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Smaug laid Bilbo gently on the bed. Starting at his groin, he gave a long sniff up the length of his body, stopping to snuffle Bilbo’s neck.
“You smell much better now. Just the two of us, hardly any of him left at all.”
To punctuate his point, Smaug sucked a hard mark into Bilbo’s neck and rubbed against his body. He kissed up Bilbo’s jaw and across his cheek, landing the last one on his lips. A dark look stole across his features.
“I hated his scent on you,” he said. “You smell much better in mine.”
Bilbo grinned and leaned up to kiss him. “If you say so.”
“I do say so. You are mine.”
“I rather like it when you are possessive. Say it again.”
Smaug punctuated each syllable with a lick across Bilbo’s lips. “You. Are. Mine.”
Bilbo captured his tongue on the last one. Smaug pressed their lips together forcefully as Bilbo sucked his tongue.
When they stopped again, Smaug kept talking as though he had not been interrupted. “Mine and not his. I have half a mind to flood you so full of semen that his memory is completely washed away.”
Bilbo feigned surprise. “What a vulgar thing to say! Nearly as vulgar as licking his come out of me so I wouldn’t have him inside me any longer.”
Smaug made a face. “It was unpleasant but it needed done.”
“Did it, now?“ Bilbo asked softly.
Smaug nodded slightly. “I could not bear his filth inside you, not after I decided I wanted you for my own.”
“May I inqure when you decided that?”
“Sometime in between the moment you first giggled and your request to touch me.”
Bilbo felt warm all over. So soon? he thought.
He asked, “When did you decide to take me to bed?
Smaug did not hesitate. “Approximately 30 seconds after you made the aforementioned request to touch me.”
Bilbo found this enlightening and the elation he felt was more than a bit heady.
“When did you start falling in love?” he asked.
Now Smaug’s tone grew impatient. “When you took my hand for the first time and let me lead you to bed. When did you get so inquisitive?”
“I’m in love with this genius, you see…”
Smaug’s tone softened considerably. “Tell me more. When did you first become attracted to said genius?”
“I watched you sleeping before we met. I did not know what it was, but I was compelled to stare for quite a while before I remembered my purpose--”
“--And was gloriously caught.”
Bilbo snorted. “Gloriously?”
“It was glorious for me,” Smaug said meaningfully.
Bilbo tugged Smaug’s face down for another hungry kiss. Smaug rolled them over, pulling Bilbo on top of him. Bilbo rubbed their pricks together, mouthing kisses along Smaug’s chest.
“I wish I would have thought to nick some oil,” Bilbo said.
“Oil?”
“For something slick so I would have an easier time taking you inside me. Your saliva is a useful consistency, but I don’t think you could lick me enough for something that large.”
Smaug froze for a moment, as though he had disappeared behind his eyes.
“Smaug?” Bilbo said, concerned.
Smaug’s eyes grew huge and his lips rounded in joyful surprise. He pushed Bilbo off him and jumped off the bed. “Oh! That is brilliant, that is gorgeous!”
“What is?”
Smaug took off out the door.
“Smaug?” Bilbo called after him.
“Just a moment!” Smaug’s voice echoed back to him.
When Smaug returned, he found Bilbo laying on his side, idly stroking himself. He proudly produced a jar.
Bilbo furrowed his brow. “What is that?”
“Slick! It was a by-product of one of my experiments. Extremely slippery, I think we’ll find it most agreeable.”
“Experime--Smaug, this isn’t going to make your prick fall off or rot me from the inside out, is it?”
“No, no, no, of course not. I’ve even ingested a little out of curiosity. I assure you, it is fully organic.”
“So is Widow’s Wort, but it isn’t a good idea to get any on one’s skin,” Bilbo groused.
“It is neither poison nor necrogenic,” Smaug promised.
He eyed Bilbo still running his fingers across his prick and set the jar on the table in favor of climbing into bed with him. He wrapped his arms under Bilbo and kissed him. Bilbo momentarily lost his will to banter when Smaug slid down to his cock and swirled his tongue around it. Leaning back, Smaug unfurled more of his tongue and darted between Bilbo’s cleft to nudge his opening.
Bilbo sucked in a breath. “Open me,” he said.
Smaug rested Bilbo’s thighs on his shoulders and he invaded him with his miraculous appendage. Bilbo mewled and squirmed while Smaug’s tongue impossibly widened and pulled against him.
