A/N:

Hellooooooooooo. Missed me? Liar no you didn't lmao ?

Anyways, HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE! (she said then forgetting to write this until christmas, not posting until Valentines day)

So to preface this, be warned, very warned, as the description said, this is unashamed smut. Gay smut to be specific. Between a hobbit and a dwarf.

Problem with that? Close the tab, or go find another fic. I put warnings in the description for a very good reason, so people would know what they were getting into. This is going to be your final warning before the fic. So lose all hope ye who enter here.

On to the fic. To elaborate on the description, this is set after Smaug was killed, and before the Battle of the Five Armies. Thorin is almost incapacitated with dragon sickness, and is being driven mad in his search for the Arkenstone.

Bilbo, worried for his closest of his first friends, is searching the libraries with Balin, trying desperately to find a way to snap Thorin out of it, while concealing the Arkenstone from everyone.

Balin starts reminiscing about Thror (apologies if I constantly typo that name as Thor ?[the true typo ended up being Thori XD]), and gives Bilbo an unconventional and most likely insane idea to calm Thorin down long enough for Gandalf's return and hopefully with a cure.

And to answer the question before it's asked, no I don't have an end plan. All I have planned is gay smut. I may figure it out later if enough people enjoy the story to want to see how this goes.

The other question to address is the dwarven language. I understand that Tolkein dwarves don't typically speak Italian, but on the word processor I use, dwarvish runes don't transfer except as an image, which this platform can't use, like website links. So the dwarves are now Italian, and I can and will make that a running joke, bite me

You PSA for today: if you find a dragon hoard, please let your local dwarves know. Explore responsibly! ALSO USE A CONDOM IF YOU'RE DOING ANAL, NO MATTER IF IT'S HOMO OR HETERO, PLEASE DEAR GOD 'genuinely feeling ill at the thought` also, use lube. Cause. Ow. everyone will hate it otherwise. Only reason we don't use it here is 1 lube doesn't exist and 2 dragons DO exists so like, I can say one doesn't need lube for anal in this universe, cause there are DRAGONS FLYING AROUND

Also if the tone changes randomly in certain spots, I was drunk. Listen, I am not good with sexual things, and tequila is the only thing that helps ;;. BUT ALSO DRINK RESPONSIBLY, DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE YADA YADA YADA

Anywho, ENJOY!

THANK YOU TO OUR BETA READERS!:

TRIGGER WARNINGS: sexual talk, sexual acts, bondage, spanking, whipping, talks of gruesome death, sex sex and more sex, slow burn, vague irritation at how the author spends about five thousands words pontificating about how they're in love with a dwarf instead of giving the promised smut, porn without plot but many words, humor to deflect from sex

If any of these topics bring you psychological harm, please take caution when reading, or not read the chapter at all. If you choose to continue to read after reading the warnings, all liability falls on YOUR shoulders. Please be careful reading.

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Bilbo jumped at the sudden snapping noise and looked around in a panic before sighing in exhaustion. Just Balin closing a book a bit too aggressively.

"Anything Balin?"

The old dwarf shook his head sadly, "Nothing more than just descriptions and warnings, and a list of dwarves who fell prey to dragon sickness before the time of Smaug."

Bilbo set the book in his hands down, "Still better than what I've found."

Balin looked up, "What did you find?"

"I found that I know less dwarvish than I thought."

The dwarf chuckled a little bit. Must have been the first time Bilbo had seen him laugh since that night in Bag End. One would think he would be happy to be in his homeland again, the dragon slayed, quest completed successfully.

That would be what one thought, if not for Thorin. He started changing the moment he stepped inside the mountain. Such was the power of Smaug's hoard, infected by his greed and darkness. It seeped in through the cracks of the mountain, and it took a hold of Thorin in his desperation to reclaim the mountain and the Arkenstone.

The Arkenstone.

It seemed to get heavier in his pocket every time he thought of it. Or was that Bilbo's guilt, wrapping around his throat like a hand, making him wary of every little noise that echoed through the abandoned halls.

Bilbo started as a hand suddenly waved in front of his eyes.

"You alright there laddy?"

He ruffled his hair, "Yeah, yeah. Fine. Just… worried about Thorin. Worried about us. And the Lake-men. Just, worry overall."

