AN: I do not own any of the characters or places in the hobbit, they belong to Professor Tolkien and he would kill me for how I have corrupted them.
Tailor.
Dori hummed as he worked, a smile on his full lips and a sparkle in his eye. He enjoyed his work and when he was creating for someone he cared about then it was all the more fun. He did hope his One would enjoy his present. He looked up and caught sight of said dwarf through the door leading into the kitchen of the house they now shared. He swallowed as he realised the miner's braids were undone and he was dressed in only his light linen under trousers. His eyes greedily traced the dark lines of tattoos that covered his One's back and disappeared under the waistband of said trousers. Even after thirty years Dori would never get enough of Bofur's body. He loved to run his fingers through the now silver streaked dusky hair, and the sounds it got him if he tugged it just right. He loved to trace the lines swirling over the pale skin with his hands, his teeth, his lips and his tongue almost as much as he relished the breathy sigh it got him. He watched as his One stretched and licked his lips as the muscles made the tattoos dance. Silently Dori pushed his work to the side and stepped around the table. He had months to finish his anniversary gift to Bofur, right now he wanted the miner's sweet kisses and the feel of downy skin under his fingers.
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