Hello, dearest raders, sorry it took me a while, but next chapter is almost done too.

Just a warning, this one and the next chapters are mostly smut, but not without plot. Actually, there's a lot of plot there. If you're not comfortable with physical expressions of love, you can simply leave this story now, knowing that the people who loved each other in this story, will continue to love each other.

Bilbo was drunk. The wedding party held in honour to Fíli and Nina and to Kíli and Tilda was magnificent, to say the least. In the Shire they would say it rained drink and snowed food, and it would have been a poor comparison. It was not just the amount of food and drink, but it's variety and quality. If he thought about the meager feast the once-upon-a-time Laketown mayor bestowed upon the Company, it was ridiculous.

But it was so much more than a party, a celebration of marriages and alliances and commitment… It was hard to Bilbo to pinpoint it, but he felt there was something deeper there, something that could change fates, who knew? First time in history that dwarrow and human race joined that way…

And then Dís swirled into and out of his arms, tiny silver bells braided into her hair and beard an exquisite music to his addled brain, and her laughter…

Her laughter was Thorin's laughter, or were both of them laughing? And did it matter, when Bilbo himself laughed too? How could he not, when encircled by the warmth of the dwarrows he loved most in the world?

And then he was not in the huge feasting halls, nor in any corridor, and it wasn't his own chambers too, and…

"Bilbo? Are you with us…?"

He saw a flash of doubt in Dís' eyes, and all he wanted was to erase it form there, even as he leaned into Thorin's broad hand cupping his face. He wanted her to be certain of him, he wanted to give her solid ground to step on, he wanted…

Bilbo wanted. And Dís should be sure of it. He took in a deep breath, trying to clear his head enough for his words to be taken seriously.

"I am. Or, I wish to be. With you." He drifted his eyes from her to look at Thorin. "With you. This is all I want."

Thorin's lips parted, as if to drink the hobbit's words, and then worry took his eyes.

"We must be sure you agree to what we're proposing you, because we are not doing it lightly, nor are we prone to go back after we take the first step of such a journey."

"Bilbo is not like most Shirelings, nadad." Intervened Dís. "I've seen him, and them, in his natural habitat, far longer than you."

"Aye. But we travelled half Middle-earth together and…"

The hobbit's sobriety fought claw and tooth to surface, because how could he allow the dwarf of his dreams to believe he was not in love with him since… well, not day one, because being called a grocer was really not appealing, but, at least since the troll shaw, when said dwarf gallantly deposed arms and clothes to save his life?

"Oh, Thorin, you didn't give me much opening to express whatever I felt along that journey, did you?"

"Erm..."

"So, why are you doubting my agreement to whatever you are talking about now?"

The darkening of the dwarrow's eyes spoke volumes and distracted the hobbit from whatever was being said. Things were getting serious, apparently.

"What are you agreeing to, Bilbo?"

"I…" The hobbit closed his mouth and opened it again a couple of times, like a fish. "What am I agreeing to?"

Dís' voice whispered in his ear, her lips barely touching his earlobe.

"To us…"

Thorin's beard tickled Bilbo's jaw when the king came closer to mumble in his other ear.

"To being shared…"

Realization downed on Bilbo like a rock thrown by a stone giant. They wanted it too! It was overwhelming. Yet…

He wet his lips, searching for words to describe how he felt.

Desired.
Wanted.

Beloved.

Never in his life did he feel so desired, and his body reacted accordingly, making his trousers too tight. His breath hitched, in a fight or flight pattern, adrenaline making him ready for anything. And he wanted it. Everything.

The Baggins of Bag End fled from his consciousness. His Tookish side took charge.

"Yes. I agree. I want it. I want you both."

Dís bit her lower lip in anticipation, and Thorin let out a breath he wasn't aware to be holding. Their hobbit agreed. A night of discovery was set in front of them.

"So… What comes next?"

He was curious, never being part of such constellation. He tasted the water of both sides of the river, so to say, but never both at once.

"What would come next if you were alone with me?" Asked Dís, softly. Her lips were tempting, always had been, those full rose petals amidst a soft downy beard. He gave in to temptation and kissed her. Her mouth was as sweet as he imagined, lips slightly open inviting his curious tongue in. He obliged, tasting her mouth as he wanted to taste other parts of her body.

