Summary: Deals with Kíli are never as simple as he makes them seem.
Giggling softly as Kíli spun you into his arms, you tried to give him a stern look. "Prince Kíli," you said as firmly as you could manage, "while this is fun it isn't productive."
He gave you a grin that had you melting. "It's dancing," he responded. "It's supposed to be fun."
"It's a formal gathering of the clans and you have to be able to perform the proper dances."
Rolling his eyes, he scoffed. "Proper dances. Those two words don't belong together."
They certainly didn't when they applied to the younger Durin heir. Even when he hadn't had anything to drink, he saw gatherings as a chance for fun and revelry. It only got worse when he added alcohol. You had danced with him more than once in those situations and knew how much passion hummed under his skin, just waiting to burst out in any way it could.
You tried not to shiver as you recalled just how passionate he actually was. You really didn't know how you had caught his attention; maybe you had agreed to too many dances. Maybe he'd had his eye on you the whole time and you'd never noticed. But one night, the dancing hadn't stopped at the celebration and you had experienced the fire and desire that burned inside him.
He wound a lock of your hair around his fingers and gave a gentle tug. "I'll make you a deal," he said when you looked at him.
Wariness filled you. His deals were never good and usually landed you both in trouble. More than once you had been forbidden from seeing him again, but he always found his way back into your life and there was nothing your parents could do about it. But you had learned to approach these deals with a degree more suspicion now that you knew him better.
His lips curled in a smile as if he knew what you were thinking. "I'll do all the proper dances with all the lasses I don't want to dance with and not embarrass you or my uncle," he said, lifting your hair to kiss it, "if you come with me right now without protest."
Alarm replaced the wariness. Without protest? Meaning that whatever he wanted to do was definitely going to get you both in serious trouble. "Kíli-"
"Yes or no?"
You bit down on your lip. This had bad news written all over it. As if his dancing eyes weren't clue enough, the simple fact that he wouldn't say where he wanted to go was a clear sign of how much trouble this would cause. But Dís had asked you to ensure that Kíli behaved during the gathering, as if you had some control over her wild younger son.
"He listens to you, dear. Of course he listens to the rest of us, but it's different with you. He goes out of his way to make you happy. I've never seen him act like this before."
"But I really don't do anything!"
"Well whatever you are doing is working."
Staring at him, you knew you had no real choice. You doubted that he'd cause a scene at the gathering, but you couldn't take that chance. "I hate you," you muttered.
He grinned at you and stole a kiss, knowing you didn't mean it. "That's my girl," he said, letting go of your hair to catch your hand.
Your heart started pounding as he led you from the sitting room. What trouble was he going to get you in this time? You were scared to even consider it.
The house was quiet, all of his family out attending to their business. It had been the best time to try to get him to focus and it hadn't worked. Instead you'd agreed to yet another deal with him. When were you going to learn? But you had such a hard time refusing him. He'd throw that grin at you and more kisses than you could count and you'd crumble. You were such a sucker for him and you could secretly admit that you loved the thrill that came before you got caught and trouble followed. But you'd never tell him that because it would just encourage him.
Confusion trickled through you when he led you upstairs. You'd never actually been up here. It was where his family's private rooms were and was off limits to most. "Kíli?"
"No protests."
"I'm not, but where are we going?"
He tugged you closer and looped his arm around your waist. "I realised something the other day," he said as you walked. "I haven't been a very good lover."
"I wouldn't say that," you murmured, purposefully misunderstanding him.
He smirked at you. "I meant, I've seen your room how many times now and you haven't seen mine? That isn't really fair."
But it was easier for him to sneak into your room than the other way around. Not that you'd ever consider sneaking anywhere in this house. No one would think to invade the royals' privacy like that unless they had a death wish. Yet here you were with Kíli, heading to his room. "I don't-" You stopped when he looked at you. Damn him and his deal.
"It's fine," he assured you. "No one will know and I want you in my bed."
Your heart thumped at the thought. Silently you could admit you were curious about his room…and you wanted him to take you in his bed too. You blushed at the thought but it wouldn't leave you. He'd had you countless times in your room and several places throughout the city but not anywhere in his home. It was…oddly arousing.
When he came to a door, he paused and looked at you. The wicked spark in his eyes did not bode well for you, but a rush of heat filled you. Whatever he had planned wasn't going to be something you forgot anytime soon.
He pushed it open and tugged you inside. The door shut swiftly behind him and a squeak left you when you were pinned against the wood. "K-Kíli?" you murmured.
