Chapter Text
1. Bombur, Bofur, Bifur
Relief was the common emotion, expression, and general all-about feeling in the air that night. Smaug was gone, their dwarven kingdom of old reclaimed, and so much gold surrounding the rather merry band of adventurers. Bilbo Baggins sat in awe, simply staring at the impossibly high ceilings of the palace and the equally impossible mounds of treasure that had slept for years, waiting for its rightful owner to take it back. His mind was so lost in the gleam of gems that he didn't even notice his fingers twitching towards and eventually grabbing a nearby ruby, twirling the gem around as he took in everything.
"Will that be the first part of your share, Master Burglar?"
Bilbo was nearly startled out of his skin by the sound of the Company leader's voice. His grip on the ruby, already lax as it was, failed and it tumbled to the ground. The resulting sound echoed for many seconds and Bilbo watched as Thorin closed his eyes, seemingly enjoying the way the jewel clanked against gold and stones.
"I-I wasn't...I had completely forgotten about that, to be quite honest...My share doesn't even matter, really! I have no use for it." Bilbo finished this off in a quiet voice and shrugged, looking around him once more.
At this Thorin raised one thick eyebrow, a shadow of a smile playing on his lips as he stalked towards the still-seated hobbit. He knelt down in front of him and picked up the fallen ruby, merely using it to occupy his hands, and watching the halfing grow nervous with some spark of amusement.
"Really now? Riches don't matter to you? Not in the slightest?" Thorin laid his hand on the gold beside Bilbo, leaning in ever closer to the hobbit who now bore a faint blush on his cheeks. Bilbo floundered for words as the king smirked and gripped a handful of coins and gems in his paw of hand. He brought it up so that it was level with the side of Bilbo's head and keep his eyes trained strictly on the halfing as he spoke.
"Because I would have you draped in them." He grip on the treasure loosened and coins fell, creating noise where there was silence. "I would shower you in metal finery and precious gems until you gleamed like a dragon's belly." Thorin noted the increased rise and fall of Bilbo's chest with dark, hungry eyes and smirked once more as the blush dusting Bilbo's cheeks grew in intensity.
Without warning or much ceremony, Thorin rose to his feet and held out a hand to Bilbo, his other still clenched around the ruby. With a flick of his eyes, Thorin gestured to the main area where the rest of the company was waiting.
"Come now, Burglar. My nephews managed to find some edible wildlife nearby and Dwalin found some nicely aged wine in the untouched portions of the palace. There's a feast waiting."
2.
Bilbo had barely any time to say anything in response to Thorin as he was dragged from his comfortable mound of gold and to the others. There was song and drink being passed around, the dwarves eager to sing ballads of victory. To the side a fire was roaring with Bombur roasting fine smelling meats and Bifur standing next to him, utensil in hand as if excited and determined to get the first bite of the night.
As he looked around the Company, now free of Thorin's hold, he noticed something was off. There was an air of impatience around them bleeding through the good natured and victorious mood. Despite the hearty songs and laughter that rang through the area, Bilbo sensed something more underfoot. Speaking of underfoot, the hobbit had just walked over something incredibly soft and plush. He looked down, confusion etching itself onto his features at the sight of many furs laid about the stone flooring. Some pillows even littered the ground, thrown about in such a way that looked very enticing to Bilbo.
"What is-"
Thorin cut in as he sat upon the largest mound of pillows, one leg bent and the other spread out in front with his arms laying across the pillows to either side of him. He looked every inch the regal king he was in that instance; Though his throne was plush instead of its rightful stone, it took nothing from the imagery. "Oin and Gloin retrieved them from the abandoned royal wing and shook them of dust. They'll make much more appropriate bedding for tonight's festivities than our abused bedrolls."
"Tonight's...festivities? I thought we were just going to eat and rest afterwards. Is there something else I'm missing?"