His hands played in her hair, pulling pins to lose the elaborate hairdo she wore along the day. In a way, she felt it like being undressed, both for how her scalp was sensible to his touch and because of the symbolism it held. It was more than touching her hair, it was making it free. And so, it was making her free.

Dís moaned, enjoying the exquisite sensation of the halfling's mouth exploring hers, fresh and full of savour. Soft little bites showed him there was more to taste than he probably expected, and Bilbo was rapturous to follow her unsaid suggestions. The air was getting hotter, as their bodies demanded.

"Am I behaving properly?" Bilbo asked, and Dís laughed. He tried to fix his question. "Is this what you want?"

"Aye. And more."

She leaned forward and began to unbutton his clothes, coat and waistcoat and shirt, and Bilbo couldn't for the life of him understand how his many layers of clothes disappeared with no trace, yet the air around him was always hotter. A warm breath at his neck explained most of it. He must have said something, because Thorin's voice whispered close, so close to him once again.

"There's firewood in the hearth, enough to last the night and a day. Wine and liqueur and tasty bits are in Dís' personal larder, so none outside us must be bothered to tend to any need we may have. Is it enough for you, my burglar?"

The hobbit threw his head back, as if to complain to the Powers about what was happening to him, but his game was cut short by Thorin's strong chest supporting his back and the dwarrow's hands tracing the sides of Bilbo's torso. How could he complain, when his own hands wanted to grab Dís's breasts over her chemise? Actually, he wanted something else, under her chemise…and Thorin's hands on his body too.

Yet, the dwarf who stirred his Tookish side deserved more than the thoughts he wasn't able to translate to words.

"Just one of your smiles would be enough, Thorin Oakenshield."

The King under the Mountain fell silent. Bilbo, the hobbit, his burglar, grabbed him by the heart with just one phrase. Again.

Dís smiled at him with an undecipherable expression. Weird as it could sound, Thorin knew that Halfling would be the end of him. And he was glad.

"Where should my smile touch you? So I wouldn't feel like… unwanted..."

Bilbo let one of his hands play with the body behind his own, glad to feel the king's shirt was untucked from his waist enough for him to find the dwarve's skin. The other hand cupped Dís' chin, allowing pressure where he nuzzled her face, drowning in her scent. What he did to her, it was the least he wanted Thorin to do him.

"Anywhere. Everywhere." Dís nipped his right earlobe whilst her brother did the same to the left one, making Bilbo go crazy. "Please!"

"Hmmm. Hungry little thing, isn't he?"

"That he is, sister mine."

"How much, brother mine?"

"Enough to eat his own body weigh in a day, one would suspect."

"Then we'll have to teach our hobbit there is plenty, won't we?"

"Absolutely!"

The playful exchange was made between well placed kisses and provocative little bites all over Bilbo's face, arms and torso, when some of the words felt ugly in his ears. He stepped aside, lifting his hands as if to ward him from their touches.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

The dwarrow stopped at once, visibly worried.

"What is it, Bilbo dear?"

"Did we hurt you?"

"No, I…" The halfling rubbed his forehead, trying to clear his thoughts, to find the right words as his arousal left him. "It just occurred to to me… No, I actually knew it, I just kind of conveniently forgot, and now I was reminded and… No, that's not exactly the truth, but…"

"Bilbo, you're not making any sense."

"That's usual when his mind runs faster than his mouth can comply."

"Did you see it happen before?"

"Lots of times on the journey, sure."

"And how…"

"Can the two of you just stop talking for a moment, if you please?"

The dwarrow silenced at once, almost surprised to see their favourite halfling stomping a foot to mark his point. It was most endearing, in their opinion.

"Thorin. Dís." Bilbo bowed to each one in turn. "I might sound conservative, even prejudiced, but, erm, I… I don't know how things work in dwarrow culture, but, hum, among we hobbits…" He scratched his head, looking down at the most interesting details of his own toenails. "We don't, you see, we don't do, no, maybe this is not the right wording, we hobbits don't…"

"Bilbo." Thorin's placed his strong hand on the halfling's shoulder. "Spit it out."

So he did as asked. Stuttering, but he did.

