NOTE: The following story is also posted elsewhere under the same username. This has references to the films, and thus contains spoilers that may ruin your viewing experience if you don't know how the story ends. If you enjoy malexmale erotica- or Bagginshield- with lots of romance and slow build-up, I'm confident you'll enjoy this story. Otherwise, please feel free to view my own stories.
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Hobbiton had never felt so desolate before; there didn't appear to be a bird in the sky. But perhaps, it was just the symptoms of an empty nest.
Frodo was granted permission to stay with his best friend at his home for a few nights. Thorin hoped he didn't need to confront anybody for messing with the young boy. Though he wasn't related to him, he considered Frodo like a son. He was one half of his heart that he would do anything for to secure his happiness. The other half belonged to his uncle, who was carrying a larger mental burden as he sat in his armchair.
A book was held in his hands, but it was clear that the hobbit was too consumed with his own thoughts to read it. Thorin stood against the doorframe observing him quietly, a light smile on his face. The dwarf fell into reminiscing on his history with this anxious man he adored. It was easy to do so in moments like this, where parental responsibilities were put on hold.
His previous life had felt like a dream nowadays. Never could Thorin have imagined going from King of the Mountain to a family man living among hobbits. It was better this way though, for his brief period as king nearly cost him the respect of his loyal friends, and his budding relationship with Mister Baggins.
The warrior shivered at the memory of him lying weakly in the snow as he uttered what he thought to be his final words to his dear friend. He gripped onto his arm as if he could raise him to the skies with his parting soul, so they may stay bonded forever, but Thorin knew that to be impossible even then. He found comfort in the fact that at the very least, he shielded Bilbo from an untimely demise, and he could return home to live out the rest of his days in peace.
Thorin wondered if this evening itself was a dream conjured up by loneliness. Standing here, fully mended from his wounds, watching Bilbo slam his book closed in frustration. It would be a merciful afterlife for a brute like him, yet that wasn't the case. This was all real, and he would never take it for granted.
Even so, there was still something off about this night. It had only been a few hours since Frodo set off on his little adventure, and while it was tough not to look after the boy, Bilbo appeared far more upset than he had in years. His book had been placed on the table and the man let out a long sigh before fidgeting with his fingers.
"I can feel you staring at me...," the hobbit said, dryly.
"It's hard not to," Thorin replied, "I can bring Frodo back home, if you'd like."
"No, leave him be," Bilbo waved his hand, "I'm not worried about that."
"Then that book of yours must be a challenge."
"Don't be clever. You've seen me read it before."
"And you've chosen to take it out again because...?"
Bilbo lifted his head up and chuckled weakly, "My my Thorin, I was hoping you'd be more perceptive. It's not fun to spell it out for you."
The dark-haired man felt his face scrunch in uncertainty, feeling as though he missed a vital piece of information, "I'm not sure I understand."
His partner looked directly up at him and smiled, dropping the exasperation that gripped him seconds ago. "Oh, all right! I was trying to be patient, but I suppose forwardness is the best course to start with." Bilbo stood up and approached the taller man with a mischievous eye, something that was familiar to the dwarf, yet this look carried a deeper intention that brought his skin to a delightful quiver.
Bilbo caressed Thorin's face that had witnessed countless violent battles and softened it with his gaze. He brought their foreheads together and they remained quiet for a moment, taking in each other's presence. Thorin, unable to resist his halfling, held Bilbo's hips and closed his eyes. Bilbo hummed from this reciprocation and broke their silence.
"Take me to bed."
Thorin's eyes opened, his heart skipping a beat.
"I cannot recall the last time we truly embraced one another," Bilbo continued, "I didn't want to come off impulsive, but I couldn't stop thinking of it when I realized the opportunity. Three nights, just the two of us? Why, the possibilities excited me."
Thorin was stunned at this confession. For years, they have enjoyed sharing a bed together, snuggling and kissing throughout the night until they were too exhausted to continue. Their days eating, engaging in tasks, raising Frodo, all of it Thorin found reason enough to desire nothing beyond that.