"Nothing at all, laddie. We'll eat," Dwalin spoke, mouth curling into a lecherous grin. "And then some of will rest. Some might even have seconds of this...feast."
It did little to calm Bilbo's nerves, but at Thorin's call he sat next to the king, his knees tucked under him and hands in his lap. He surveyed the rest of the dwarves, keeping an eye out for any other strange behavior. First Thorin with the treasure, and now Dwalin. Thorin's voice snapped him out of his thoughts soon enough, calling Ori over with two cups of wine. The scholar handed them over, his eyes trailing over Bilbo when the hobbit wasn't looking, hunger and anticipation clear to those who were.
Bilbo gripped the cup, a chalice more like, with trembling hands. Something wasn't right and it made cold dread curl in his stomach. Thorin watched the hobbit with eyes of steel, noticing every nervous tick and bob of his adam's apple. Reaching over with his free hand, he set his fingers neath' the base of Bilbo's cup and tipped it up, encouraging the halfing to drink.
"Drink up, little thief. It'll do your nerves good." And drink the hobbit did. He wasn't unfamiliar with the affects of alcohol and knew Thorin's words held truth, so he hadn't many reservations about doing as Thorin asked. Bilbo was however, shocked at how fast he felt the fuzzy warmth of intoxication spread through him with only a few gulps of sickly sweet wine. He pulled back from the cup with a gasp, his eyes half lidded and lips slightly pink from the drink. Honey, he noted as he licked his lips, seemed to be a prominent flavor. Maybe the drink was honeyed mead instead of wine?
"How old is this? It's incredibly strong." Bilbo was glad for his un-slurred speech, for he was unsure if he could handle the embarrassment of speaking like a babe at the moment. A chuckle from Thorin drew his full attentions to the king even as he gulped the rest of the addictive drink.
"A century, at the very least. It was the only thing that kept once life was stolen from these walls, so it was able to mature without threat of mold or decay. Another glass?"
Bilbo could only nod and present his cup when the king asked, eager for more of the warming liquid to be in his belly to wash away his feelings of anxiety.
3.
Thorin took away Bilbo's cup once the hobbit had finished his second helping, knowing any more would do him in for the night. The food was ready shortly after and Thoring kept Bilbo at his side as they ate. Bombur had prepared the meat with the meager herbs and seasonings they had and yet it came out simply sublime. A thin stew was served with it, warm and filling in way that was relaxing.
Bilbo, in his drunken state, quite happily allowed Thorin to feed him. The dwarf pulled the meat apart, sticking some in his own mouth before letting Bilbo wrap his lips around his fingers in order to take the food from him. Thorin smirked as Bilbo licked the juices from his digits, desperate for a taste of the first decent meal he's had in ages. He kept doing this, mindful of the other dwarves who kept their eyes locked on Bilbo, and kept himself from forcing his fingers down the hobbit's throat. Bilbo, ever eager to eat, sucked and lapped at Thorin's fingers until every last piece of meat and its flavor was nothing more than a memory. He whined when the king denied him more, scowling as Thorin chuckled.
"Calm yourself, little hobbit. There's still food left." Absentmindedly, Thorin licked his fingers that Bilbo has previously worked on as he reached for the still streaming bowl of soup and set it down between him and the hobbit. He smiled as Bilbo stayed put, waiting in his alcohol induced haze for whatever else he was going to serve the halfing. With some caution, he lifted a spoon dripping with soup to Bilbo's lips and tipped it, much like the wine goblet, and watched as Bilbo lapped it up. Some of the liquid missed his mouth but was quickly caught by a pink tongue, darting out from between Bilbo's lips. At once, Thorin was ever grateful for a hobbit's love of food and drink. Judging by poorly concealed moans from around the company, he wasn't the only one, either.