"How can it be you, y-you, you and, a-and, and Dís are, a-are siblings and we're to, to, to, t-t-t-o share the same…?"

Dís rolled her eyes form side to side, entertained, and held his hands in her own.

"Bilbo Baggins, my lovely fiancé, you're worried about incest? Because of me and my brother sharing the same bed?"

The poor hobbit felt his face getting redder by the second at each of her words. A nervous nod was all he was able to offer as an answer.

"I was right in choosing you, Bilbo dear." She said, caressing his face as if enchanted by his eyes. "One to be so worried about my, about our integrity. But I swear to you, beloved hobbit, that despite me and my dear brother having the same tastes, and having learned to share what we love, Thorin would rather die than to touch a finger to me without respect."

Bilbo looked at each other in turn, looking for reassurance. Thorin, out of anything the hobbit could expect, knelt in front of him. He took Bilbo's hands in his own, touched his forehead to them, and looked up with his sapphire eyes promising truth.

"This I swear to you, Bilbo, my burglar: I would not, for the life of me, touch my sister in any instance that not that of care and worship of the daughter of my parents and the mother of my heirs."

The halfling saw the truth in Thorin's eyes, but was still confused.

"How… How can it…"

Dís bit her lower lip, torn between clear explanation and mischief.

"We've learned to share. When we found out we… liked the same stuff and… Sorry, Bilbo, I'm not calling you stuff, it's just…"

"No problem, I got the gist of it." The hobbit assured her, before scratching his head. "I think."

"We dwarrow are known for being.. overprotective of what we love, even… jealous?" Bilbo nodded, acknowledging Dís' statement. She resumed. "But we heirs of Durin… No, more precisely, we royal line, we who have duty to our people, we who are brought up with the knowledge that a kingdom is as rich as it's poorest peasant… We are taught that we must have nothing that our people has not."

"So…"

"We were taught to share." Thorin, traced Bilbo's face with his thumb, moving then to cradle the halfling's head in his strong palm. "But it doesn't mean we have no boundaries. The pleasure of my sister is hers alone, as is mine. If we have it in the same room and rejoice in each other having it with the same person, well…"

Bilbo turned his face away from Thorin's caress, only to lock his eyes with the hopeful gaze of Dís. He couldn't fathom if it was desire or lust, but he was sure she wanted him, and it was more that Bilbo could say from anyone he shared a bed with, ever.

"I… I may be just a halfling… but… But I hope to be the whole lover you both deserve." Bilbo indulged in running his fingers through their beards. "I can't believe I'm so lucky!"

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Bilbo's luck got him naked and wanting in less time that it would take to say 'second breakfast'. Thorin and Dís probably had some experience in sharing a partner, but then what did someone of them say about Fíli and Kíli's father? He would not be the one to ask right now...

He felt like a sacred thing, with Dís worshipping his abs after undoing his breeches' buttons and making him wriggle out of them, whilst Thorin made sure each inch of his back was touched by his lips. The feeling of Thorin's chest hair tickling his back was exquisite, and he couldn't fathom what to do with his own hands, greedy as he was to touch both of them, the more the better.

"Kiss me?" Dís asked, tangling her fingers in his hair.

Her sapphire eyes were everything Bilbo needed to make him obey, and he tilted his face to savour her lips, then opening up to let her intrude her tongue between his. He also took the opportunity to undo the ribbons of her bodice, earning an approving hum as reward.

When both stopped for air, Bilbo went bold – for hobbit standards – and went for her chemise, asking a muffled may I? before undoing each tiny mother-of-pearl button. He didn't notice his hands were shaking, but with that meticulous work it was hard not to.

"Nervous, my burglar?"

Thorin's strong hands encircled his torso, and Bilbo relaxed in his warmth. Dwarrow definitely run hotter than other races, and feeling those hot and hard muscles sustaining his own was his new definition of comfort.

"Shouldn't I be? It is my first time with the loves of my life, I suppose some nervousness is expected."

Despite Thorin's fingers distracting him by rolling his nipples, now hard as pebbles,

Bilbo managed to finish the last confusticating button. By then, Dís herself had undone what mysterious clasps kept her skirts in place, letting them pool on the fluffy carpet. Someday he would learn they were called zippers, but he was not worried about names now. The hobbit had no chance to enjoy the view before she made him turn in his axis and get flush against Thorin's body.