“More,” Bilbo pleaded.
Smaug shifted to procure the jar he brought. He scooped out a blob of the milky, jam-like substance and rubbed it against Bilbo’s opening. Stretched from his tongue, Smaug was able to fit three fingers in. Bilbo bowed up with a squeal, shoulder blades and feet the only things still touching the blanket. Smaug eased him back down with his free hand gently pressing against his stomach. Widening his fingers and moving slightly in and out, Smaug added a fourth. Bilbo gulped deep breaths and eventually relaxed around the intrusion.
“Would you like to try?” Smaug said, voice quivering with desire.
“Please!” Bilbo wailed.
“It is best for you if we do it as before.”
Smaug slid out of Bilbo one finger at a time so he would not clench. They traded places and Bilbo straddled him. Smaug scooped out a generous amount of his former experiment and coated his cock. He smeared a little more along Bilbo’s entrance for good measure.
Bilbo met his eyes and smiled. Smaug reached up and threaded his fingers through Bilbo’s. Bilbo eased down onto Smaug’s cock. He was able to fit more than last time already. With agonizing slowness that made Smaug whimper with want, Bilbo was able to take in more and more as he went. He felt the texture of each soft-covered plate with every movement. He paused frequently to adjust, feeling his own pulse thud against the enormous intrusion. Just when he thought he might split in two, Smaug whispered in astonishment, “You almost have all of it.”
It took three more rounds of stroking and pausing, but at last Bilbo could rest his bum against Smaug’s groin.
“You have my full length,” Smaug sighed blissfully. “You feel good. So, so good.”
“I’ve never…this is…” Bilbo didn’t realize until he began talking that he was a little too overwhelmed to speak coherently. He gave up and simply whispered, “Oh, Smaug.”
Smaug reached up to cradle Bilbo’s jaw, gently smoothing a thumb over his lips. Bilbo kissed it.
Bilbo couldn’t bear to truly fuck something so large and textured yet, so he circled his hips and squirmed around on it instead. It stimulated all the most delicious spots this way. He rose up perhaps about an inch or so and lowered himself a few times and that was also delightful. Smaug sighed sweet moans and rumbled in approval. Bilbo felt him stroke his thighs and cup his backside. The sensations only spurred him onward. His breaths were coming quick and the pressure swelled within to nearly unbearable. Bilbo stroked himself to relieve some of the ache and gasped in surprise as his orgasm suddenly slammed into him. He vaguely could hear Smaug say, “Bilbo, no” over the roar of blood in his ears. Past the blinding pleasure, he felt the painful cramp and the nausea again. With a slight taste of sulfur in his mouth, his vision mottled and his awareness ceased.
Bilbo was on his back when his eyes opened again. Smaug was pressed against his side and humming a wordless tune softly in his ear. Smaug rested his head on his elbow when he felt him stir and he softly caressed Bilbo’s chest with a knuckle.
“Idiot,” he said lovingly. “If you were not used to half of it last time, what made you deduce you could finish around all of it this time?”
Bilbo reached up to toy with a curl. “If you’ll pardon me, I was too busy getting off to deduce much of anything.”
Smaug captured Bilbo’s hand and kissed it.
“Impatient. We need to work you up to that so you do not pass out every time.” Smaug’s face clouded. “It frightens me when I lose you like that.”
“I apologize.”
“How do you feel?”
“Amazing, all things considered,” Bilbo said, dipping into Smaug’s collarbone to have a taste.
Smaug sighed raggedly. Bilbo kissed down to his nipple to tease it. Glancing downward, he saw Smaug was mostly erect.
“Oh! I passed out and you did not finish. Wait, did you finish?”
Smaug made a disgusted noise. “After you fainted? Of course I didn’t finish!”
“That was terribly selfish of me, then.”
“Well, you were rather busy being unconscious,” Smaug said dryly.
“Let me make it up to you.”
Bilbo kissed his way down Smaug’s torso, parting his lips on each pass so his tongue could brush the skin. He slightly scraped his nails along Smaug’s thigh when he stopped between his legs, eliciting a moan and a full-body twitch. Bilbo ignored Smaug’s cock , opting instead to pepper the underside of Smaug’s tail with little licks and kisses. Smaug groaned and sighed “Yes,” drawing out the “s” as though he were leaking air. Bilbo giggled and continued dropping lower, eventually popping the tip in his mouth. Smaug grunted and his shoulders lifted up off the bed. Bilbo sucked and Smaug fell backwards, arching up and vocalizing low.
