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Fili waits impatiently, pacing from one side to the other. The clock ticked, and with each one, his heart raced even wilder, till he could feel his heartbeat on his throat. He pushes his hair out of his face and exhales.
The door slams open, and jumps to cover by the pillar.
The voice that speaks does it in a low tone, more like a growl, "You never have to hide from me, my prince."
"You're okay!" Relief fills him and he runs to his knight. He sighs into his arms; he pulls his head back from his neck, his fingers caressed the arms trailing upwards. "Were you hurt?" He asks, digging his nails into the thick skin around his neck as he looked up at dark but warm eyes looking down at him.
Dwalin scoffs, his laugh leaning more into disbelief than humor, "you think I would fail you? I said I would protect you with all my heart. I'll never succumb to the sword of my enemy when I'm at your duty."
"Don't make promises like that," he begged, tilting his head as his lips remained just an inch from his knight. "I would never forgive myself if…"
The though of his fearless warrior falling in battle in his name, made his chest ache. Each time they depart from each other he loses sleep; when he's away on diplomatic missions without his protection, or Dwalin leads the defense of the orcs ambush, he can only pray to Mahal it wont be the last kiss.
"You don't have anything to forgive," he said and makes Fili gasp when he's pulled forward, till their chest flushed together and a leg parted his open. "I gave my word, and my sword to you."
Fili sighed, "what can I give you… for such a wonderful job?"
"I don't need anything in exchange." He replies, and Fili has to refrain from rolling his eyes.
"Oh," he purred, "then, can I reward you?"
The knight paused, his eyes glancing from Fili's eyes to his lips.
"… I'll gratefully accept whatever my Highness wants to… give."
"And I'll be grateful for what my knight decided to take," he whispers, finally pushing his lips into his knight.
Fili dreamt of this.
He used to stare at the warrior across the room, wishing he could kneel by his feet and please him, ignoring the world around them.
Some restless nights he curled around his blankets, and lowered his hands between his legs wrapping his fingers around his pulsing cock, knowing he was just outside the door. His thumb would run on his tip, as he fidgeted on his bed, legs wide open as he whimpered his name.
Dwalin. He repeated the name over and over like a prayer. He begged the knight to break his control and take him. To burst into the room and pull his legs over his shoulders and possess him till he's nothing more than a sobbing mess.
Most nights Fili sighed as he pleasured himself, hoping that night would be when his knight forgets his job and enjoys their mutual pleasure.
But this was it. Fili had exactly what he wanted beneath his fingertips.
His hands crawled the head of his forbidden beloved and he felt himself shake; his lips split open on a silent plea that came answer by the darting tongue into his mouth.
Fili moves aside any worry of indecorous behavior, why should he? When no one is here to see him rub against the most fearsome warrior. He held into his shoulders, whines escaping from his lips, as his hips rotated, rubbing his crotch against the wide and strong thigh settled between his legs. His hips quivered and a moan is torn from his throat when his braids are pull back, as the knight thrust his crotch against his own; his pants becoming tighter, wishing he could run himself without restrictions.
Naughty noises filtered from his mouth as talented lips attacked his neck. "Dwalin," he sobbed, clinging onto his shoulders when sharp teeth trailed his neck. His hips shook as he felt his alarmingly shameful near release. "Please, I'm close I- ah-"
"None of that, my prince," was growled and suddenly he's no longer standing, he's hoisted from the floor, thrown over his knights shoulder with one hand, as the other pushed his bedroom door open. "If I'm to receive a gift, I shall take it in the private chambers," he said and before he could giggle, he's thrown till he lands on the soft bed with plush pillows and blankets with a cry, and before he can say anything else, he's startled when his ankle is pulled towards the feet of the bed. "Sorry lad, I didn't-"
"OH! Oh, that's so… forward of you!" He interrupts him, throwing his arms above his head, "I would never dare to say no to my faithful knight. So," he arches his back, ignoring the self-conscious flush that crawls up his neck, "take what you wish."
