AN: I am so sorry for the delay in updating! My internet went down and real life reared its ugly head, but here we are now. There is smut in this chapter, so if you don't like it then I can at least say that you had been warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own, but I wish I did.
Italics are a flashback
Bold is Khuzdul
Bilbo awoke to a pounding head and a sore body. The headache he knew was from the Scumble he had imbibed the night before, the sore body was something new though.
As he shifting to a more comfortable position, his heavy blanket tightened around him slightly. Opening his eyes, the small man first noticed that he wasn't in his own room.
The second thing he noticed was the faint light filtering through the snow-covered window- at least the blizzard had stopped, he thought.
The third thing he noticed was that there was a heavy arm across his back, pinning him to the soft mattress.
He was sipping at his third glass of Scumble- no-one else had made it passed the second round- and standing on his last legs. As the powerful alcohol stripped inhibitions and loosened tongues, a party had sprung up.
Mead and wine were liberally passed around, the mounds of sweets Bilbo had provided were consumed with abandon and a few instruments appeared as if from nowhere. As the drunken band began to play at least three different songs at once, the men paired off and began to dance.
All-in-all, Bilbo thought, no party in the whole of the Shire could compare to the merriment of a smial full of happy and drunken Dwarves. A light touch on his shoulder made the small man jump slightly.
"Would you care to dance?"
Bilbo shifted himself around, managing to turn onto his side while still under the large, muscular arm. He was greeted by an immense expanse of hairy chest, the likes of which he had never seen in the Shire before.
Feeling something brush his thigh, the hobbit finally realized he was naked. And so was the man he was in bed with!
As he attempted to learn the steps of a simple dwarvish dance- simple when the participants weren't fall-on-their-asses drunk- Bilbo couldn't help the wide grin that stretched his lips everytime his partner had to steady him with a strong hand. Nor could he help his blush that darkened everytime one of them stumbled into the other.
Bilbo couldn't remember the last time he had laughed so much, or had had so much fun. Looking up into a pair of beautiful blue eyes that gazed down at him with there own mirth, Bilbo let the alcohol give him courage. Standing on tip-toes, he planted his lips on those of his dance partners'.
Laying still, Bilbo finally started cataloging his aches and pains. Most of them were situated below his naval and above his knees.
Turning his head upwards, he looked over the sleeping form of the first lover he had ever completely given himself to. As he looked on he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep this man, but he would enjoy these moments while he could.
As the two dance partners fell onto the bed- Bilbo couldn't quite remember the journey from the sitting room to the bedroom- they quickly re-found one-anothers' mouths again, the thick beard ticking the hobbit in new and exciting ways. After what felt like an eternity, and yet still not long enough, they pulled apart.
Panting, Bilbo rested his hand on the broad chest laying slightly above him; he had to slow this down. He couldn't take advantage of this man in his drunken state- no matter how much he wanted to. This was a Dwarf after all, having multiple partners- though somewhat accepted- was frowned upon. Most dwarves only ever had one lover in their entire lives.
He would not- could not!- ignore this mans cultural customs for the sake of his own desires.
Taking in the strong jaw, silver-streaked raven hair and relaxed countenance of the sleeping Dwarf King, Bilbo let himself smile a bit.
He didn't yet remember what had happened the night before- not after his second glass at least- but when it came back to him- it always did, but with a Scumble hangover it might take a couple of hours- he would cherish every moment.
Reaching up to brush a heavy lock of hair from his eyes, the small man froze. His fingers had made contact with a braid and beads instead of loose strands of hair.
"Thorin, we need to slow down, I don't want us to do anything that you will hate me for in he morning." As lust darkened blue eyes met his own, he felt his resolve waiver- Oh! How he wanted this Dwarf as his own!
"I could never hate you, my hobbit." Even as the deep voice sent shivers down his spine, the fact that it had been rumbling in Khuzdul made him all the more aware of the tightness of his pants.
Bilbo continued to try to reason out his point- even though it was a losing battle with his own body.
"Thorin. You are a Dwarf. Dwarves almost never sleep with someone who they have no intention of marrying. And you are a King as well, anyone you choose would become your consort. Even if we only spent tonight together, I don't-" The rest of his words were swallowed by a pair of surprisingly soft lips.
As Thorin made known his skills with his tongue, he also began carding his fingers in butter soft dark-blonde locks. As he pulled back, he let his eyes rake over the flushed and beautiful form of his hobbit lover.