Balin nodded with a sigh, sitting down across from Bilbo, "Aye lad, much to worry over…"

The dwarf looked over to the small fire they had started in the hearth, shadows flickering across the walls.

"Balin, are you absolutely sure there's nothing we can do? I- you said Thorin's grandfather came down with this sickness, right?"

"That he did."

"What happened? Was there anything, anything at all that calmed him?"

Balin nodded softly, "Don't get your hopes up laddy… while Thror had a method that stayed him at times, it didn't stop it, just lessened it for a time. It only ended with him on that day, when we were driven out."

Bilbo took a breath in, rubbing his face, "It's still something. We can stall for time."

"Stall for what? The longer this goes, Thorin will get sicker."

"Gandalf. He must know something. He's a wizard after all. He has to know a way to bring Thorin to his senses."

Balin chuckled softly, "And how long will that be? Days, weeks, months, a year? And what if he doesn't come at all. He wasn't part of this party, he said so himself. And now that the quest is over, who says he will return to us."

"I don't know, but we have to have hope, right? We have to try something at least." Bilbo leaned forward, "Balin, please. You care about Thorin probably the most out of any of us. You said Thror had something to help him. You said the Arkenstone would make him worse, so what can we do?"

The dwarf sighed and took off his glasses, polishing them, "Only one thing helped Thror stay his madness in his final days in Erebor. One dwarf that is."

"Wait, someone was able to stay the sickness?"

Balin nodded, his face both grim, but nostalgic, "Aye, the Queen, Gruneabyrn. She was a wonder that woman. She crafted many of the instruments in the mountain. It is said she was thin, so thin one could mistake her for a stunted elf with her golden hair."

"What happened?"

He leaned back in his chair, looking back to the flames, "There is a phrase the dwarves have. Quando i Veri si incontreranno, le stelle canteranno di gioia. When the True Ones meet, the stars will sing in gladness."

"True ones?"

"Oh, it's an old fairytale. I'm sure hobbits have something similar. A tale of a love so true it moved mountains and skies."

"I don't know if they did. I don't think so. Tell me more please."

"The tales describe it as soulmates, a bond for life, and magical, but those don't exist laddy, not in real life. A Vero Uno was born of a connection that was already there. Connection forged through friendship, heated by the forges into love."

"So Gruneabryn, she was Thror's Vero Uno?"

"Yes. Before the sickness took hold, everything he did was for his Queen and their son. She could do no wrong to his eyes, and everyone who had been cruel to her in the past, saying things about her heritage, since her mother died in childbirth, and her father had gone missing, they were all punished, and Gruneabryn made sure it wasn't severe, bless her heart."

"So when he started getting the dragon sickness…"

"Aye. He trusted none, not his kin, his friends, his people, no one. Except Gruneabryn. She stepped up in those days, calming Thror down from his anger, running the mountain in his stead."

"But what happened to her when… that day?"

Balin bowed his head, "When Smaug came, she was leading the evacuation of our people while Thror tried to battle the beast. She called back the warriors to protect the people, and ran to his side. Thror, blinded by his sickness, was almost killed by the dragon, but was thrown out of the way by Gruneabryn. Thror and Thorin watched as Smaug devoured her, and that is when Thror's madness broke. When he lost everything. Thorin managed to save him and drag him outside, but he didn't reach the Queen in time that day."

"That's… I… I don't even…"

"It's okay laddy, it was many many years ago. But do you see why there is no hope? We are alone in this mountain, and Thorin never had a connection with anyone but his kin, and those in this mountain. And he no longer trusts us, or listens to us."

Bilbo blinked, and looked up, "He listened to me. Just for a moment, he listened, and he seemed like himself again."

Balin sat up in a hurry, "What, how?"

Bilbo pulled an acorn from his pocket, "He wanted to know what I had in my hand, and I showed him, and he seemed like himself for a minute. He even smiled."

"Really?" he sat back in his chair, "Maybe there is hope for him yet, we just have to coax it out of him."

The sound of something metal being thrown against a wall suddenly started echoing back to them.

Balin sighed, "That will be Thorin. We should go to him."

Bilbo bit his lip, "No, you stay. There may be something buried in the shelves here, and I can't read dwarvish yet. You'll have a better chance of finding something without me distracting you, and I might have a better chance of calming Thorin down."