It went on like that, with Bilbo dirtying himself with broth and then cleaning it up with fingers and tongue. When the soup was finished, Thorin held his own wine cup to Bilbo, telling the halfing to drink in order to wash down the foods. A little more of spirits wouldn't hurt Bilbo, especially since the food in his stomach would be soaking up the previous intake. He did however, stop Bilbo before he could down the whole glass. Again, the halfing whined. Bilbo was only met with a sly smirk as Thorin finished the drink himself.
The king set his dishes aside and looked around the company. They were in various states of attentiveness, some completely engrossed in the halfing and others in some stages of conversation with their cousins and brothers. Gloin and Balin were seated further away from the group on their own set of pillows and furs, alerting Thorin to the fact that they weren't going to participate in the celebrations. With this in mind, Thorin nodded to the cook who in turn smiled briefly. Bombur tapped his cousins on the shoulders and they took set aside their dishes, getting ready for the main event with smiles hidden beneath beards.
Bilbo noticed this and looked at Thorin quizzically, wiping what was left of the meal off with his sleeve before voicing his concern. "What exactly is...going on?"
Thorin smiled at Bilbo, fondness and some pity seeping into the expression. He laid his hand on Bilbo's cheek, letting his thumb run over the halfing's bottom lip for a moment and enjoying the small intake of breath his action caused. When he spoke, his voice and the emotion in it shook Bilbo to his very core, the tender tones and unsaid desire awakening some realization of what was about to happen in the hobbit.
"You say you have no need for riches, yet we of the Company still wish to reward you. You've proven yourself many times over on this adventure, Bilbo Baggins, and we dwarves know when a debt is due." While he was talking, Bofur had walked over and stood behind Bilbo, his hands coming to rest gently on the halfing's shoulders. Bilbo looked up in confusion before Thorin's hand led his gaze back to the king with a small pull.
"Take our pleasure instead, Master Burglar."
What could Bilbo do but gulp and stare at the king, with his mind running a mile a minute?
4.
The hobbit was taken to Bofur's furspace with a gentle but insistence hand in his, urging him along. Bifur sat next to Bombur, watching and waiting for their cue to join in, eyes trained on the trembling halfing. Anticipation and suspense curled in every fiber of Bilbo's being but oddly enough, he found that he was not scared in the slightest. These were people he trusted, so what wrong could be done? No answer came to mind when Bofur captured his lips in a kiss, his curled moustache tickling th bare skin of Bilbo's face. It was hurried and sloppy, but held months worth of restrained passion all let loose in one simple action.
Bilbo moaned under Bofur's touch, his inhibitions lowered by the consumed wine and therefore more willing to let the dwarf plunder his mouth. Bofur's hands were hot on his body and through their clothing, though the layers greatly reduced the sensations. They were both standing on their knees, bodies pressed close together as Bofur kept Bilbo's lips attached to his with his hands cupping the halfing's cheeks. From behind him, Bilbo could feel someone, Bifur most likely, wrapping their hands around his waist and toying with the edge of his trousers. Bilbo kept his own hands busy by working Bofur's jackets and tunics off, letting the fabrics and leathers fall around them in noiseless heaps and finally, finally, pressing his palms against Bofur's skin, feeling the heat and heart beat ramming in his chest. Bofur groaned at his, leaving his lips to bite and suck at Bilbo's throat, prompting winded gasps from the hobbit as he did so.
Bifur gripped his hips, pulling their own bodies together and Bilbo whimpered when he felt the dwarf's hard length pressing between his cheeks and oh how it would feel to have that somewhere else, somewhere deeper-
Hands plunged underneath his trousers and small clothes to reach his cock and gripped tight around the shaft. As big as Bifur's hands were, he was able to swipe his thumb over the head of Bilbo's cock without moving his hand much, teasing and taunting the hobbit in doing so. Bilbo moaned deep in his throat, the sound turning desperate when Bofur bit him, hard. It was sure to leave a mark but none seemed to care. Frantic to give as much as he was receiving, Bilbo hastily unlaced Bofur's trousers and helped the dwarf out of them, the task made easier by Bofur as he stood and stepped out of them, already having discarded his boots long ago.