Desire was blazing in his eyes and he tipped your head back to kiss you. His lips were firm and demanding, his tongue slicking over your lower lip before curling around yours. You whimpered as he pressed against you, his arousal obvious as his erection pressed against your stomach. He growled as your hands fisted in his hair, his own moving down to cup your ass.
You were drowning in pleasure as he teased you. It was always like this when you were together. His passion was like a summer storm, fierce and untameable. To be the focus of it was mind numbing and left you weak afterwards. But he was highly addicting. The more you had of him, the more you wanted.
Wordlessly protesting as he pulled away, you struggled to open your eyes as he kissed the tip of your nose. "Kíli?"
"I love seeing you like this," he said huskily. "I love that I get to watch as you come undone."
For how much he liked teasing you, that wasn't surprising. Letting your head thump back against the door, you tried to regain your breath. It was hard when he was watching you hotly and licking his lips.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time," he said, his voice rough.
"Have you never brought a girl to your room before?" you asked, your own voice soft.
Kíli shook his head. "Never liked one enough to even consider it. None of them could ever keep up," he added quietly.
A warm feeling fluttered through you and you rose on your toes to kiss him quickly. "I want to see your room," you murmured.
His lips quirked slightly and he stepped back from you. "Be my guest."
The first thing you noticed was how clean it was and that surprised you. It wasn't that he was an overly messy person; it was more that it didn't seem like something he would concern himself with. But the room was spotless. The bed was covered in dark fabrics and a thick bearskin rug. Books were lining the mantle above the fireplace but you were too far away to see their titles. Tapestries hung on the wall and thickly woven rugs were covering most of the stone floor.
Absently wandering the room, you let your fingers trail over the fur. You couldn't help a shiver as you thought about how that would feel against your skin as Kíli pressed you into it. You glanced over your shoulder at him, seeing him leaning back against the door. "It's truly a kingly room," you murmured.
He chuckled softly but didn't say anything and kept watching you with a predatory glint in his eyes. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was the picture of a prince without a care and the entire world at his feet. But he was watching you like you were the only thing in his world that he cared about.
The smirk on his lips grew as you licked yours. Blushing, you turned to finish looking around the room. You were drawn to the desk, the massive piece of furniture dominating one side of the room. You didn't read any of the documents lying on top, not willing to invade his privacy like that.
A frown crossed your lips as a name caught your attention without it meaning to. You tried to ignore it, but your curiosity got the better of you. Brows drawing together, you leaned a little closer, not believing what you were seeing. "Thorin," you said softly, your eyes flicking to some of the others.
All of them were addressed to Thorin. Why would Kíli have letters for-Your eyes flew open wide as everything clicked. "This isn't your room!" you gasped, spinning around to face him.
His lips curled further.
You stared at him, horror clutching you. "Kíli, what are we doing here?" you whispered.
He pushed away from the door after a moment of watching you. You backed into the desk as your heart began pounding at the look on his face. "I told you," he said lowly. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."
You squeaked as he put both hands on either side of you on the desk. "Kíli, it's your uncle's room," you said in panic.
"I know."
He couldn't be serious.
Kissing your cheek, he murmured, "Been thinking about it a lot lately. Thinking about you even more."
Trembling as he kept kissing your face, you tried to think of a protest but they all got stuck in your throat as he kept kissing you. He was serious. He was actually serious about this! "We can't!" you squeaked.
His chuckled made your bones melt. "Who's going to know?" he breathed.
You would! "Your uncle," you hissed. Thorin seemed to know everything that went on in the city, especially where his nephews were concerned. He would know!
"Only if you tell him," he purred, closing his mouth on your neck to suck on you.
Your fingers curled into his tunic as your eyes squeezed shut. Your heart was pounding in your chest as he moved closer to you. He was throwing off so much heat you could feel it through his clothes and you knew his skin would be nearly burning when you got to touch him.
You gasped as he lifted you onto the desk, parting your legs to settle between them. Moaning as his hands came up to cup your breasts, you arched into him despite your panic. You couldn't help it with him. "You're going to get us killed," you whispered.
"We'll be fine," he said between kisses. "Trust me."
"I hate you," you moaned, tipping your head back.
He chuckled again and you felt him tugging at the front of your dress. His mouth never left your skin as he left sucking kisses everywhere he could reach and no doubt red marks you wouldn't be able to hide.
Jerking when his fingers brushed over your nipples, you hissed softly as he pinched you. "Don't you dare," you growled.