“So good,” Smaug murmured.
“Oh?” Bilbo said before pulling it into his mouth a bit deeper.
“S-sensitive.”
Bilbo teased with a few more licks before moving to Smaug’s knee and climbing up his thigh. Resting his body against Smaug’s leg, Bilbo ran feather-light touches up the former dragon’s shaft. He could hardly believe he managed to take this whole, glorious monster inside of him. Using his thumb to massage under the head, Bilbo realized Smaug was right. They would have to work up to Bilbo being able to finish without passing out because Bilbo needed to feel Smaug let loose his seemingly endless pulses of semen while buried inside him to the root. He became dimly aware that he was hard again and rutting against Smaug’s leg.
“I have something better you can push that erection into,” Smaug said silkily.
Bilbo moved up to gaze into his eyes.
“Intriguing,” he said.
Bilbo snaked his tongue between Smaug’s lips and sealed their mouths together. Smaug responded with a soft sound and pushed past Bilbo’s teeth insistently. Bilbo moved against his body, dragging his thighs across Smaug’s cock. Bilbo felt hands tangle into his hair and tighten while they kissed wildly.
Smaug broke from him, panting. “Take me,” he growled.
“Roll over,” Bilbo said, moving off him.
Smaug did as he was told.
Bilbo stretched to the bed table to wet his fingers with Smaug‘s experiment. Sitting back on his heels, Bilbo’s cock twinged involuntarily at the sight in front of him. Smaug was on his stomach with his hips raised, but not quite on all fours. His tail was canted up and to the side as he presented himself for Bilbo’s pleasure. Bilbo was almost dizzy with desire.
“This is one of the most gorgeous things I’ve ever seen in my born days,” Bilbo said reverently. He gently rubbed around Smaug’s entrance.
Smaug scoffed toward the pillow. “My anus?”
Bilbo lightly slapped his bottom. “No. You, stretched out in your filthy glory, offering yourself to me. I had no idea that dragons were such needy little tarts.”
Smaug pushed back insistently. “And I wish you’d take it. Yes, I need it. I need you. I’ll beg if you think it necessary, though it seems tedious when you could just--”
He exhaled suddenly with a drawn out “ooh” when Bilbo slipped two fingers inside him at once to cease his chatter. Had it been another time, Bilbo may have teased his impatient lover but due to Bilbo’s fainting, Smaug had already been kept waiting longer than was kind. BIlbo took only the time he needed.
Reaching for a little more slick, Bilbo pulled Smaug up by the hips to a more agreeable height. He pressed the tip of his cock inside a bit at first, again finding it surprisingly easy to bury himself completely. While Bilbo hummed ecstatically, Smaug clenched the blanket in both his hands and keened. Bilbo pulled out nearly to the head and rolled back in fully flush. Smaug’s wings spread wide with a snap. He heard Smaug breathing out short sounds. After a moment, he realized Smaug was nearly chanting “Yes,” over and over. Bilbo could not help but be somewhat smugly pleased with himself.
“’Smaug the Impenetrable,’ indeed. They don’t know you like I know you,” Bilbo teased.
“No one knows me the way you know me,” Smaug whispered.
Moved, Bilbo’s cockiness melted away. He wrapped his hands around Smaug’s stomach and stroked in and out of him languidly, letting his head fall forward onto his back just above the root of his tail. Smaug’s tail twitched off to the side in time with Smaug’s grunts.
“Harder,” Smaug said.
Bilbo sat up and gripped Smaug by the hips. Using both his legs to push and his arms to pull, Bilbo fucked him relentlessly. The bed slammed into the wall and Smaug wailed. Bilbo noted with distant amusement that Smaug’s wings kept flexing in and stretching out in response to the sensations. Bilbo’s thighs felt as though they were on fire, but nothing in the world was going keep him from hammering these beautiful noises out of Smaug.
“I-I need to see you,” Smaug croaked.
Except for that.
Bilbo eased out and Smaug rolled over. He straddled Smaug’s tail and lifted his hips enough to fit inside again. He propped himself up on his arms to observe. Smaug’s cock was leaking steadily in response to the stimulation inside. Locking their gaze, Bilbo curled inward and lapped at it. Smaug seized his head with both hands.
“Do you love me?” He asked, voice raspy.
“Yes,” Bilbo replied.
Smaug’s eyes were pleading and raw. “Tell me.”
