Bilbo and Thorin sat in the dark of Thorin's cell in the dungenos of the Elf King, having been reunited after weeks kept apart both thinking the other to be dead. And, as with many of their interactions, they were bickering. It was a light banter centered on their tendencies to gamble with high stakes and the probability of it ending well if they were to end up on opposite sides of a gamble. Both of them agreeing that it would be a bad plan.

" We are both far too stubborn for our own good, " Thorin said with an indulgent smile for his hobbit.

"We are," Bilbo agreed. "I, however, am willing to admit when I was wrong."

"Did I not admit that I was wrong about you?" Thorin cut in only to be shushed by Bilbo.

"I wasn't done yet!" Bilbo said in a mock angry tone. "Here I was going to apologize to you for doubting your judgment on elves and you decided to take offence at my word choices. I swear that I do not know what I see in you. More often than not you are an in—" His words were silenced as Thorin captured his mouth in a kiss once more.

"I have not seen you for weeks," Thorin whispered when they pulled apart once more. "I spent weeks believing that you were dead and the first words that you have for me are not of love but rather an insult on your ability to tolerate me. Did you not miss me at all? Did our time apart only serve to show you how incompatible we are? Do you desire me no longer?" There was a light tone to his voice that Bilbo had never heard before. It took him a moment to realize that Thorin was teasing him. The knowledge did unholy things to the hobbit and he threw himself at Thorin, capturing the King's mouth and pinning the dwarf to the wall in the force of his passion.

"You have no idea how much I have missed you." Bilbo breathed when they paused to catch their breath. "You weren't the only one who believed their lover to be dead. I never thought that I would see you again in this world or the next. And if you give me a moment I will show you just how much I desire you." Bilbo's hands had begun to wander inappropriately and Thorin felt his eyes go wide in shock at what the hobbit was clearly proposing.

"You intend to bed me here?" Thorin asked incredulously. "We cannot do this here, Bilbo." He cursed himself as Bilbo's hand brushed against him and caused a traitorous moan to rise up his throat. He could not deny that he wanted—needed—this but . . . in a jail cell? Their first time had been against a tree in the woods did Bilbo truly want the second to be in a prison with Thorin in chains?

"Why ever not?" Bilbo asked with a smirk. "You desire me. I desire you. What is there to stop us?" In response Thorin shook his wrist, causing his chain to rattle.

"In case you have forgotten in your lust, I am bound," Thorin replied in a dry tone. "I am afraid that will hinder our lovemaking, Bilbo." Rather than deter him, Bilbo found that the idea of Thorin being bound aroused him. He had never thought that such a thing would occur but it did. Rather than reply verbally, Bilbo leaned in and began kissing his way down Thorin's neck, allowing his mouth to explain what his tongue could not.

"Surely you do not intend to go through with this!" Thorin said, his tone clearly scandalized. "Bilbo!"

"You asked me to show you that I have missed you and desire you still," Bilbo replied, his voice husky with desire. "Can you think of a better way for me to prove it to you, Thorin? Or is the problem that you no longer desire me?"

"Of course I still desire you, you foolish hobbit!" Thorin snapped. "I would have to be a dead dwarf to not desire you and I may still then."

"Then prove it," Bilbo replied. "I need this, Thorin. I need you. Will you deny me this?" Thorin sighed as Bilbo nipped the sensitive skin below his ear and felt himself begin to stir with desire.

"I can deny you nothing Bilbo," Thorin replied with a soft smile. "Just remember that I allowed this if I ever ask for anything that makes you uncomfortable."

"I will deny you nothing, either, Thorin," Bilbo replied as he began to undo Thorin's clothing. "You would never request something that would cause me lasting harm. I trust you." Bilbo's words about trust awoke something dark in Thorin and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to put them to the test. He wondered just how far Bilbo would allow him to go to prove his trust and vowed that if they ever managed to get out of this cell he and Bilbo would have to discover the limit. As it was, he allowed himself to lose himself in the touch of Bilbo's hands on his skin. Despite the hobbit's words about need and passion, his touch was gentle, exploratory and nearly reverent.

"By Eru how I have missed you, Thorin," Bilbo whispered placing gentle kisses along his neck. "Promise me that you will never disappear on me again."

"I promise it," Thorin whispered turning his head to capture Bilbo's lips once more and attempting to embrace the hobbit only to stop with another growl of frustration. At Thorin's words, Bilbo let out a needy moan and redoubled his efforts, passion fueling his touches once more and leaving burning trails of fire along Thorin's skin despite the cloth that was still between them.