Balin rested his hand on Bilbo's shoulder, "Alright, but please be careful lad."

Bilbo patted his hand, "Don't worry about me Balin, everything is going to be fine."

He ran out of the room quietly, following the sound of destruction until the hall opened up into the majority of Smaug's hoard. It was so quiet. Deceptively quiet. Unnervingly quiet.

Bilbo shrieked as a goblet suddenly flew from behind a dune of gold and bounced off the wall right next to his ear with a clang that reverberated through the area.

Coins started clinking and Thorin rose up to the top of the hill of gold, staring at Bilbo in…. It's actually quite hard to place the expression. His eyebrows were furrowed, but it was difficult to tell if he was angry, or just startled at his sudden presence.

"What do you want?"

Bilbo blinked and cleared his throat, "Well, we could start with maybe stop throwing the cups around? Please?"

"I am your-"

"You're not actually. Last I checked, you didn't rule over the Shire, and I wasn't a dwarf. And the contract said nothing about me moving here. So, no, you're not my king."

Thorin and Bilbo both froze in place and stared each other down. He probably shouldn't have been that bold with him. There was no telling what Thorin was going to do now.

He sighed, "Thorin, I'm-"

His words got cut off silently when Thorin's hand was at his neck suddenly, pinning him to the nearest wall, knocking the air out of him with a squeak.

"Th-Thorin?! What are you-"

He held a finger up to Bilbo's lips, effectively quieting him with embarrassment.

"That's enough out of you."

Bilbo spluttered, confused, flustered, his heart beating faster than when he faced Smaug. How odd.

"I-"

"Shush."

"But-"

"Shhhhhh"

"Thorin-"

"No."

"Oh come on, you can't seriously-"

Thorin suddenly silenced him again, but this time with his lips. Bilbo squawked in surprise, his hand grabbing at Thorin's chainmail, curling into a fist. This was NOT the plan. What was the plan?!

Truth be told he had marched in here with no plan at all, just an insane hope that maybe he could be to Thorin what Gruneabryn had been to Thror. But if he was, that meant something quite different than what he was expecting.

And honestly, what had he been expecting? To show Thorin a leaf, and to ramble about something until Thorin stopped threatening to throw cutlery at them all?

If he had known what was going to come from entering the mountain he would have begged Smaug to eat him then and there.

But with Thorin's hand slipping under his shirt and snaking up his side, would he have really taken death by dragon over how warm he felt right now, Thorin's beard tickling his neck as wet, open mouth kisses trailed down his neck.

"Th-Thorin-"

He leaned back and looked down at Bilbo, his pupils dilated to an extreme, "What's wrong vero uno?"

He blinked in confusion as Thorin leaned over him. Had he always been that much taller than Bilbo, or was it just because of the way they were leaning together on the wall? Also, what did vero uno mean? He could tell it was something in dwarvish, but he hadn't learned that particular turn of phrase yet. But from how Thorin said it, and that little sparkle in his eyes that was so different from the previous shine that was in it, he had to assume it meant something special.

The breath in Bilbo's lungs left in a sudden burst when Thorin's hand slid lazily over his stomach, tracing circles over the waistband of his trousers. There was a sort of heat burning in his stomach, following the path of Thorin's finger. It felt like a fire, branding his skin from the inside out, and Thorin's finger was a salve, healing him, but as soon as he was gone, the burn was back.

Was this a side effect of dragon sickness? That when they touched someone the heat of a dragon's fire would fill their body, and only their touch would sway the flames. The heat kept building and building inside him, and it was making existence harder. Bilbo's breathing kept getting unsteadier, ragged, and heavy, mind clouding, lost in the rhythm of Thorin's fingers on his searing skin.

Thorin leaned in slowly, whispering right below his ear, lips trailing at the sensitive skin connecting Bilbo's neck and ear, "I ask if something was wrong, cuore mio, vero uno."

There was a broken noise, like a groan, or a moan, or some combination of the two, like the sound a dying soldier made on a battlefield as he bled out. He distinctly heard Thorin chuckle, and gasped as teeth suddenly bit and pulled at the skin on his neck.

"You make such sweet sounds, cuore mio."