Dwalin growled. His hands hovered above Fili's thighs for a second before he seemed to considered; he pulled back and straightened his back, looking down at the prince.
For a moment, he didn't say anything, taking his time as he looked down at the nervous dwarf propped on the bed, then, slowly, his hands to to the thick buckle on his robes, undoing the many safety buckles, till his armor finally flatters on the ground.
Fili's mouth watered, and he tried to sit up to help him with the leather jerkin when the dark stare from above stopped his movements.
"You don't have to move, my prince. I'll do the work."
"Thank you, my knight," he said; he hoped he could make him hurry, to accelerate the process so soon they entwined around the other. His patience was growing thin as the warrior undid the leather clasps of his clothing. "But please hurry, before I- s-spoil myself."
He gained a chuckle, but it wasn't a joke; his erection was growing painful inside his now tight pants, he removed in them shifting the pressure. His back arched again with another shift of his hips; he gasped hoping to break his control, but the warrior just looked down, as the last clasp flew open, and he shook the clothing to the floor.
But he wasn't rewarded immediately.
Instead, the knight has the audacity to remain standing immobile; his eyes gleam proud, and Fili takes his time savoring the broad shoulders, puffed chest and the roads of dark hair above his body, and how they trailed down. He longed to trail his fingers down the trail till he wrapped around him, but has to be punished to lay unmoving and untouched.
He whined, itching to get up and use his hands, but the dark look he received made him swallow any possible complaint.
"Dwalin-" he starts, trying to sit but a growl cut him.
"Be still."
Fili stares as Dwalin's fingers trailed down his sides to hook on the belt tied around the waist of his pants; with a tug, the knot let go, dangling from his fist till he let it clutter the rest of the mess on the floor.
A curse slipped from Fili's lips as the warrior thick efficient fingers work to undo one clasp of his pants, then another, finally unbuckling the heavy letter strap with a metal buckle.
"Dwa-" he stops what he was saying when a hand snakes around his ankle pulling him towards the edge of the bed, "My knight, please, no more playing I can't-"
Dwalin leaned over, his naked body above Fili's completely clothed one. The Prince gasped when his lips caressed his ear, then whispered: "You'll take what I give you."
Fuck.
Teeth clamped onto his earlobe, sending a jolt through Fili that had him scrambling to hold on the shoulders. A tsk reprimands him and he tightened his hold, his fingers digging sharply into the thick skin as hands came to rip his grip away.
"I can't keep my hands away, please-" he begs, receiving a sigh and lets go of him. Kisses trail down his neck, ripping little whimpers through his lips.
He opened his eyes to look at his knight. His free hand, the one not standing his weight on Fili's side, was slowly making his way down from his neck. Talented fingers undo Fili's less complicated clothing.
"Hurry," he begs when the knight leans over,holding his feet and slowly removing his boots, and throwing them away. "Dwalin-"
"I thought my prince was calling me something else."
"My knight, please, I'm begging."
He made him laugh, a soft rumble that came from his throat as he littered kisses up his legs, while his hands moved up to his chest, unbuckling the clasps.
The clothing was now fully opened, and pushed down to the sides. The knight crawled forward, heavy kisses trailing down his neck, above his collarbones till they landed on the hair-covered chest of the prince.
Teeth grazed a nipple, biting down hard enough to receive a sharp gasp in response. He soothes the light pulsating pain with a long lick to the nipple, caressed the sides of the swollen red nub, then bite down again.
"I beg you! You either take me or I'll have to look for someone who will-!" Before he can finish the sentence, his hair is pulled back ripping a cry from him that turned into a whimper when teeth grazed his earlobe, close enough to drawing blood.
"No one deserves to lay their hands above your royal skin, not even me."
"You do! Please, I need you-!" He cried, his voice muffled by the lips that silence him. Calloused hands lowered to his thighs and he opened them crying into his mouth, his tongue rubbing into the other. "Dwalin," he drools, tightening his grip around his shoulder. "Take me, please, I cant no more," he whined loudly.