"Seems my brother needs some help, if he is to join us. He's not up to the dress code, right now."

"Oh."

Was all Bilbo managed to whisper at the sight of a shirtless and bootless Thorin. His sapphire eyes fixed on the hobbit's lips, mesmerized, and only a moment of hesitation kept him from claiming those lips.

What Dís' kiss had of sweetness, Thorin's cried of hunger. Not that she wasn't demanding - commanding, even – but Thorin… Thorin's kiss was that of a starving man who finally, finally got a meal, and it was of his favourite dish. Lips and tongue and teeth and movement and moans and why, by the Powers, was Thorin allowed to have such a teasing beard? It should be illegal!

Then his strong, calloused hands grabbed Bilbo's with unexpected delicacy, and brought them to the clasp of his breeches. After the ordeal of Dís' chemise tiny buttons, this was easy, even if the metal intricacy that followed was pure dwarrow magic. Magic he was very interested in learning, considering how easy it was to open said breeches and peel them from Thorin's body and…

Oh.

Oh!

"That's what it means, then?" Bilbo couldn't avoid teasing. "That dwarrow are made of stone?"

Thorin and Dís laughed, baritone and contralto making harmony he could dance to for the rest of his days. Then the king's laughter subsided to a smirk, and his eyes spoke of mischief.

"And what are the creatures of Yavanna made of, then?" His rough fingers traced Bilbo's prick from base to tip, teasing, and back. "Oak? Ash? Thorn? What hardwood will I have the honour of getting to know tonight… first hand?"

Bilbo all but collapsed when Thorin went from teasing to actually taking him in hand, slow strokes driving him to full erection. It was bliss, and if this bliss were a pond, he would dive in head first.

But then there were hands on his hips, gently pulling him in the direction of Dís' large bed, slow enough that Thorin's ministrations weren't lost.

"W… what?"

"You two are too in love to remember there's someone else in the room, ain't ya?"

Bilbo turned his head to Dís, embarrassed, but unable to let go of Thorin's dick, carefully stroked by his hand.

"No, D-Dís, I…"

She laughed before the could stutter more.

"I know you are. And I'm not jealous. To see you both like this… is a pleasure in itself." She captured Bilbo's lips in her own, taking advantage of her higher stature over the hobbit. On his side, Bilbo didn't care less for height differences, as long as it didn't hinder him to enjoy both his loves as much as they wanted. And the three of them wanted a lot. Now that her volition was clear, the hobbit had no qualms to be manhandled (dwarrowhandled?) as they wished. Only hopping they would wish it for a long, long time…

Back step after back step, there was no other destiny that to have the back of his knees hit the mattress and fall with his back on it. Dís was quick in pulling him up by the armpits, whilst Thorin let go of Bilbo's erection to push the hobbit up the bed, making him lay comfortable on Dís' breasts, breathless and confused.

Dís took over the teasing of Bilbo's cock, whilst Thorin peppered the hobbit'1s legs with kisses and small bites. Said kisses and bites went from ankle to knee and to thigh and then Bilbo was sure he had gone insane because the High King of the Seven Clans of the Dwarrow was licking his balls as if they were jewels of the crown and…

"I want you inside me." Bilbo breathed to Thorin. "If you'll have me."

The look of wonderment and delight in the king's face was worth a dozen Arkenstones, in the hobbit's humble opinion. Which was not exactly humble after knowing he was desired by both most direct heirs of Durin. Which was to say, he didn't forget where he was even if Thorin's sapphire eyes told of devouring him. He put a hand atop Dís' one that was driving him crazy and turned to kiss her, taking his time to show her his interest was properly divided.

When he broke the kiss, it was to cup her face and beg with all he could.

"Will you allow me the honour of sharing your bed and bring you delight, my most precious lady?"

"Oh, Bilbo…" Dís all but purred, her wonderment not different form that of her brother. "Please, just fuck me!"

It was a proposition too plain to be ignored, even if his own statements to Thorin were laced with conditions. Bilbo's fiancé wanted him, clearly, undoubtedly, and he would not leave her wanting.