“I love you,” Bilbo said. “I don’t have words for how much I love you.”
Smaug closed his eyes and quirked a small smile. “Then show me,” he sighed.
Bilbo rocked into him and Smaug pushed back, establishing a rhythm. Smaug ran his hands over Bilbo’s arms and shoulders, squeezing here or scratching lightly there whenever Bilbo angled just so.
Smaug’s tail curled around Bilbo’s side.
“Wet it,” Smaug said.
Bilbo gripped the head of Smaug’s cock to gather the wetness seeping from it. Smaug bucked and gasped at the touch. Bilbo smeared it around the tip of Smaug’s tail, pulling forth another moan. Smaug’s tail inelegantly prodded Bilbo’s hole, but it was enough to gain entry. With every push into Smaug, he would pull away from the tail and Smaug would cry out. Each pull back resulted in lovely, tight suction on Bilbo’s cock and Smaug’s tail stretching his arse. Bilbo felt incredibly full for one who was doing the fucking. He looked down at his own cock as he pumped and, although he was of a very respectable size for a hobbit, felt a moment of disappointment that he could not bring Smaug the sort of mind-bending pleasure that he himself received. In his delirium, Bilbo licked two of his fingers and pushed them inside Smaug, pad side up, along with his cock. Smaug grabbed the pillow and screamed into it. Bilbo hooked his fingers until Smaug screamed louder and pushed his tail into him further.
“Don’t stop,” Smaug repeated, brokenly.
Bilbo did not think he could stop if he wanted to. He was of a single mind. He rubbed and undulated, completely bent on riding them both to their inevitable release.
Smaug was hissing and guttering what Bilbo only supposed were curses in yet some other forgotten language. Bilbo did not recognize the noises coming from his own mouth as the dual stimulation rendered him nearly incapable of speech. Bilbo worked his fingers and his cock in concert, noting that Smaug’s noises were growing higher pitched and ever more desperate. Smaug’s entire body went tense, wings shooting full span from side-to-side, cords in his neck defined in full relief while Smaug clutched at Bilbo’s hips. Without so much as a finger brushing his cock, Smaug erupted in a flood across his stomach. The pillow had long since been thrown to the floor and Smaug was roaring as he came.
Bilbo felt the muscles clamp and flutter hard against his cock and digits. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to follow Smaug’s orgasm with his own. Easing out his fingers, he reached his arms around to grab Smaug’s buttocks for leverage and pumped him hard.
“Too much, too much,” Smaug breathed.
“Just a moment, I need--”
“Too much!” Now it sounded like a sob.
“Almost--”
Bilbo surged forward with a wail, jerking his hips as he finished inside Smaug’s still-spasming arse. Breathing hard through the aftershocks, he became dimly aware that Smaug was running his fingers through his hair and softly whispering his name. He collapsed against an elbow--muscles now rebelling--and gently slid out of his lover. He rolled over onto his back. Smaug was immediately hovering over him, seemingly oblivious to the seed dripping between them. Bilbo noticed delicate tendrils of smoke were curling outward from Smaug’s ears. He reached up and brushed Smaug‘s cheek.
“Are you okay?” Bilbo asked.
Smaug nodded. “When you grabbed my behind, your every stroke prodded against the same gland you utilized so efficiently to make me come.”
“I’m so sorry. I was close to coming myself and it was all I could think about,” Bilbo said guiltily.
“It was torturous, but erotically. I might be…amenable to exploring that sensation again.”
Bilbo smiled and closed his eyes. After a few moments, he noticed he hadn’t felt Smaug shift or move. He opened his eyes again to see Smaug in the same spot and gazing at him in wonder.
“What?”
“I’m trying to figure out how you do this to me, how you give me these feelings. Hundreds of years I’ve been on this earth and I’ve not felt like this so much as once. I’m so in love with you right now that I feel inebriated. I love you more than I did this morning, but I thought I loved you like mad then! If these feelings are growing like this after only a couple days, what will it feel like in a week? A month? A year?”
Bilbo couldn’t help but grin. Smaug looked genuinely flummoxed by his emotions. He encouraged him to relax against him. Bilbo knew they would regret not cleaning up when they woke, but he was unwilling to break the moment for something so mundane.
“We will just have to wait and find out, won’t we, love? Personally,” Bilbo whispered conspiratorially, “I can’t wait to find out.”
He felt Smaug smile against his skin.