Had that guttural noise been himself?! It was hard to focus as the heat in his body became more and more all consuming. Another of those primal noises left his throat as Thorin's hands slid down over his trousers, knuckles brushing against a certain art of him, making him lurch.

It had never felt like that before. Well, he had read that certain acts would feel good, but he had never felt this way about… anything, or anyone. He was told that he would settle down with a nice hobbit lady, have a nice happy life in his home, and raise a family together.

But he never cared about any of that. In his childhood, he would run to play with the elves, and after he grew up, he just didn't like anyone. No friends, all family save for his sister perished, and no one that ever caught his eye.

So how did this rough, stubborn brute of a dwarf draw him from his safe and warm little hobbit hole with just one inflamed and passionate speech about home, and honor? And how did he always make Bilbo want to stay? No matter what insults Thorin had thrown at him, no matter how much he said Bilbo should just go home and be safe instead of being on an adventure he didn't belong to, Bilbo always wanted to stay here, at Thorin's side, helping him get home.

But Thorin was home now. He could go home himself, this wasn't his world, his life. And he certainly wasn't a dwarf. He could VERY easily just start his journey home. So why did he stay? Fear of being alone on the treacherous journey? Or was it because he wanted this to be his world, wanted this to be his life.

He missed his hobbit hole, but something told him he would miss the dwarf right in front of him. And if he kept letting Thorin touch him and play whatever game this was with his body, he would never be able to leave. Only in death could he leave.

Bilbo let out a breath, relaxing against the wall, looking up at Thorin calmly, who reached a hand up, cupping Bilbo's cheek.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, but I've made my decision."

"And what decision-"

Bilbo decided to take a turn with interrupting Thorin, leaning forward suddenly, wrapping an arm around his neck, bringing their lips together again, the tiniest hum that had no tune leaving his body. Thorin growled, pushing Bilbo more into the wall fiercely, claiming his mouth in the kiss with a passion that made Bilbo's back arch, another of those moans coming from his body, but muffled and silenced by Thorin's lips now.

Thorin's chest was moving in a rhythm against Bilbo, lips melding together in a mind numbing pattern, their hearts beating together, a rhythm to a song only they knew. It was intoxicating, and the world melted away beautifully.

It was a peaceful, quiet existence, but somehow loud, fiery, and passionate. He never wanted to come up for air. Another groan left him as his chest was suddenly washed in cold, the feel of fabric slipping off his shoulders and back barely there.

Then, their skin connected. Heart beat to heart beat, flushed and sweaty skin melting together, long faded scars passing over fresh, still healing marks. For the first time in his life, Bilbo felt whole, which was odd, since he had never known something was missing until this moment, and now he couldn't get enough of it, and needed more, right this instant.

Fingers were tangling in his hair when there was a loud crash of metal and the sound of a cascade of coins falling down over a mountain of coins followed, making the two of them come up for air and whirl to face the noise. Bilbo locked eyes with Kili as he stood there with his brother, mouth agape in shock. He suddenly became severely aware of the fact that he was shirtless, neck covered in marks, face flushed and wet from Thorin's mouth, pants painfully thigh for what had to be literally the first time. He didn't even know his dick could get that big.

Fili spluttered for words while Kili's face twitched. Fili elbowed his brother, who, like a burst balloon, suddenly erupted into raucous laughter. It was a deranged, losing one's mind laugh.

"Right, uhm, yeah, I'm just going to take this one and uhhhhh…" Fili grabbed his brother and dragged the howling lunatic from the room in a hurry, leaving Bilbo and Thorin alone again in the unnerving silence of the room of gold.

This time, it wasn't as silently, his own panting seeming to fill the entire room. Thorin had his back to Bilbo, hair falling loose from it's updo. Tears threatened to sting his eyes. What had he done?! Thorin was his dearest friend of the whole company, and he had gone and done this… Thorin must have realized what a monster he was, and was coming to terms with it, or planning how to execute him. Or maybe he was so disgusted he was at a loss for words.

His throat threatened to close up, his voice cracking, "Thorin-"

He turned around in an instant, and was holding Bilbo close to him, head buried in his neck.

"It's alright vero uno. It's alright. There is no need for tears while I am here."

