Disclaimer: I don't own The Hobbit or any of J. R. R. Tolkien's works. Everything belongs to whoever owns them, my wishful thinking aside.
Authors Note #1: This is my first time dipping my toes into Tolkien's Hobbit/LOTR's universe, so this is more of an experiment than anything else. I appreciate any and all feedback/constructive criticism you have to offer. The main pairing in this fic is Dwori (Dwalin/Ori) with a secondary pairing of Bagginshield (Thorin/Bilbo) for flavour.
Warnings: Contains spoilers for 'The Hobbit' and 'The Desolation of Smaug' if you squint. This is set in an 'everyone lives' style AU. Expect canon appropriate violence, mature language, minor mention of body image issues, age difference, discussion of injuries, timeline? What timeline? Characters being adorable little shits, dwarvish courting rituals, slash, and – oh yeah – smut.
Untraditionally, Yours.
Chapter Two
Ori choked against his lips, mewling with indignant pleasure when he nipped his way inside. But even then, his mind was racing. He'd played this moment over a thousand times; he'd considered every option, every angle. And yet, now that he had him, he was suddenly at a loss as to what he wanted to do first.
Luckily for him, Ori seemed to have no such qualms.
Because before he could make up his mind, the lad reared up, pushing him back against the headboard until he had a lap full of squirmy skin and ample hips. The lad was quick to press his advantage too, with his strong legs firming around his waist. It pressed their cocks flush together – the burn enough to set them both groaning, separated by less than a millimeter of rough-spun cloth apiece.
Mahal! He was going to-
Ori arched against him, pressing open mouth kisses across the ruined curve of his ear, gentling the scar tissue before an eager tongue flicked against a silver stud. He jerked, over stimulated as the youngling had the nerve to snuffle a laugh into the base of his throat.
"I meant what I said Mister Dwalin, I mean to know you, all of you," Ori thrummed, voice pleasantly rough, scratchy around the edges in the way youths were often prone to as he combed his fingers through his beard. And quite suddenly, Ori's voice wasn't the only one in danger of breaking.
"Dwalin," he corrected. "No mister, not for you," he growled, cursing Dori and his fondness for manners as his cock jumped at the idea. Reminding him that he certainly wouldn't be opposed to the lad calling him that when they were-
Heat flushed across his cheeks.
He surged forward, upsetting Ori's perch and sending him tumbling, arse over tea kettle. He took him down into the sheets with a rumbling snarl - throat deep and feral. Swallowing the taste of the lad's startled squawk, claiming his mouth until the warm tartness of arousal flooded back.
He rolled Ori beneath him, pressing him down into the mattress until the linens bunched up around him. He leaned, down, inhaling as Ori murmured something, something about wanting to touch before nimble hands started running down his sides. He held back on voicing his pleasure as the sharp points of Ori's nails raked across his skin, contenting himself with a bit of exploring of his own as he nipped at the younger's neck, forcing him to bare it before he buried his face into the curve.
The youngling's scent was… well, it enough to drive him mad. All warmth and softness with just a hint of bitter salt, an edge that was tempered with far more gentle things than he figured he had the right to name.
"That's it lad, give it up," he urged. The springs on the bed – their bed – were groaning as Ori lost whatever composure he'd been hanging onto and thrust himself in to his waiting palm. He closed his hand around the man's prick with a grin, smug as the boy's lashes fluttered. Gasping aloud despite the fact that he'd done nothing more than give him a gentle squeeze.
Ori's eyes were slitted, face pleasure wrecked as the usually shy dwarf forgot himself. Ori was lost to the sensation as he thumbed the head of his cock, lingering on the tip until a blurt of pre-come slicked it, making the lad groan as he used it to wet the slide. The idea that he was Ori's first was almost staggering. That he'd chosen to give him this gift, that he'd-
A rare curse exploded from Ori's lips - enough to tear his attention away from the task at hand. It allowed him to watch as the lad's mouth dropped open, thrusting hard into the curl of his fist in a way that caused every roll of his hips to grind against his own hardness. It was a rough shot slide, slow but harsh in a way that sent his senses reeling.
He gnawed on the inside of his cheek till red flowed across his tongue.
"I-I want…I want-" Ori started, shuddering into the curve of his neck as he tweaked the younger's nipples, pulling such a sound from deep in the man's throat that he almost regretted his answer, wanting the lad all to himself.
"Take your pleasure then, have me," he urged, overtaken by the sight as Ori moaned, thighs quivering as he pushed himself further into his lap until he was straddling him. The lad's pert arse rubbed against his breeches, still barely unlaced, now a vice around his aching cock as the youngling moved atop him, desperate, searching for friction.
He breathed hard, concentrating on stroking the man with a steady hand as Ori hit his stride, all awkward confidence and pleasure overwhelming that of uncertainty. It was charming, in an innocent sort of way; exactly the type of thing that had attracted him to the dwarf since the beginning.
"Oh, I- oh!"
He gritted his teeth, hips moving restlessly, unable to stop himself from meeting the lad's thrusts as the candlelight flickered. It sent shadows wisping across Ori's skin, strong yet delicate as darkness hid in the dips and hollows. It reminded him of the mountain at dusk, a singular point upon which the dying light fractured. It seemed fitting.
He hooked the lad in by the neck, bringing him down for a searing, open-mouthed kiss as Ori moaned into his lips. The muscles in the lad's arms were bunching, tensing as he strained towards his peak, almost overshadowing the small frown that puckered between his brows.
He swallowed, hard. The picture of crumbling self-restraint as Ori whimpered, a mewl, a plead. It was more a smattering of empty sounds than actual words. But he understood it all the same. More.
His palm, callous-ridden and gnarled, tightened around the lad's prick, trying and failing to reign himself in as he added a curve to the upstroke. Ori's back arced like a bowstring, nails sinking deep into the span of his shoulders. Because in all honesty, all he could think of was how pretty the youngling would look, pinned and squirming on his cock. Or how he would grab him, yanking him backwards, pulling and arranging him how he saw fit before he rode him to completion.
He wanted to hear the dwarf sing for it. He wanted to know what the man looked like, trapped underneath him, around him, fluttering like a butterfly with a pinned wing. He wanted to know what the man looked like split and snug around his cock, hole pink and slick with both of their release as he traced a thumb round the rim, delighting in the noises – the heady moans and delicious purrs of sound until both of them were-
His mouth went dry, swallowing the tail end of Ori's pleasured cry when he realized he'd been speaking aloud, giving voice to his thoughts as they came to him the entire time. But far from being embarrassed or put-off, Ori just gazed up at him, sloe-eyed and unfocused as red flushed high in his cheeks. Rapt and all but undone.
Ori liked it, he realized. He blinked, half-shocked at his own loss of control as he ground himself up against the lad in earnest now. He liked hearing what he was going to do to him, what he wanted when-
He wasn't sure which of them were more surprised when their pleasure hit as one. And in all honesty, the entire mountain could have been on bloody fire and he wouldn't have fucking cared.
So, yeah, apparently it really was love.
Balin was never going to let him hear the end of this.
A/N #1:Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think! Reviews and constructive critiquing are love! – There is more to come, stay tuned!