The hobbit remained close, whereas others justifiably distanced themselves. The attention was undeserved, but if Bilbo hadn't stayed by him, then he may not have had the willpower to escape death's clutches. The longing for more out of life, pursuing greater avenues that didn't involve slaughtering enemies and an unending search for ultimate authority.
Thorin could still remember the light that greeted him in the sky; he swore he was lifted out from his corpse and introduced to the beauty of the afterlife. But he refused to enter. There were goals he had yet to achieve: making amends with his adversaries, proving deeper loyalty to his comrades, and reuniting with the sneaky little thief who ensnared his heart. Thorin found it cruel to consider running off, when the hobbit who stood before him was the biggest reason he woke to see another day.
Bilbo raised his hands to inspect them. He tilted his head slightly, a wavy strand of hair dropping in front of his inquisitive eye. "Is this too much for you, Thorin?"
Truthfully, it had been, but Thorin didn't speak on it. He didn't wish to reject his husband, though engaging in intercourse in a public room was simply off limits. The dwarf hurried for something to say to soothe the hobbit, till he noticed something on his raised hand. A shiny, golden band wrapped around his pointer finger.
"What do you have there, Bilbo?" That stone shined brighter than the silver band on the halfling's ring finger. That finger Thorin studied closely on the day of their union, as he was careful to slip the band onto it to authenticate their marriage. Thorin stepped forward, which posed a threat to Bilbo.
"Keep away!" he jumped back, covering his golden ring with his other hand. The context of his fright made things clearer to the dwarf- this ring was Bilbo's Arkenstone. Wherever he found it, it held a great power that possessed his husband to be aggressive and tactless. Thorin pressed further, "I won't touch it, but we can place it somewhere safe."
"That can't happen! It wouldn't be good otherwise."
"Why not?"
Bilbo scrunched his eyebrows in an anxious expression, a tint of pink illuminating on his pale cheeks. Without a beard to hide it, the pink spread clearly over his face and Thorin could comprehend what his inner turmoil had been.
He released a large and content smile. "Oh, my love. That's your concern? Come..." the dwarf grabbed Bilbo in his arms before the other could protest, snuggling his body against his larger frame. It should've been more obvious.
This was a sort of placebo that convinced its user that it could bring out a more courageous side to them, at least that's what Thorin theorized. Species all around the world have found ways to stimulate themselves for intercourse. Special herbs did nicely for that, ropes could be helpful, and physical violence was an unspoken strategy that a select few did behind closed doors. But a ring...that was peculiar, but not impossible, and would certainly be more subtle in increasing one's appetite.
Between the two, Thorin did carry a more open disposition to sex, even if he was on equal footing to Bilbo regarding their lack of experience. Thorin liked to think that from his resurrection came an urge to live to the fullest, and he exuded that under covers. He'd never refrain his fondness from Bilbo again; he would give his all no matter the velocity or vigor required. Bilbo never needed to exert himself more than he was comfortable, and with this, Thorin worried if somehow, he signaled to his husband that his performances weren't acceptable- because that was far from the truth.
Thorin kissed Bilbo's head, taking in his sweet smell. It was unique tonight because the halfling did try a new oil for this occasion. The ring had powers that nobody should ever hold, but in a domestic setting like this, its influence could only go so far as to make its user hungry for affection and give it back tenfold.
"Do you long for me?" Bilbo said in a hushed tone, almost like he was afraid to confess his fears that he had gone too far and was prepared to be rejected. It's been so many years that his dwarf husband could sense his shift in character, and he didn't abuse it.
"I've never stopped," Thorin confessed. The couple stood apart now, each with a faint smile. "Your love is always accepted, but not here. Not when Frodo-"
"Yes! Yes, you're right," Bilbo nodded, "We should rest..."
Thorin rested a hand on Bilbo's burning cheek, "I'm not turning away. What happened before doesn't change my mind." The dwarf rubbed lovingly against Bilbo's skin, and in return, Bilbo leaned against his touch.