Bilbo started to choke on all the emotions that welled up in his throat, wrapping his arms around Thorin in turn, resting his head on Thorin's bare chest, listening to his heart beat, closing his eyes.

How could he doubt Thorin? All of the company was to be trusted, of course, but Thorin could be trusted with everything. He nuzzled Thorin's chest, taking a breath in. How in this long abandoned kingdom did Thorin manage to smell like wood smoke, amber, musk, and dew? Gandalf may have been a wizard, but Thorin possessed the true magic.

He squeaked as Thorin suddenly, and quite literally, swept Bilbo off his feet.

"Thorin?!"

"It's alright cuore mio. Don't worry. We just need to leave this place. It's too public. Only I should get to see you like this."

Bilbo blushed as Thorin carried him through the halls. A stray thought passed through his mind that this was absolutely absurd, what was he doing? But he shoved it away. This felt right, and he wanted to stay right here in Thorin's arms, as long as it meant Thorin stayed this calm, and they stayed together, for as long as possible, in whatever way Thorin would allow.

Thorin kicked open a door, and they were in a grand bedroom, lit by a singular lantern. He dropped Bilbo gently on the bed, closing and locking the door. As the lock thunked into place, something in Bilbo thunked in time. There was truly no escape now, no way out, no going back.

But was that really what he wanted at this point?

Thorin was suddenly on top of him again, his lips melding with Bilbo's again, their hands snaking around each other like vines up a lattice balcony. They moved in tandem like one, or like how the company had fought in battle, like minded, trained together for countless years.

It was perfect. Or so he thought until the constricting feeling against his dick was suddenly removed, cold air circling around his legs, and his engorged member. But that wasn't true perfection apparently, as Thorin sat above him and peeled his own clothes off, then lowered himself, melding their skin together like it was always meant to be like this.

But he had left the crown.

Bilbo looked at it as Thorin kissed his neck, then gently grabbed it and threw it aside on the bed. Thorin looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

He panicked for a moment, then grabbed Thorin's face gently, kissing him, "I love you, not some crown. Also, it was distracting me from focusing on you."

He did his best to put on innocent eyes for Thorin, who kept looking down at him calmly. The real reason Bilbo had thrown the crown aside was so Thorin could stop focusing on it, and maybe try to separate himself from the dragon sickness. But he was telling the truth. He didn't care about the crown at all. It was Thorin that was making his heart beat this fast.

"All right cuore mio."

Thorin leaned down and went back to kissing the length of Bilbo's neck, nuzzling and licking each bite mark he left. He groaned and squirmed under Thorin, hands massaging all of his back that he could reach. He shuddered as the tips of their cocks brushed against each other. A few more spasms traveled down his spine as Thorin's tip trailed down his shaft.

When the books said it would feel good, he hadn't expected it to be this good.

A guttural moan left him as Thorin's hand swept over his stomach, fingertips trailing dangerously close to where his shaft connected with his body. A tiny thought swept into the forefront of Bilbo's mind that he should be making Thorin feel as good as this, and not just laying there accepting this. He let his hand trace their way down Thorin's musculature to his stomach and lower and lower until his hand was wrapped around Thorin's cock.

It was thick, and hard, and just generally perfect and right in his hand. He ran his hand from the base to the bottom of the head, getting a feel for it, but it only took a few strokes for Thorin to gasp, and grab Bilbo's hands and pin them above his head.

"Naughty naughty, vero uno. What should I do to punish you?"

He gulped, member throbbing like it never had before, eyesight wavering as he tried to focus in on Thorin and not every single little feeling he elicited in his body. Then, Thorin let him go, and got off the bed, turning his back and walking over to a great dresser. Bilbo watched as he walked away, hating that his warmth was no longer gone, but also completely enjoying the view of Thorin's back. And his ass. He had to admit that was mostly what he was focusing on.

But of course who wouldn't? It was a spectacular ass. A ripple of jealousy rippled through him at that thought. Had others seen that ass in this way? He hoped not, wishing that only he got to see Thorin like this, as only Thorin got to see him like this. There was a clink of metal and Thorin turned around, holding chains in his hands.

"Thorin?"

He smirked, walking closer slowly, looking Bilbo up and down leisurely, like they had eternity here in this room. It certainly felt like it. Thorin knelt on the bed, grabbing Bilbo's hands gently, chaining his wrists together, tying the chains to a post on the headboard, leaning back to admire Bilbo's body spread out like a feast for him on the bed.