They changed positions enough for Bilbo to be facing Dís, her breasts a tease on his chest, her beard a welcome tickle as he kissed and sucked her earlobe, the hinge of her chin, and licked and kissed down to her breasts, playing with each one the same time his buttocks went up in the air.

Such action was not to be ignored and, to Bilbo's enjoyment, Thorin took care of keeping said buttocks warm. Then his hands left for a little while, and Bilbo heard the uncorking of a jar.

"I want to have you, my burglar." Thorin's voice was hoarse, as if straining for control. Bilbo liked it. One cream coated finger found its way between the hobbit's cheeks, carefully moving around a certain hole. "But I'm broad, and.."

"Oh, do it, Thorin!" Bilbo moaned, jerking his hips against Thorin's hand. The aim wasn't sure, because it was not planned, but the sensation of that calloused finger running over his rim made Bilbo see stars. Not a minute later there were two cream-coated fingers playing around his entrance, to his delight.

"So, now, where is that hardwood I was promised?"

Dís managed to coat Bilbo's dick with the same cream Thorin was using on his fingers, all while the hobbit nibbled at her breasts, with the most excited moans as a result.

"What a gentlehobbit am I…" Bilbo managed to whisper whilst aligning his prick to her entrance. "...leaving a lady wanting…"

He wanted to make it slow, to make every second count, but it was impossible. How could he take in account her hunger, when he wasn't even born when she became a widow? And if what he learned was real, Dís didn't have anyone since her husband died…

"She's hungry. Sate her. I know you can."

Thorin's rough voice in his ear was all Bilbo needed to allow himself to plunge into Dís' ocean with no restraints.

He soon found out her rhythm, how hard she like to be fucked, where her special points were, but it was all mixed up with how Thorin dealt with him, how he played with his fingers and Yavanna that first finger had him crazy and fucking Dís harder and she loved it and how would he beg for another finger and oh – oh - there it was, and he would have to find out what it was that dwarrow used instead of oil because it was so much better and was it true that Dís was crying for more? And he could never leave her crying for more if he could provide it and he was about to ask if she wanted to keep this going or if she wanted him to lick and suck her mindless because he knew he could make her reach certain highs if he only were allowed to use his mouth on her so, so sweet smelling pussy but how could he ask for it when she was meowling just at his vanilla fucking her, what would she do, how his fucking her would change when he was properly fucked by Thorin?

Only one way to know.

"Then sate me. Give me all you have, and give it now, will ya?" Bilbo rolled his hips in a way that made both Dís to whimper and Thorin's fingers to bury deeper into Bilbo's ass.

"You sure, burglar?"

Thorin's voice was strained, as always torn between what he desired and what he thought was the right thing. Bilbo looked back over his shoulder, never relenting in his pounding into a delighted Dís.

"Never been more."

Thorin's walls were broken, one by one by Bilbo and Dís' words and example. He could see the pleasure on his sister's face, the thrill of surrendering control to someone she trusted; Bilbo, his beloved burglar, was so relaxed, in every way, that it was believable that that small body would be able to take him with everything he had to give.

And he wanted to give so much! It was s much more that taking his pleasure from the hobbit's body, it was sharing pleasure, giving as much as taking, actually giving because giving was a pleasure in itself, and the taking was a way of surrendering himself, because taking was also giving, in his personal book.

So, to give Thorin did.

"Dís, namadith, would you please hold your fiancé as it would help us…? Or be still with your fiancé…? Please?"

The dwarrow princess' smile was wicked, and she used it to mesmerize her hobbit into compliance, knowing how it would benefit her. Bilbo was still learning how those two worked together in matters of politics, and it was clear she had the upper hand in several issues, so… He locked eyes with her.

"I'll do as you command, keeper of my heart."

Dís' smile got even wickeder, if that was possible (or even a word!), and she tangled her ankles around the back of Bilbo's knees, keeping his legs apart whilst still inside her.

"Just kiss me, and relax."

He needed not to be told twice, and dived to her lips as the sweet vice he learned they were. It was hard to keep his hips quiet, the heat of her pussy begging for friction, but he made up for it fondling her breasts just so they touched his own hard nipples.