"You aren't frightened?" Bilbo said.
"So long as you behave yourself, I'll follow your lead."
The older couple hadn't planned on raising children, so when Frodo needed a home, they were rightfully surprised. But having a child around did expand their hearts, creating new reasons for meaning, and their generosity didn't come with regret. The young halfling was a kind boy, albeit cunning, yet from Bilbo's bloodline that was anticipated. The boy's positive attributes made up for any negatives, including his striking wisdom from an early age, his compassion for others, and his sense of humor was charming once someone read into its dryness. Thorin liked to believe he helped shape that. Frodo was never pushed away from activities; it was often the case that whenever he couldn't attend something, the married pair nearly felt criminal for it. There has only been one event that Frodo was forbidden to know about; something that the child never even considered, which was more reason to keep it hidden.
Bilbo's doubts were constant on a regular day, checking in with Thorin frequently on whether he was satisfying him well enough. The answer was always yes, but then the hobbit would remark on how he could've gone on a little longer, with more licking and sucking, but Thorin rubbed at the hobbit's head and affirmed that his skills were appreciated.
But, as established earlier, a regular day this was not.
In fact, tonight was one where Bilbo was making it severely difficult to keep their affairs private; he obsessed over Thorin's cock like they were parting ways, stroking the shaft firmly with his right hand and rubbing at a thigh with the other. His tongue started from the base, lurking under his husband's dark curls and carried upward to the bottom of the head. For a period of time, Bilbo only coated the length with his tongue, ensuring every inch of skin was painted with saliva before he finally invited the tip into his mouth. The couple had stripped themselves of their clothing before getting into bed, so Thorin had full view to marvel at his husband's body, his round arse swaying while he was being tended to.
The dwarf wanted to praise how well he was sucking him off, but Bilbo hadn't glanced up at him once since starting. This made Thorin fear that if he were to talk then his focus would be frazzled. So Bilbo continued to suck, purposely pressing Thorin's fat, leaking head towards his uvula- testing if he had finally been able to remove his reflex. With the help of the ring, he was convinced that he had and would go on in the future to try this method again, only to be sorely disappointed.
"If this keeps up, I'll have nothing left to give," Thorin shuddered at the depths his cock had traveled into his eager husband's throat. There must be an end to this now, or else shame would be plastered over his face when he'd have no choice but to climax prematurely. The talented hobbit removed himself from the shaft, but left the head positioned between his lips, finally looking up at Thorin with mischievous eyes. He offered a gentle suck at the tip, making Thorin shudder again, it was then that he let go entirely. Bilbo moved on to his next action, which was to insert his husband in a tighter cavern, but Thorin caught on quickly. He sat up and pressed a gentle hand to Bilbo's chest. "You are much too giving," Thorin said, "The night has only started. I would assume you'd want your own worship."
"This is my worship," Bilbo countered, "Seeing you in shambles from my touch."
Thorin brought his hand down to Bilbo's nipple and rubbed his thumb over it. If nothing else worked, then a light brush across his pink bud always sent the hobbit simmering to submission. Like a flick of a fire, Bilbo's bravado ceased to make room for rapture. His body shivered, mouth left open in a gasp, and his own stiffness began to leak. He whimpered his dwarf husband's name like a note crafted from Heaven, juxtaposed to the evil entity that still held onto him. A violent thought crossed Thorin's mind, one to take Bilbo in a single thrust and use his body till he expelled all his cum deep in the cave of his deliciously tight arse.
"It is my turn," Thorin said, "Lay on your back for me."
The couple rearranged as Thorin requested. Bilbo, still reeling, didn't argue about lying down with a pillow propping him. Thorin kneeled between Bilbo's thighs, basking in the picturesque vision that was his partner, his best friend- and dare he be poetic- soulmate. He looked the same as he did when they were first introduced, save for a couple strands of graying hair. Could you blame the hobbit? With his adventures, Thorin was shocked he didn't have a whole bed of grayness!