His breath trembled, cheeks burning only slightly less than the fire that was burning in his stomach and throbbing cock. Thorin traced his fingertips down his chest and stomach, swirling around the base of his shaft.

"Greedy greedy boy… did you want even more of me than I was giving?"

Bilbo felt himself nod, but Thorin leaned down, whispering against his ear.

"Say it."

He choked slightly, but then stuttered, "I- Y-yes. I want more of you, so much more. All of you, until I can't take anything more."

The fingertips against his skin was driving him insane, and it was all he could do to not buck into Thorin like a horse in a pasture during the spring.

"Beg for it."

"I-"

"You heard me cuore mio. Beg me for all that I can give you and more."

Thorin's fingertips were tracing up his cock and Bilbo moaned, the words falling from his mouth mindlessly.

"Thorin, Thorin please. I need you, all of you, everything, more, please-"

Not exactly the most eloquent he'd ever been, but as long as Thorin stayed right next to him, he would give up every fancy word in existence. The breath left his chest in surprise when Thorin suddenly flipped him over onto his stomach. What in the world was he doing?

Bilbo looked over his shoulder as Thorin got up again and left the bed, walking back over to that stupid cabinet. He sat up, turning to see what was going on so he wouldn't break his neck.

Thorin turned around, something in his hands, locking eyes with Bilbo.

"What is-" he choked on a squeak as a thin leather strip fell from the end of the stick in Thorin's hand, "Thorin, what are you-"

Thorin held it up, narrowing his eyes at it, "Now, what was the…" he flicked his wrist a certain way and a massive crack filled the room, making Bilbo yelp and fall backwards from the shock.

Thorin was over him in an instant, holding him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." he sounded so apologetic, "I forgot it would be that loud."

"I'm fine, I was just startled." his foot moved along the bed, and his toes brushed against the whip handle, sending a cold shiver down his spine.

More trembles shook Bilbo's body as Thorin crept kisses up and down his neck again. He felt like there was never going to be enough air in his lungs to survive what was next. But if he did die of suffocation from this, at least it would be in Thorin's arms. Any death right now seemed trivial to the fire that burned inside him, stronger than whatever flimsy summer breeze Smaug gave off.

Thorin's lips suddenly connected with his chest, and Bilbo's back arched up into him.

"We still have something to discuss, vero uno…"

Bilbo blinked rapidly, trying to focus. Thorin was talking. Might be problematic if he didn't catch what he was saying if he was lost in the fog of what Thorin was doing.

"Y-yes? What would that be?"

"Well, I do need to punish you for being naughty." the strap of leather drifted across Bilbo's stomach, making him gasp, "But I'm not sure if you can handle it…"

Thorin's eyes were sparkling with some sort of mischief. Was he being coy and teasing him? How rude. He had survived trolls, orcs, goblins, and had single handedly saved the entire company from Thranduil in the woodland realm. Of course he could handle whatever Thorin decided to do.

Bilbo must have been making a face, as Thorin started laughing, brushing hair from Bilbo's face, "You have the most adorable pout. I take it you want to try?"

He nodded, watching Thorin's face as he leaned forward.

"Very well. Now… how many is enough for you, do you think?" Thorin tapped his chin, faking thoughtfulness, "Would you say five of each, or ten of each?"

Of each? Just what was Thorin planning? Whatever it was, surely he could handle it.

"Ten."

Thorin raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure cuore mio? It may be too much for you, especially in the second half."

Bilbo wrinkled his nose, "I'm stronger than you think."

He smiled softly, leaning down and whispering, "That I can see." and then kissed him again.

It felt like an eternity, but then Thorin was rolling him back over onto his stomach. It was time to see just what Thorin was planning. There was rustling behind, and he turned to look, but Thorin's fist was suddenly in his hair, keeping his head still.

"Two rules. Nod if you understand them."

Bilbo nodded, waiting for him to keep speaking.

"1, there will be only one thing you can say during this, otherwise, you can't say anything, or move your body away from me, understand?"

He nodded again, Thorin's fingers pulling gently through his curls. It was quite a…. Nice but new feeling.

