. "Tell me," he urged.
Bilbo licked his lip and locked gazes with the dwarf. "As I slipped my fingers inside myself, I imagined that it was you, that you were pressing your thick fingers inside me to prepare me to take your phallus."
They both shivered. "If that is what you truly want," Thorin spoke, and waited for the blonde's fervent nod before continuing, "I am more than happy to oblige."