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"You my dear hobbit are the most beautiful creature when you are with child,” he growled as he pressed his body against his husband as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the tip of the hobbit’s sensitive ear as he whispered into it, “You have no idea what the sight of it does to me,” His voice was husky and deep with desire, “What the thought of you carrying my seed within you stirs in me.” He was practically purring as thrust his hips forward playfully grinding his body against his lovers, staring at him with his eyes animalistic with lust.
Bilbo let out a gasp at the connection of their bodies, shivers running up his spine at the feeling of Thorin’s breath on his ears. “I can only imagine.” He responded teasingly as he pulled his husband in for a kiss, abandoning all thoughts of insecurities and worries of the months to come, melting into the moment of pure bliss with having his husband close to him. The love radiating between the two of them. Thorin was ready to take full advantage of the opportunity of being alone for the time being.
Thorin drug his teeth gently across the tip of his husbands ear before he placed a gentle kiss to the tender flesh beneath it, feeling a great sense of satisfaction at the gasp it earned him from his husband. He slowly dragged his tongue down the hobbit’s throat, peppering gentle kisses along the way. Bilbo tilted his head to the side to allow better access, humming in approval as his husband continued to lavish him with attention. Thorin’s aching need pressed against the hobbit’s hip where it was tenting the king’s trousers.
“You have no idea the thoughts that race through my mind during council meetings, wishing to be here with you instead of there.”
Thorin’s hands moved slowly, unbuttoning the Halfling’s shirt, slowly revealing inch by inch the beautiful porcelain skin, placing kisses, and gentle bites to the delicious flesh. The dwarf king pushed aside his husband’s shirt as he ran his calloused hands over the hairless smooth skin.
“The thought of your beautiful body underneath me,”
Running his fingers over the hobbit’s pebbled nipple before he took it into his mouth, running his warm tongue over it, gently taking it between his teeth and nipping at it gently; winning him a breathy gasp from his lover.
The dwarf king couldn’t help but smirk against his hobbit’s skin, pleased at the fact that he could still draw the most desperate noises of want from his one. Moving his attention to Bilbo’s other nipple, lathing it with his tongue and rolling it between his teeth gently until he had the hobbit panting gently beneath him.
This was too much fun, teasing his hobbit. The king barely let his lips brush across the hobbit’s skin as he moved his way down his stomach, nipping the skin along the way, urging his love to look down at him. As soon as Bilbo opened his eyes, which had been shut tight, and looked down at his husband, Thorin let a wickedly mischievous grin cover his face. He looked up from where he was settled between his lover’s thighs. The dwarf pressed his face into Bilbo’s crotch, nuzzling his nose against the growing bulge straining in the hobbit’s breeches before taking the ties in his teeth and pulling them loose. Bilbo’s eyes to fluttered closed again, his head falling back at the sight as a low groan escaped his lips.
“My mind filled with all the different ways to come home and make you moan, my name on your lips.”
Thorin’s rough hands were sending tingles all the way up Bilbo’s spine as he ran his hands teasingly all over his husband’s groin before yanking away the hobbit’s breeches and small clothes allowing Bilbo’s weeping cock to spring free. Growling deep in his chest he leaned down and licked the bead of precum from the head of his lover’s cock, his hobbit gasping “Thorin”, before kissing it and moving himself up to claim the hobbit’s mouth.
Without hesitation Bilbo buried his hands in Thorin’s thick beautiful raven hair, pulling him closer and pressing their mouths together hard, licking at the dwarf’s lower lip, demanding access to the warm cavern. Thorin willingly complied, tilting his head and deepening the kiss, forcing his own tongue into Bilbo’s mouth so the hobbit could taste the bitter flavor of his own cum. Their tongues silkily sliding against each other as the swallowed each other’s desperate moans.
Bilbo pulled away breathless and dizzy, “You,my dear dwarf,are still wearing far too many clothes.” He nipped at Thorin’s lip, eyes dark and half lidded with lust. Grinning at his hobbit Thorin jumped off the bed, quickly divesting himself of his clothing and,grabbing the bottle of oil from the bed table before leaping back on the bed, pinning the smaller man beneath him causing him to squeak and giggle. The dwarf quickly ground his body against the hobbits' claiming his mouth again, the giggles fading and turning into wanton moans as their erections slid together perfectly.
Thorin growled deep as he thrust himself against his lover again, running his hands through the hobbit’s hair, pulling his head to the side so he could sink his teeth into the tempting pulse point in the crook of his neck. “If I had my way I would have you every minute of every day.” Thorin’s voice rumbled, sending its vibrations into Bilbo’s body that shivered uncontrollably.
The dwarf uncorked the bottle of oil, drizzling it onto his lover’s cock, letting it drip down the hobbit’s thighs before giving it a few pumps, and running his hand down, gently running his fingers over his husbands puckered entrance. Placing kisses to the hollow of his lover’s hip bone he gently eased one finger in, causing Bilbo to gasp and arch his back off the bed.
Smirking Thorin crooked his finger before gently adding a second, sliding them in and out of the hobbit, purposefully brushing against the hobbit’s prostate causing him to fist the sheets beneath him and letting out a shout. The dwarf chuckled as he looked down at his husband, uncontrollably coming undone, damp curls stuck to his sweat slicked face, mouth slacking as he pressed himself down onto the dwarf’s fingers more as a third was added.
The king removed his fingers causing his husband to let out a whine of protest before he lined his cock up at his lover’s entrance and slipped in slowly. The hobbit’s hands flew up and grasped his Kings shoulders. His body shuddered as Thorin sank himself deep into him, the deliciously slick warmth stealing his breath. Thorin forced himself to still until Bilbo had adjusted.
“…Thorin….please…” Bilbo breathed out desperately.
That was all the king needed before he leaned down and claimed his lover’s lips once more, angling his hips and thrusting slowly as the fire in his belly started to build. Tilting his hips a bit more he struck the halfling’s prostate again sending hoarse cries and whimpers to burst from his hobbit.
“…..Aule…..Thorin!”
Feeling his own release building quickly he grasped his lover’s cock and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts as Bilbo began to whimper and mumble.
“…I’m not going to last….Thorin….I can’t…”
Suddenly Bilbo came in thick ropes across his own chest, clenching tightly around Thorin’s cock buried deep inside him, sending the dwarf over the edge with him.
Thorin’s head hung, resting on his husbands shoulder as they panted against each other, trying to catch their breaths. Bilbo chuckled in his post orgasmic haze, “Oh Thorin, it’s no wonder I’m pregnant again. You insatiable dwarf.” The hobbit let out a large sigh as he placed sweet kisses to the dwarf king’s brow.
Thorin grinned wickedly at his husband. “What can I say? I just love you too much.”