"The only word you may say is a word that you must use only if you can't handle it anymore, and I will stop entirely. Do you understand?"

Bilbo let out a breath, nodding.

"Alright." the finger slipped slowly from his curls, "Your word is il mio re."

"What does that mean?"

Thorin chuckled, his hand resting in the small of Bilbo's back, then leaned down and whispered, "It means my king."

That snarky bastard. He still loved him despite that. Thorin leaned back,tracing his hands down Bilbo's spine, making him shiver, but the movement slowed as Thorin's hands stopped on his ass.

Thoughts were racing through his mind, but there was nothing to them. Like a rushing current in the lake, thats all that was in his mind as Thorin kneaded his ass cheeks gently, feeling them up, moving them around in a circle, pulling them apart and letting them come back together with a slap of skin. It felt odd but good, his hands were so warm, but he was doing all he could to not giggle at the whole situation.

After all, this was inherently ridiculous, wasn't it? Had someone told him when Gandalf showed up that day a year ago that not only would he be running from his house after Thorin, but would end up right here, like this, with Thorin, he would have laughed them out, and called them insane.

But here he was. Getting his ass fondled by Thorin Oakenshield in a castle in a mountain after besting a dragon.

It was strange, but that was truly what was happening, wasn't it?

A gasp left him when Thorin's hands suddenly left him, and there was a sting against his body combined with a whip crack. But it wasn't that horrible. In truth, he barely felt it when you took into account the fact that his body was burning up from want of whatever Thorin was going to do next, and the fact that he was probably taking it easy on Bilbo.

He wasn't exactly disappointed or angry in that fact, if anything, he was grateful. It would make this faster. There was another crack, another sting, and the rhythm repeated again. With every new strike, it left more and more of an impact on him. Since nothing else was happening, his thoughts drifted momentarily. This stung, like what the goblins said his sword did. But Sting brought death. He doubted quite much that if Thorin used Sting on him, it would feel like this.

But of course, it would be quite illogical to use a sword on him during this sort of act, yes? After all, it wasn't like he wanted Bilbo dead…

His thoughts suddenly blanked when another strike landed on him and a moan escaped his throat with a shudder. How many lashes were they at now? It had to have been ten at this point, yes? He shifted his leg slightly, trying to make his almost painfully engorged cock less crushed by his body, and noticed something wet and sticky on the blanket. Was that blood?! No, Thorin would have stopped if Bilbo had started to bleed, right?

There was a final strike, and then Thorin shifted in the bed behind him, leaning down over Bilbo's back, kissing along the stinging strips of skin. His face twitched when he felt something poking at his cheeks. Oh. That was his cock, wasn't it? Was he about to…. He didn't actually know what could happen next, but he desperately wanted it, wanted Thorin to do anything, if only it would get rid of that burning ache.

He squeaked as Thorin's cock tapped against his inner thigh, hard and wet. Then, his back arched as the tip slipped in betwixt his cheeks, the length sliding up in between them. This felt perfect. Still strange, but almost perfect, and even more so as Thorin started to move, drawing his length and tip up and down between his crease.

Bilbo moved his body in tandem with Thorin, and heard him moan. Finally. He was feeling everything he had made Bilbo feel now. They kept moving together, and Thorin leaned over Bilbo, his breath hot and trembling against his neck. After what felt like an eternity of them moving together, Thorin sat up again, pulling himself out from Bilbo with a sighing groan.

"Are you ready for the second half?"

Bilbo blinked in confusion, forehead leaning against the blankets. There was still more? Hadn't he done that already? He still nodded in agreement. Was it more lashes? That had been easy.

He squawked in shock as a slap of skin resounded through the room, combined with a stinging. Oh. oh no. the second half wasn't lashes. It was spanking.

He stopped another yelp from leaving him as Thorin's hand connected with his skin on the other side, then again on the opposite, alternating with strong hits on either side. His body shook with each impact, the feeling seeming to sink down into his bones and emerge as a stronger throb in his desperate cock.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, and with each hit, the stinging was amplified. And it kept getting stronger and stronger with each connection. But as the strength of the stinging amplified, so did the burning and throbbing in his body.

And finally, at last, Thorin slapped his hand down and left it there, making the burning in his ass cheek grow and grow without even moving.