He pulled away from you neck to give you a wicked look. "Don't I dare what?" he purred, jerking your dress down so it was around your waist and tangling your arms in it. "You did agree, remember?"
"I didn't agree to be killed!"
He had the nerve to laugh outright at you. "Thorin won't kill you," he said confidently. "Because he's not going to find out."
You certainly weren't going to say anything, but you weren't so sure about your prince. He would surely tell Fíli because he told his brother everything and-Your breath caught when he closed his lips around your nipple. "Kíli!"
He let you go with a wet pop that made you blush and lifted a brow. "Normally, I love you screaming my name but if you don't want to get caught you might not want to."
Glaring at him, you muttered, "Then stop."
"Nope," he said, sucking on you again.
Teeth digging into your lower lip, your hands gripped the edge of the desk as pleasure blazed through your veins. It easily overtook your fear, pushing it aside as his wicked mouth worked on you. Your head fell forward over his while you trembled and shook.
Kíli's tongue swept over your nipple, ringing and flicking over the tight bud. His hands were stroking your sides, his calloused fingers making you shiver as they whispered over your ribs. His thumbs rubbed against each of them, small circles that made your blood burn. They slowly moved further down and pushed your skirt up fully around your hips.
When his blunt nails raked over the inside of your thighs, a whimper left you in response. Your toes were curling in your boots as he trailed them up higher, anticipation filling you. You jumped when his fingers brushed over your underclothes. A growl left him as you slipped out of his mouth and he shot a glare at you. You didn't even care, too focused on the fingers lightly rubbing you.
"Look at you," he said lowly, "sitting pretty on your king's desk, flushed and panting. Just waiting for your prince to claim you."
"Shut up!" you gasped.
"It's true. You want me to rip these off and take you right here."
Your heart skipped a beat but you shook your head.
Kíli laughed darkly and his fingers hooked into your underwear. "I don't believe you," he murmured.
You didn't help as you lifted your hips so he could pull the cloth off of you. When he stepped back so you could close your legs, you missed his warmth and nearly tugged him back to you.
His hands came down on your knees, his thumbs rubbing more circles on the soft skin there. He was patient as he moved them up, massaging and stroking your thighs. You parted them without thought, squirming at his slow pace.
Why did he have to tease you this time? Why couldn't it be fast and hard so you wouldn't get caught? Why-Moaning, your body shook as he finally ran his fingers over the wet flesh at the apex of your thighs.
"So wet for me," he growled huskily, one finger skimming around your entrance. "You really want me to take you right here, don't you?"
You shook your head, whimpering as his thumb found your clit.
"Pretty, little liar," Kíli breathed, flicking your clit with each word.
You just wanted him to take you so you could get out of this room! "Are you going to?" you whispered.
"Mm, no," he said slowly, sinking two fingers inside you.
Your back arched as he stretched you and your hips pushed against him. A trembling gasp left you as he began thrusting them, leaning forward to kiss you as he did. His tongue curled around yours, pleasure sparking under your skin as he teased you.
Struggling with your dress, you tried to focus past his touch to get your arms free of it. You wanted to touch him, to feel his heat. When you got one hand free, you abandoned your efforts and reached out to him. His growl when your fingers tugged at the laces of your trousers rippled over you and his hand moved faster.
Your thighs squeezed his hips as your fingers shook. It was hard to concentrate and you almost didn't get his pants open. But you did and your hand slipped in to wrap around him.
Breaking the kiss with a curse, Kíli bucked into your touch. You saw his jaw tense as he clenched his teeth and his forehead bumped against yours. "Ah, fuck," he gritted out. "You're playing dirty."
Hardly. Playing dirty would be slowly stroking him, rubbing your thumb over the head of his cock. You smiled as he shuddered when you did just that. "My poor prince," you murmured, voice catching as he touched your clit. "If you aren't going to take me on the desk, what are we doing here?"
Kíli lifted his head and stared at you with glittering eyes. "Desk has too much stuff," he grunted, rocking forward into your touch.
You were trembling and panting softly for air as he kept pumping his fingers into you. "And?" you whispered.
His head tipped back, the muscles in his neck straining. "And," he repeated, "I've had enough time to know exactly what I want."
Before you could wonder about that, his hands left you and latched onto your hips. He scooped you up and spun around, making your arms and legs wrap around him. "Kíli, what-" You gasped when he pressed you into the fur blanket on the bed. "Here?!"
"Yes," he purred, covering your body with his.