Bifur began to rut against him and Bilbo could feel that he too had removed his lower clothing, the firm shape of his cock now more defined on Bilbo's still clothed ass. Speaking of manhoods, Bilbo couldn't help the strangled moan that fell from his lips as Bofur's sprang forward as he removed his smallclothes. His penis, erect and throbbing with blood, stood proud and Bilbo would be damned if didn't want that down his throat. Bofur, who seemed to have read his mind, laced his fingers through Bilbo's hair and stopped him from going any further, smiling down at Bilbo who glared at him with his mouth open and waiting.
"Not yet, Mister Baggins, not yet." Bilbo whined, once more denied but Bofur ignored him with a lopsided grin. "Bifur, grab the oils. We need to move on."
Bifur groaned and buried his face in the crook of Bilbo's neck, thrusting against him a few more times before following Bofur's request and leaving his spot. Bombur chose that moment to rise from his seat across from them, removing his clothes slowly, not in any rush. If anyone paid attention, they would see how much he was trembling with anticipation. Once his clothes were completely gone, Bofur led Bilbo to removed the remains of his clothing and then to Bombur, prompting the hobbit to clamor up on Bombur's hips as the bigger dwarf laid down. There were pillows propping him up, allowing him to still see the halfing over his large belly as Bilbo got comfortable, the bare skin of his thighs sliding easily over Bombur's own. Bilbo groaned lowly, his erection pressing up against Bombur's girth and providing the friction he lost when Bifur left him. He couldn't help himself and began grinding down, often brushing against Bombur's leaking shaft causing him to buck his hips as much as he could.
Bifur came back soon enough and resumed his position behind Bilbo, straddling Bombur's legs and coating his fingers in oil. The bottle was forgotten for the moment as Bifur pushed Bilbo forward so that he was laying across Bombur's belly, allowing Bilbo to rut against the thick dwarf even more. Bombur responded by clasping his hands over Bilbo's back, easily doing so since Bilbo's body was tiny in comparison, and running his fingers down the hobbit's skin, causing gooseflesh to appear. Bifur's fingers prodded at Bilbo's rectum, slowly spreading the oil around before gently breaching the tight opening. Bilbo stilled, his eyes blown wide at the careful intrusion. Bofur, ever nice as he was, helped to calm the hobbit down by pressing kisses to his lips and petting his hair, whispering encouragements in his ears. Between Bilbo's grinding and Bofur's attentions, Bifur was able to slip his first finger in without getting more than a small, pained whimper from Bilbo. He crooked the appendage as he thrusted in and out, making Bilbo squirm in poorly hidden desire and need as the rather thick digit slid along his most private area, successfully stretching him.
There was a twitch of Bifur's finger in just the right direction and Bilbo keened, all at once thrusting his hips back in an effort to see those stars burst in front of his eyes again. Bofur grinned above him and carded his fingers through Bilbo's hair, tilting his head back so that he could gaze upon the look that crossed Bilbo's features. His eyes unfocused, pupils wide as ever and his mouth had fallen open in a silent scream. Bilbo had his eyebrows furrowed, a look of frustration as he tried to get Bifur to hit that spot again.
"Please...I need...I..." Some saliva had begun to dribble down his chin which Bofur quickly wiped away with the pad of his thumb. Beneath the hobbit, Bombur had begun to grow impatient, moving his hands to Bilbo's slender waist.