"Such a perfect burglar…" The deep voice of the king caressed the shell of his ear. "Stole my heart…"

And then Thorin withdrew his fingers (did Bilbo even notice when the third one intruded him?) and slowly, so v-e-r-y slowly, replaced them with the head of his cock, nuzzling, playing, teasing the hobbit's rim until it blinked with anticipation.

"I hate to quote someone just minutes of hearing it, but… please, just fuck me!"

That did it. Thorin forgot most about his reserves, and allowed himself to plunge into the heat of Bilbo's ass, each careful inch after each careful inch, looking at Dís' face as the mirror of Bilbo's reactions to his progress. Her bliss enthralled face was evidence of the side effects of Thorin's actions on Bilbo's erection, so, then, he moved.

"Ah…"

Bilbo's simple moan was the perfect signal that what he was doing was right, wasn't it? But he had to make sure.

"You're all right, my burglar?"

"Ah.. I… I've never been.. Never been more all right in my whole life!"

And it was true to Bilbo. He did, as he used to consider in his own mind, taste the water of both sides of the river, but never, never, tasted both sides at once, never felt himself fulfilled the same time he fulfilled someone, and it was not about anatomy. Or, at least not just about anatomy.

Which, taking about anatomy, was a whole new experience in itself. It would be easier to think about it if Thorin wasn't making sure his glans touched Bilbo's prostate every thrust of his hips, which in turn made him surge into Dís' heat with gusto, which made her moan into his ear and nip at his collarbone and move her hips like the retake of Erebor depended of it.

It was too much. And so perfect, so...

"Dís, I… I'll..."

"Do it… Come… So hard for me…"

Dís planted her feet on the mattress for leverage, sought purchase with her nails on his back, nipped at his lips with a hunger that would turn them into raw flash if it wasn't for the tenderness and care that permeated the whole tryst.

"Oh my love…"

"Love… aye… hard... now!"

Her rapture was evident, it was building with each thrust, and when it became a synchronicity of the thrusts from Thorin into Bilbo and from Bilbo into Dís, she could do nothing but to surrender to pleasure, wave after wave after wave of ecstasy... and feel whole again…

As if the sight of Dís' blissful face and the clench of her walls around his cock weren't enough, there was Thorin hitting his prostate with gusto, breathing hard, grunting and crying foreign words that Bilbo didn't have to know Khuzdul to know were obscene. And he wanted to fulfil every obscene thought in Thorin's list and just then, oh then, the king, the dwarrow, the fighter, the lover, lost himself in Bilbo's heat and his roar made the hobbit collapse up, to the heights of a pleasure he never experienced before, never, never as strong, never as lasting, never as meaningful as it was then and there, between the loves of his life.

Some time later Bilbo was awakened by Thorin propping him up on fluffy pillows, fingers caressing delicate patterns on his bare skin, ridiculously soft feet stroking his shins. Who would tell such delicate toes had place inside those iron tipped boots?

His musings were cut short by Dís and a platter of cold cuts, cheese, dried fruit, and white bread. How cold food could smell that delicious was a mystery Bilbo decided was worth pursuing. If pursuing it meant to spend more time with Dís, more the better!

"So, how does my fiancé feel?"

"Dís, he is my burglar, first. Don't forget."

"I claimed him as mine first, didn't I?"

"He was already mine, don't y…"

"Shhh!" Bilbo shushed them, smiling fondly. "There's hobbit enough for the both of you, isn't there? No need to fight."

The siblings exchanged looks, and then agreed on some unspoken truce.

"More than enough, from what I tasted."

Dís nibbled on a date, and was she really making even such a little thing lascivious? Bilbo almost made a plea to Yavanna to help him, then quickly dismissed it because wasn't Yavanna married to Aulë, actually? Erú only knew what kind of help she would deem proper!

"I believe I haven't tasted enough, yet, to make any judgement."

Bilbo could claim it was Thorin's little bite on his lower lip that got him insane, or the warmth of the fireplace, or having forgotten to drink water (which would be unfair, because at least one of the siblings had made sure he drank his fill), or a dozen other excuses. But he needed not to excuse himself to any creature on this side of the Great Sea, did he?

"So…" Bilbo said, when he managed to breath coherently again. "I believe I have a lot to taste, too, if you take my meaning…" He looked meaningfully to each of his dwarrow lovers. "Shall we begin?"