There were still days where Thorin did crave the privacy they possessed before, where they could spend hours behind closed doors exploring one's bodies. Oh, how Bilbo looked when he'd find release...it was the most beautiful sight. Thorin couldn't decide which position he preferred because Bilbo was perfect in all of them. Resting on his stomach with his rear high in the air, or the gentle rocking they'd do as they locked eyes. That and more was missed on the most repressed days. Still, Thorin never pressured affection, and he assumed his partner was just as satisfied as he was all this time.
Thorin parted his lips as he noticed the subtle hint in Bilbo's face that maybe he said something he shouldn't have. "You don't need to convince me further."
"Well, that was easier than I thought!"
"You made it that way, with how innocent you pretend when aroused," the hobbit's concerned face was wiped away hearing those words, being replaced with a speechless tongue, "The way your cheeks flush, and how your thighs pressed together. You hoped I would bed you, and I behave like a wolf."
Thorin could now tell that his improvised attempts at flirting were getting to the halfling, as his pale cheeks darkened to pink. As much courage as he presented in announcing his desires, teasing remarks left Bilbo flustered.
"You continue to surprise me, Mister Baggins," the taller man brought their hips closer, "You find new ways to make me fall deeper for you."
"You insist on calling me that despite our marriage."
"Of course," Thorin smiled, "How could I forget?"
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Thorin has been leaving trails of kisses down his husband's body before settling on his inner thighs, which he knew were his most sensitive areas- aside from his erect cock that remained untouched.
"You are charming when you beg like this."
"I swear, Thorin!"
Bilbo moaned, yanking against the restraints that prevented his hands from reaching down to shove the man onto his shaft. Bilbo could be aggressive, despite having the disposition of a righteous man. This was reason enough to improvise in bed with some rope binding. Thorin wished to savor every part of his lover before getting to the main course.
His lips were a daily treat, but Thorin found his nipples even more succulent. How they perked almost immediately from his tongue, remaining hard long after Thorin traveled downward.
"Please, I can't stand it anymore. Touch me..."
Thorin would've prolonged his torment by pretending not to know what spot Bilbo was referring to, but he had needs that he wanted to fulfill too. So, with an eager palm, Thorin began stroking his length. The moans that came from the halfling's throat were the only ones echoing in their bedroom, as Thorin held his own back to hear them clearly.
"Ngh!" Bilbo grunted, back arching upward and wrists screaming to be let free as he felt the cool touch of his partner's tongue licking his leaking head. Thorin's free hand pressed down on Bilbo's thigh to prevent him from squirming about. Thorin took in more of the length past his lips and reached the back of his throat. The dwarf's skin felt aflame hearing Bilbo shout obscurities, along with further pleas to undo his "stupid binds."
"Soon, my love."
"You told me that ages ago. Don't you want relief?"
"There's one more thing to do," the man lowered his lips, and sighed as he licked at the other man's entrance. Bilbo's back raised off the bed again, proving to be a great fighter against his larger lover. Thorin was now using both of his hands to keep Bilbo in place, thrilled by the challenge of holding him still while he pried his hole.
He had always been so tight, no matter how often they embraced. Thorin recalled the first time they consummated their love, and he needed to hold off from thrusting due to warm tightness sheltering him.
"I'm not ready to cum yet..." he said, feeling slight embarrassment over the ordeal. Yet, Bilbo saw it as a compliment and kissed his damp face with a joy that was just as fervent as when he saw him recover from the war.
Thinking back on that day gave Thorin a change of heart. "Forgive me," he told Bilbo, as he reached over to remove the binds. From the struggle, his wrists were sore, but Bilbo didn't care. He cradled Thorin's face and pulled him closer to share a kiss. Their naked bodies rubbed against each other, fueling the tension that had been built for what felt like forever.
"You really enjoy riling me up," Bilbo smiled.