"Lad- I need you to-"
"I need you!" He begged, trying to untie his own pants but his wrists were pushed above his head.
"You have to wait," he growled over the needy crying.
"I can't wait-! Please, I can't-" he sobs,rubbing himself harder, feeling how each contact made his cock grow.
Dwalin pushes him back, fixing a distance between them as his hands settled above his pants. He moans when they're tugged down his legs, and once they are freed from the fabric, he closes their distance by wrapping his legs around Dwalin's, rocking his now freed crotch against the other.
Naughty noises escape from his throat as their cocks rubbed against the other, enjoying the delicious friction between their naked bodies.
"My prince, would you allow a humble servant to take you?"
"YES, YES, PLEASE, I- I can't wait anymore!" his voice lowers slowly with each word, "please, take all that pleases you-! But do it quick before I- I- please-!"
Dwalin lowers himself then tugs Fili again, the prince can only cry as a mouth closed around his member; he thrusts inside the warm mouth, his nails burying on the soft skin as a rough finger rubbed over his hole; he shakes, trying to push it inside of him.
"Prince," he hears but he ignores all warning pushing himself further; it breaches inside of him and Dwalin moans around his cock.
"If you don't start touching me properly, I'm gonna choke you."
"Don't threaten me with a good time, lad."
"Dwalin, please…"
"… Hold tight."
Fili didn't have time to even hold tighter when he swallowed a gasp. Dwalin's lips closed around his dick; Fili's hands flew to his hair, pulling it making him moan around his cock.
The knight hummed around his cock, the vibrations traveling up his spine causing him to gasp and tug the hair, bucking his hips against his face. His tip hit the back of his lover's throat, and he did again, till his pelvis was flushed against the face.
“Oh, Mahal,” he whines, closing his shaky legs around Dwalin's neck. The knight's head bobbing up and down, while his hand stroked the base of his cock.
As he looks down at the knight, Fili was certain he was going to die.
Dark eyes looked up as he ran his tongue over the heated skin, drool slipping past his lips and down his throbbing member. His dick twitched inside the hot mouth as the dwarf took him even deeper, slipping past the ring and hitting the back of his throat.
A shaky moan escaped his lips, hips bucking forward, member pushing deeper as Dwalin gripped his thighs strongly; he felt the telltale sensation in his skin of future bruises and wished nothing more than get them around his throat and chest. To be marked.
Fili's fingers tightened in his hair as he thrust wildly into the mouth. He moaned around his length, sending vibrations up his cock.
He cries out and he feels himself getting close, and tries to push him away, but tightens his hold on his legs and swallows as far as he can go, ignoring the choking sounds then the loud swallowed of his pre-cum.
Fili sinks on the bed, hands gripping tightly into the hair as he pushed the head down as he came. Teary eyes look up as hungry ones look down.
Dwalin pulls back, swallowing as much as he could, but some escaped through the corners of his lips and rolled down his mouth to his beard.
"… Why are you stopping?" He asked softly. Dwalin laughed, then leaned down to kiss him; tasting himself on the other's lips should be disgusting, instead it send a wave of pleasure and warmth down his stomach that pooled around his crotch. "I'm ready again."
"I ain't so young."
"I didn't ask you that. Continue."
"As you wish," he whispered against his lips, then sealed the promise with a kiss. Fili sank into the kiss, not caring to stop the beggin whimpers, but they were interrupted by a high-pitch yell when a finger drew circles around his hole.
"Dwa-Dwalin," he begged, "if you don't fuck me now, I'm going to come again-"
A slicked finger breached into him, and he buckled against it, whimpering against the knight's mouth, very unlike a prince.
"Patience, my prince," he grumbled, pressing the words against his lips.