After about ten minutes of this, Thorin had had more than enough. He hadn't needed much encouragement to desire the hobbit and Bilbo's touches had aroused him to the point that it was nearly painful. If he hadn't know that Bilbo did not have a malicious bone in his body Thorin would have thought that Bilbo was drawing this out on purpose.

"Please, Bilbo," Thorin panted out, "if you intend to do this, do not draw it out. And if not . . . can you please not touch me the way that you are. It is cruel."

"I'm not meaning to be cruel," Bilbo replied. "It's just that I . . . well . . . I don't . . . " Thorin had to laugh. It was not for torture's sake that Bilbo was drawing this out. He was not being a tease, he truly had no idea how to proceed.

"Don't laugh!" Bilbo snapped. "This is torture! I want you and you are right here but . . . I can't have you."

"Whatever is stopping you?" Thorin laughed despite Bilbo's order. "I have already agreed and . . . as you can see, I am more than ready and would like nothing more than to reclaim you as mine. Or . . . I suppose in a way you are reclaiming me as I am not truly in a position to do any claiming of my own." Thorin's eyes impossibly darkened with lust as he realized just what his bondage necessitated. Perhaps Bilbo had been on to something after all. For some reason the idea of the hobbit being the one to ride him . . . Thorin found that he wanted nothing more than to watch as Bilbo used his own fingers to prepare himself before penetrating himself with Thorin's cock.

"Oh this is hopeless!" Bilbo spat. "I . . . this was a foolish idea. I got both of us all stirred up and nothing will come of it!"

"There is one way this could work," Thorin purred, praying to whomever would listen that Bilbo would do as he suggested. He found that he truly wanted to do this. Here. In chains. With his hobbit.

"There is?" Bilbo asked, his frown disappearing under his eagerness. Thorin felt a smile of his own cross his lips. Even he knew that it had to be predatory.

"Yes," Thorin replied, his voice now a husky whisper, "you can prepare yourself. I must say that the idea of you touching yourself arouses me, Bilbo. Your own fingers sliding into your hole as you prepare yourself for me," Thorin moaned at the thought. "By Mahal, Bilbo, I would love to watch that. To hear you moan from your own touch as you imagine that it is mine. To watch as—"

"THORIN!" Bilbo squeaked scandalized in turn that Thorin would think such things, let alone say them! He prided himself on being an adventurous hobbit but that was a bit much even for him! "I-I ca-can't do THAT!"

"Why not?" Thorin purred again, leaning forward as much as he was able to nuzzle along Bilbo's neck, lightly nipping the flesh as he went. "I am sure that you have touched yourself before, have you not? Do you expect me to believe that in fifty years, with all the naughty things you have read and looked at that you have never once touched yourself? Never once experimented with a little anal penetration on your own. I would not believe it if you said so. You were not near surprised enough when I pressed a finger inside you. You have done this before, haven't you?"

"I-I have," Bilbo admitted swallowing hard in an attempt to regain his composure. "However I have never done so with an audience. I mean . . . masturbation is a private thing! Not meant to be done in public!"

"I am hardly 'public,' Bilbo," Thorin countered lust still making his tone heavy. "There is no side of you that I have not already seen, no portion of your skin that I have left untouched. I have had you intimately. Heard you moan as I took you. Heard you all but beg for more. Felt you contract around me when you found your own completion. What can you do that I have not seen, felt or heard? What will this hurt, Bilbo?" Bilbo tried valiantly to come up with an argument to counter Thorin's proposal but for once his quick mind failed him. What Thorin was proposing, while obscene, was not as objectionable as Bilbo wished it was. With hands that shook from both nervousness and lust Bilbo undid his own trousers and allowed them to fall to the floor. With a determined sigh, he held his hand out to Thorin. The king looked at him in question and Bilbo stared at him.

"Wet them," Bilbo commanded. "You're going to do some of the work, Thorin. You don't just get to sit there and enjoy this."

"I sincerely doubt that I will be the only one taking enjoyment from this, Bilbo," Thorin countered. Bilbo snorted and shook his head indulgently.

"Stop talking and wet them," Bilbo replied simply. "We do have to hurry. I don't know the guard schedule here. If we're caught in the act . . . well . . . I don't fancy spending the rest of my life here, do you?" Rather than be a sobering thought, the risk of getting caught only intensified the desire, the risk adding fuel to the burning flames of passion. With a nearly feral growl, Thorin took Bilbo's fingers into his mouth and began wetting them thoroughly—all thought of the fact that he had no guard save the elf that brought his meals fleeing from his mind at the force of his desire for the hobbit before him. When Bilbo was satisfied, he pulled his fingers free and took a deep breath before reaching around behind him. A small noise of discomfort marked the point where he breached himself.