"I am a Dwarf. And I am a King. None of that has stopped me from wanting you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. I want you in ways I have not felt since before the fall of Erebor." Pulling a few locks of soft hair together, he began to braid.
"And from everything I have seen of you since you welcomed me- welcomed us all- into your home, I do not believe I could find a more fitting consort; or find anyone who would care for my people more." Reaching to one of his own braids, he began undoing one of his personal beads.
Holding the braid he had plaited into the short hair of his- hopefully- soon to be lover, Thorin attached his bead.
"Bilbo Baggins of the Shire, Master of Bad End, I want you as my Consort." To say that Bilbo was shocked would be an understatement.
He had only hoped for a quick tumble, and maybe a cuddle, when he had kissed the Dwarf King during their dance. Now he was being offered a Kingdom! He had to try once more to inject reason into this mess.
"Thorin, you're drunk. I'm drunk. We can't do this..."
How was he supposed to say he didn't want this when he did? Not the kingdom, no; but Thorin. From the moment he had laid eyes upon the Dwarf he had been enraptured.
Looking back up at the man who was offering him everything he had to give, the last of his resolve and resistance broke. They could deal with everything in the morning, he decided, tonight would be just for them.
Pushing himself up, he brought their lips together once more- it may have only been a few minutes since their last kiss, but it felt like it had been far to long.
Holding the braid up so he could see it better, Bilbo gasped. It was a Courting Braid- and two beads!
The first bead showed the identity of the one who was doing the courting. This one was silver with an inlaid oak leaf made of emeralds.
The second- and more important- bead was the family bead, it was given once the courting was over and a marriage proposal was accepted. He had seen the Royal Seal of Erebor enough to recognize it here.
By wearing it, by Dwarven law, he and Thorin were now married; and dwarves didn't believe in divorce.
Bilbo lowered the braid and pressed himself into the warm chest of his... husband. As he let out a shaky breath, warm arms pulled him in tighter.
Thorin was awake. Did he remember saddling himself with a Hobbit for a husband?
As their kiss deepened, Bilbo lost himself in the sensation of strong, work calloused hands running over his too thin- by hobbit standards- body. When had he lost his shirt?
All thoughts and concerns about his lost shirt were forgotten when Thorin began to nibble at his neck- he was sure to have a mark there come morning.
His usually steady fingers fumbled with the fastening of Thorin's vest and undershirt. Once they were open enough to give access, he ran his hands over the hard muscles and soft curling hair hidden underneath. He had never felt hair on a chest before, it was incredibly erotic.
Just as he found a taut nipple to tweak, Thorin took a tentative nip at the tip of his ear. He was slightly embarrassed by how wanton he sounded, but he was too far gone to do more than push his head to the side and moan out his need. No-one had ever made him feel this needy before.
Thorin was feeling giddy. He was unskilled, he knew this; but Bilbo was being so responsive to his touch! Every hesitant caress was met by a hitched breath. Every exploratory nibble to sweet skin was followed by a delightful moan. It was far better- far more intense- than anything he had ever read about.
He had heard about the sensitivity of elf ears, and so he nibbled at the point of Bilbos' ear to see if his were as sensitive. Going by the reaction he got, he would need to say: yes.
Removing the last bit of clothing from his small lover, Thorin gazed down with admiration. This was no dwarf body- hard muscled, work worn and hairy. Nor was it an elf body- long, graceful and pale. This was a hobbit. And he was beautiful.
A tug at his sleeve brought him back to himself, looking into lust blown hazel eyes Thorin saw a hint of amusement.
"If you're going to stare then at least give me something to stare at too. You are wearing far too many clothes." Another tug at his sleeve and Thorin was pulling away, tossing his clothes to land wherever they may.
Naked himself now, he suddenly felt self-conscious. What if Bilbo didn't like his body? What if he was put off by the dwarvish body hair and dense muscles that no hobbit had? He couldn't imagine not having the small man now that he'd had a taste, but if Bilbo was repulsed he would take no offence.
Looking at the smaller man on the bed, the best Thorin could describe the look he was receiving was as hungry. Bilbo looked as if he was ready to pounce on, and devour him right at that moment! It was gratifying to say the least.
"Thorin, if you don't get back in this bed this instant, I will be very unhappy." Quickly climbing back onto the bed, the larger male lowered his body to press just right into the smaller males' to make them both cry-out in ecstasy.