"Are you alright cuore mio?"

Bilbo nodded, gasping for breath, tears stinging and blurring his vision. Thorin moved Bilbo a bit, setting him on his back a little aside from where he was, and after a moment, started laughing, sounding slightly relieved.

"Well, I am glad this lesson didn't go to waste."

Bilbo moaned as Thorin's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him up and down. It didn't help with the burning, only making it stronger as he arched his back slightly, raising his hips up into Thorin's hand.

"Oh, you are just desperate for me, aren't you?"

All he could do was nod, watching Thorin through half lidded eyes.

"Tell me, vero uno, just what do you want me to do to you?"

His throat felt dry and hollow, like he had never spoken a word in his life, but he heard a broken voice say "anything and everything", feeling his chapped lips move with the words.

Thorin leaned down and was kissing him again, hands running down his sides, but there was a buzzing in his head at this point, making it hard to focus on anything. Thorin was all he could think about, his everything.

He was flipping Bilbo right back onto his stomach, but holding him upright, in a kneeling position. A shudder and tiny moan left his body when he felt the tip of Thorin's cock poking at his ass again. If only he would stop beating around the bush and just do something already.

He started ever so slightly when Thorin pushed forward, the tip resting right against…. Why in the world was he there? That was not an entrance! But it quickly became one as Thorin slowly pushed his length slowly past his virgin hole. Thorin hadn't looked this big when he held him in his hand, but he certainly felt it now as somehow he kept pushing more and more of his hard, thick length in. A shudder wracked his body as a wave of pleasure coursed through him when the tip of Thorin's cock brushed against something inside him.

After what HAD to be an eternity, Thorin stopped, their thigh skin melding together with sweat and heat. Bilbo had never felt this full. It was… different, but he liked it. A lot. Thorin rested his head in the crook of Bilbo's shoulder, nose pressed against the skin.

Then he started to pull out. Another wave of pleasure coursed through his body when Thorin's tip brushing against that one spot again. But before he fully left, he pushed back into him, faster than before, making him shake. And then it was happening again, even faster.

Their breathing got heavier and louder, mixing in with each other, a series of resounding slaps filling the room. All conscious thought left Bilbo's head, everything in existence just focusing on one thing, Thorin and what he was doing. They were moving together perfectly, like the machines downstairs. It was perfect, just right, and please never stop.

Only seconds must have passed, but for all either of them cared it was hours, days, years. They were stuck in a loop of pleasure and each other. He suddenly felt a tingling in his balls. Like with everything this evening, it was something he had never felt before. It was like a swirling, itching, swirling feeling inside his balls that spread from there and out, curling around his bobbing cock.

The feeling kept getting stronger and stronger, creeping up his spine, then into his brain. Thorin's thrusts got stronger, and less rhythmic. Their breathing was ragged, and heavy, tinged with moans.

The feeling crept around his body, occupying everything. It felt like he was on a razors edge, the feeling not growing, just staying put, the buzzing filling his ears until all he could hear was his own heart beat. Then, all of a sudden, the feeling flung him off a cliff, a scream echoing in his ears as his body convulsed like he was hit with lightning, then falling limp to the bed, Thorin fallin on top of him.

They stayed together like that for who knew how long, holding each other before Thorin moved Bilbo onto his side, wrapping his arms around him, resting his forehead on his back. Their breathing slowly returned to normal, and everything was warm, humid even. Bilbo's body was sore, especially in his ass. Mostly in his ass.

"Bilbo?"

Thorin's voice was soft, softer than it had ever been from what Bilbo could remember.

"Yes?" his throat was sore. Had he been the one to scream?

"Stay." Thorin's arms tightened around Bilbo's waist.

"I will."

And he meant it.

A/N

I would just like to state for the record this fic made me have a breakdown in the middle of writing it. I was trying to think of a somewhat sexy medieval word for pants and ended up screaming pantaloons.

I am not good with smut. Or romantic esque things.

I mean I'm good at writing it, I just can't handle it.

Anyways, yeah, this is unedited, I'm not gonna make someone read this garbage pile to point out editing mistakes. And this can be a one-off, but if people want more smut/lore/interactions sure. I'll make it. But I'll leave it as is until requested by one or more people.

Hope you enjoyed?