A second finger joined the first, stretching him wider. The fingers push against his nub, that bundle of nerved deep inside him making him cry, then they separate, scissoring him open. The world around him begins to blur again, his open legs widen as they shake, and he feels himself edging closer to his limit once again; he moans, separating from the lips as he throws his head back, his breathing growing louder with each push of the thick digits inside him.
The fingers accelerate, making loud, wet noises against his ass. His head feels heavier as he arches his back, the noises growing louder, then before he can realize its happening, he reaches his peak a second time, coming hard against the strong hand of his knight.
But he didn't pull away, or give him a second to catch his breath.
Dwalin pushes a third finger. He feels so sensitive and full, its too much. Way too much.
"W-wait-" he gasped, his fingers curling agaisnt the long hair, pulling it warningly.
But he didn't stop.
He drove his fingers faster, curling against the sensitive spot over and over again; the noises turned louder, and he felt himself growing even wetter than before as he begged loudly, arching against him.
The squelching grew faster and more aggressive as he drove his fingers inside of him, till he came again in a strangled cry, bucking against them.
"I-I can't- please, Dwalin…"
"What more do you want, my love?"
He thrust against the fingers, tears rolling down his eyes and legs. "Please."
"Of course," and that's all he wanted to hear.
There's a wet noise, resembling a pop that he never wants to hear again as the fingers pull out from him in a swift motion. The feeling of emptiness makes him want to cry, but it doesn't last, not when his knight nuzzle his face and kisses his lips, moving his body as he settles between his legs.
Dwalin grips Fili's right thigh and pushes it back till its bent; his mouth falls open on a silent plea when Dwalin pushed himself inside, breaching through the tight ring. Dwalin thrusts inside him, his hips rolling around when he's fully inside. The head almost licking his inside walls, pushing maddening against the bundle of nerves deep inside of him.
Sweat pours off of Dwalin with the effort, but the expression on his face was grateful as he looked down at his eyes, pupils blown wide and mouth closed in a tight scowl (he would joke about it in the future, long after this, poking fun on his 'concentration face').
Fili meets the thrusts, clamping around the cock inside of him, loudly begging for more.
When he comes for the third time, its so hard that he clamps around the intrusion and tightens his grip on the shoulders, his nails digging into the skin losing all sense with reality. He shakes, blindly, hoping to ride this delicious sensation for longer, but it dissipated after a minute and he's once again in reality looking up at his lover.
Dwalin breathes difficultly, Fili spreads kisses on his face, "that was even better than I imagined," he gasped once his mouth was capable of speaking khuzdul again; while tired, he still grinds against him, his sensitive hole tightening around it.
"Lad, this acting thing isn't for me, I just wanted to pleasure you without the fanfare."
"But its fun!" He laughs, and glares when Dwalin tries to get out of him. "You're to stay inside."
Dwalin growls, but complies, pulling his thigh higher and rolling his hips even as the arm that held his body above Fili's shook. "I'm not a pebble, lad, I need my rest."
"You can rest later," he says, peppering kisses on his lips. "Feedback: next time we don't wear that many layers."
"Why? Didn't you enjoy the tension?"
"Not at all, why does it take so long to remove your pants?!"
"So I don't go flashing anyone accidentally in the middle of a fight,lad."
"Well, you can flash me any-"
They both jump when a thud is heard from the side. Fili's head snaps towards the crash expecting accusing eyes, but instead is met with his closet.
… Big enough for someone to hide in it…
Dwalin pulls out of him, getting out from the bed and standing straight staring at the possibly hidden person. Fili wished he could get his attention to stare at the cum leaking from him and rolling down his legs, but their attention was elsewhere.
His lover walks towards it and pulls the hideout open.
Fili had hoped something inside had fallen, but no. He gasped and hurried to cover himself with the blanket, uncaring of dirtying the fabrics.
There's a wobbly voice coming from inside, "I promise I didn't see anything!"
Fili closes his eyes tightly, doing everything in his power to not look at Nori as he was pushed out of the room by a, still very naked, Dwalin.