Thorin began kissing the hobbit and grinding their bodies together in a rhythm sure to see them quickly to the end, he was almost there when Bilbo pushed him away.
"What? Why did you stop?" Had he hurt the smaller man?
"I need you." Bilbo said breathlessly, he had never before trusted anyone enough to give himself so completely; but with Thorin he felt he would never be complete until he had the large dwarf inside of him.
A thrill passed through Thorin at those words. Reaching for his pack, the dwarf pulled out a jar of ointment- it was meant for softening skin, but it would serve this purpose just as well.
Slicking up two fingers, he slid them underneath the small man while lifting slender hips up onto his thighs. Pressing his first finger in, he felt Bilbo clench up. Rubbing soothing circles on the hobbit's slight belly, Thorin attempted to relax him.
"It's alright, Bilbo; if you want me to stop I will. Just tell me and we can stop."
"No! No, it's just... I've never given myself to anyone like this before." Thorin bent over to kiss his little lover at that. He was fairly sure that Bilbo had far more experience than him, but to be the first to take the smaller man... there was no way Bilbo could become more perfect.
For his part, Bilbo was trying to get used to the feeling of being stretched. Kissing Thorin was a start, but it didn't fully distract from the fact that he now had two fingers inside of him that were not his own.
And then it happened, that magic spot found deep inside of every man was hit; Bilbo threw his head back and howled.
Pulling his fingers free, Thorin slicked up his hard cock and positioned himself. Pushing in slowly, he wanted to give Bilbo plenty of time to adjust- even if it was torture for him to go so slow- Thorin sheathed himself within the hobbit. Once fully seated, he waited for Bilbo to calm and let him know that he could begin moving.
The burn of being penetrated was sever, he almost couldn't do it. But he just had to look at Thorin, who was being so very careful so as not to hurt him, and he would bite his lip and try to relax some more.
Once his lover was fully inside of him- he could feel his muscles pulsing from being stretched for the first time- he began to breathe deeply and relax himself. Finally the pain abated and he was left with a curious and new kind of pleasure. Pushing his hips down slightly, the smaller man moaned at the new sensations flooding him.
Taking the needy moan as permission, Thorin began to move. The tight heat was overwhelming, and the lusty moans and groans Bilbo was making were not helping him any. He wanted to make this last, he wanted to make this as good for his lover as it was for him.
Bilbo was writhing in ecstasy, whatever pain he may have felt before was long forgotten now. With every thrust Thorin was hitting that magical bundle of nerves deep inside of him. He didn't think he would last much longer.
"Thorin! Please! I-I-I need to...!" Knowing just what his hobbit needed, Thorin took hold of the smaller mans' hard cock. It only took a few strokes and he had Bilbo screaming his name as he came. The clenching of already tight muscles pushed Thorin over the edge. With a shout of 'Bilbo!' he released himself inside his lover for the first time.
Thorin awoke with the first change of light in the room, he was slightly surprised to find himself on his back in a soft bed when the last thing he remembered was accepting a second glass of that apple drink.
Stretching a bit to relieve his morning stiffness- and thanking Mahal that he was one of the privileged few that didn't suffer from hangovers- he halted his movement at the feel of a soft, warm body beside him.
Turning on his side to face his bed partner, the Dwarf King was surprised to see a very naked Bilbo laying next to him. With a blush he brought the blanket up to cover them both as he only then became aware of his own nakedness. Once modesty was restored, Thorin looked at the sleeping hobbit and froze.
Why was Bilbo wearing a courting braid? And that was one of his beads! What happened last night? While running a finger over the braid, memories from the previous night came flooding back to the confused dwarf.
Him dragging Bilbo from the dance floor. Undressing the small man. Kissing him. Touching him. Loving him. He also remembered how- despite his own obvious lust and arousal- Bilbo had argued against their actions and tried to preserve Thorin's Dwarvish honor.
Tracing a finger over the sleeping mans' face, Thorin could not now imagine waking up at anytime without this amazing man next to him. This Hobbit was a man that any King would be proud to call theirs.
With this in mind, Thorin removed one of his pair of family beads and attached it to the short braid just under the first. Having now bound himself to the hobbit for the rest of his days, Thorin only hoped that Bilbo felt the same about him as he did for the small man. Laying an arm across his hobbits' back, the dwarf waited for his husband to wake up.