You both shuddered as his erection brushed against you. "Mahal, Kíli, we're going to die."
His eyes were so very dark as he met yours. "Then we'd better make it worth it."
You cried out as he thrust home, your legs tightening around him. OH, this was so wrong! But you didn't stop him as he started thrusting. Your eyes squeezed shut as he moved on you, deep groans leaving him with each push into you. One hand tangled in his hair and jerked him down blindly. His lips mashed into yours, the kiss hard and desperate.
Trying to meet his thrusts, you felt your pleasure soar. You were wound tightly from the trepidation of being caught and the desire he created in you. It wouldn't take much to send you over. And judging by the way he was shuddering above you, he wasn't going to last either.
Your heels dug into his lower back, your body arching. His tunic was rubbing over your nipples, making them ache for the wet warmth of his mouth. You broke the kiss, gasping shortly as you shook. A whimpering protest left you as he attacked your neck, leaving wet kisses and stinging nips in his wake.
"You're squeezing me," he groaned in your ear.
Muscles tensing at his words, you tried to move away when he nibbled on your ear.
"You feel so good," Kíli growled. "Tight and hot."
A soft wail left you. He really wasn't…Oh, he was!
"Make me come," he purred, tongue flicking out. "I know you want to."
Your hands slid to his shoulders and pushed, but he didn't budge. His breath caressed your ear and neck, scalding your skin even as the rest of your body burned with lust. "Oh," you gasped suddenly as your muscles quivered.
"Yes," he hissed, hips bucking into yours.
Throwing your head back, you screamed as you orgasmed. Your back arched off the bed and he pushed you back down. His dark laughter passed over you as your hands jerked at his tunic while you writhed. Bursts of pleasure exploded within you, making you tense and weak all at the same time.
You kept your eyes shut as he thrust hard into you, his body working him to his own end. Husky growls and guttural moans fell from his lips as he shuddered and slammed home.
You felt him shake harshly before a deep sigh left him and he relaxed on top of you. Your hands slid around him, toying with his hair as your heart pounded. You couldn't believe you had done this. You were still floating on bliss, but worry was starting to poke through. "Kíli…"
"That was amazing," he whispered.
Your lips curled at the satisfaction in his voice, but he sounded sleepy. There was no way you were sleeping here. "We should go," you murmured.
"Sure, but I can't feel my legs."
You laughed softly. "I'm serious."
"So am I," he grumbled.
Rolling your eyes, you sighed softly. The fur did feel amazing on your skin and you just wanted to wrap yourself in it. Maybe Kíli would actually show you his room after this and you could see if he had his own fur rug you could get lost under. The desire faded when Kíli tensed and lifted his head to stare at the door. Oh, Mahal, no.
For a moment there was no sound but then you both heard boot scrape on stone.
Kíli jerked away from you, standing and fixing his clothes. When he held a hand out to you, you took it and he pulled you off the bed. "Damn it," he growled, looking at the state you were in. there was no way to fix your dress and get out of this room without someone seeing.
Your eyes flew open wide when he pulled you across the room and opened the closet. "You can't be serious," you hissed.
"Shh!" he said shortly, pushing you in and following.
As he closed the doors, you heard the main door open and your heart stopped. Kíli wrapped his arms around you, pressing your face into his chest. You clung to him as all manner of horrible deaths ran through your head. You knew it was Thorin that had come into the room and surely he could hear your pulse screaming through your veins in fear. Thankfully, your soft gasps were muffled in his tunic.
When the sound of paper shuffling met your ears, you prayed you hadn't messed up the desk too much. Oh, why had you let him convince you to do this? You knew he wasn't going to make a scene and embarrass himself or his family! Why did you always give into him?! You suddenly realised Kíli was shaking against you. Glancing up, you glared at him when you saw he was trying not to laugh.
He grinned, the thin sliver of light coming in making the gesture sharp. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips to your ear and murmured, "I love you."
Well, you didn't love him right now and if you lived through this, you were going to kill him.
A/N: Oh, boy did this take off on me. But I definitely like it. The original prompt was sneaking in somewhere they shouldn't be, but the problem was what place was off limits enough? In talking with a friend, we agreed the war room wasn't enough. Then we both realised Thorin's room was perfect. And of the two brothers, Kíli is the one to do something like this. But can he keep it to himself and not get them killed? That's the real challenge right there! So hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!
Note: Prompts are closed now. I keep getting Fíli ones and I've gotten so many of him already. I don't want to lose interest in the guy so to save my sanity they're closed for now.