"Bilbo," Thorin said, his voice little more than a low rumble in the darkness. "I would very much like to watch. If I cannot participate will you truly deny me a bit of voyeurism?" Bilbo moaned, a sound that was equal parts desire and frustration and turned so that Thorin could watch as he opened himself for the dwarf. "Yes," Thorin praised. "Just like that, my love."

"This is impossibly obscene," Bilbo protested a moan rising up his throat as he added a second finger. Obscene or not, Bilbo did have to admit that through his embarrassment there was a guilty sense of pleasure, almost as if the obscenity of it enhanced the act and only served to make it all the more arousing. There was something alluring to the obscenity. Something both forbidden and . . . Bilbo found that he loved it.

"Yes," Thorin agreed watching with hungry eyes as Bilbo's fingers worked. He could not quiet the growl that rose up his throat at the idea that soon he would be following the path of those thin, deft fingers. "Obscene. But you are marvelous at such obscenity, Bilbo. The sounds you can wring from yourself . . . I cannot wait until you and I have a chance to see just what kinds of noises I can force from you, my hobbit. Once we are properly clean and there are no limits on what we can do . . . I will pleasure you so thoroughly that your very bones will melt." At Thorin's words, Bilbo let out another needier moan. There was such carnal promise there that it almost undid him. Suddenly he needed the king inside him. Urgently. And this was taking far too long. With a feral sound, Bilbo turned just enough to accomplish it and thrust the palm that wasn't currently occupied into Thorin's face.

"Wet it," he commanded, a command that was more plea than order. Thorin smiled and locked his blue eyes with Bilbo's and deliberately licked along the palm of the hobbit's hand with a slow, languid stroke that caused Bilbo's eyes to fairly burn with desire. "Thorin," Bilbo moaned. "Don't take all day about it. Just wet the thing!"

"It's only a fair bit of turnabout, my burglar," Thorin replied before passing his tongue along the hobbit's palm once more. "This is only repayment for what you did to me earlier."

"Yes but mine was unintentional," Bilbo protested, pulling his hand away and hastily coating it with saliva himself before closing it around Thorin and stroking him. The dwarf moaned and Bilbo slowed his stroke, stopping just shy of the tip and slowly moving back down, working a third finger into himself as he did and spreading them almost aggressively to speed the process.

"That is not at all fair, Bilbo," Thorin argued as Bilbo repeated the action, tempting the dwarf with pleasure only to take it from him at the last second.

"It's only repayment, My King," Bilbo replied cheekily using the bead of fluid that seeped from the dwarf to help coat him. "But don't worry," Bilbo promised, positioning himself over Thorin and beginning to press himself slowly down. "I will not draw this out forever. I want you inside me too badly for that." Thorin moaned at both the sensation and the words, a needy sound that would have embarrassed him in any other situation but in this case had no effect on the king. He wanted to plead with Bilbo to hurry up, but he knew that this stage of things could not be rushed. This stage would take time. It took less time than he had anticipated and soon Bilbo was fully seated.

"By the gods how I have missed this," Bilbo breathed, leaning back against Thorin as he began to move once more, "how I've missed you." In response, Thorin bit the spot between Bilbo's shoulder and neck to muffle his own loud moan, knowing that such noise would surely draw attention to them. Bilbo let out a little mewling cry and only quickened his pace in response to the bite, the brief flare of pain only driving him to greater heights of ecstasy. He let out little whimpering, desperate moans as he rode Thorin, searching for the friction that would let him achieve his own release in addition to the dwarf's only growing more frustrated when he was unable to find it.

"Touch yourself, Bilbo," Thorin breathed in his ear, knowing what it was that his mate was searching for in vain. "There is no shame in it." Biting his lip in an attempt to remain silent, Bilbo reached forward and grasped himself firmly, stroking in time to his thrusts. It did not take long for Bilbo to reach completion, the stresses from the past week and his gratitude at finding his mate feeding into his lust and allowing it to peak quickly. He came with a startled cry as Thorin once more bit him as the dwarf's own orgasm pounded through him. They stayed like that for a few precious moments before sanity returned to them.

"Quickly, Bilbo," Thorin whispered urgently. "Dress yourself and put your Ring back on. Someone may have heard that." Bilbo's eyes widened in fear as he hastily did as he was told, not even bothering to clean himself in his haste. After some time had passed with no sign of anyone coming they began to relax once more.

"Thorin?" Bilbo asked quietly. The dwarf merely hummed in response. "You bit me," Bilbo accused. At the dwarf's laugh Bilbo swatted him with the back of his hand. "It's not funny! That'll leave a bruise, you mark my words. What on earth will the others think!?"

"Bilbo, you're invisible," Thorin reminded him. "None will see it. And where I bit you none should.