"Just a little more, Mister Baggins, and then we'll give you what you need." Bofur planted a sloppy kiss on Bilbo's forehead and then let of his hair, watching as the hobbit was quick to whine and writhe against Bombur to get some form of pleasure. Bifur continued his actions, thrusting faster and hitting that delicious spot over and over. He slowed his pace and set about carefully adding a second finger, stopping when Bilbo's muscles clenched around him. Bofur kept up his encouragements and soon enough, Bilbo was swallowing that second finger deep inside. This went on, Bilbo rutting against Bombur's girth and erection, Bifur fingering him brutally and Bofur whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
After what seemed like an eternity, Bifur removed his fingers and grumbled something in Dwarvish, gripping Bilbo's hips once more and lifting him until he was positioned over Bombur's weeping erection. Before he sunk down on it, Bofur stepped over his cousin so that his legs were on either side of Bombur with his cock bouncing freely in front of Bilbo's face. The grip in Bilbo's hair returned as Bofur nodded to Bifur who then gently helped Bilbo lower himself on Bombur's engorged shaft. As the head of the fat prick breached him and a gasp escaped his lips, Bofur pulled his head forward, pushing his erection into Bilbo's mouth, trying to match how much was in either end. Bilbo, impatient now that he finally had a taste of the cock he was craving, raised his hands and curled them around Bofur's hips, his thumbs digging into the dip of his pelvis and pulling him closer. He took Bofur's shaft as far as he could, moaning around it as he sunk deep onto Bombur.
In the mean time, Bifur has positioned himself behind Bilbo once more, lining up his cock with the crack Bilbo's ass and grinding down. His movements were helped by Bilbo who eagerly bounced on Bombur as the pain subsided, leaving only the memory of a burning stretch, now replaced by pleasure from all sides.
Bilbo swallowed around Bofur, groaning and sending virbrations along his length and using the smallest amount of teeth to drag along Bofur's erection. The dwarf responded in kind, spurred on by both of his cousin's hearty moans and out of breath wheezing, and held Bilbo's head in place as he began to fuck the hobbit's mouth.
The hobbit in mention felt tears well up in the corners of his eyes, gagging when Bofur went too deep. Bofur was kind enough to hold back until Bilbo regained himself and then went back into the fray, now holding the base of cock so that Bilbo would not have to swallow him completely again. It worked to Bilbo's advantage, now feeling more comfortable in taking Bofur's dick as far as his fingers allowed him. The musky, raw smell of Bofur put him on egde, his senses reacting in the most pleasant of ways. It set him off, the heat in his belly coiling tight as he moved faster.
Bombur's cock was hot and heavy inside him, crooked upward and hitting every pleasure spot he had. The slick, wet, obscene sounds coming from between them and the overwhelming smell of sweat and sex made Bilbo mad with pleasure, his hips moving ever faster to get friction on his cock and so much more of Bombur. Bilbo wrapped a free hand around his own shaft, swiping his hand over it in a sloppy rhythm trying to reach climax. Bifur noticed this and covered the hobbit's hand with his own, having Bilbo thrust into them in time with Bifur's grinding.
The heat was insane, over powering, and simply divine. Above him, he knew Bofur had to feel the same way based off of his actions. He had gripped Bilbo's head tight, thrusting into his mouth as far as he would dare and stilling, his ball sac tightening until he spent his seed. Bilbo was surprised at first but got over the shock, eagerly swallowing down the offered drink. Bofur milked his climax thoroughly, making sure Bilbo got every last drop before pulling out and dropping to his knees beside the trio, breathing deeply with his mouth wide open. The spent dwarf huffed and puffed, pulling Bilbo into a bruising kiss until the hobbit begged for air. At that moment, Bilbo clenched tightly around Bombur, broken moans leaving him in quick succession of each other. He urged Bifur to stroke faster and faster, his teeth grinding and toes curling as he found his peak.
"Oh, oh, oh-Yes!" His spunk went across his and Bombur's bellies, sticky and warm to the touch, making the previously smooth slide of skin uncomfortable.
Bombur cursed and sped up, slamming his hips up into Bilbo with a renewed ferocity, the action made difficult by Bilbo's tightening. The hobbit tried to stay strong through his post-orgasm haze, fighting to keep himself up even as his body screamed at him. He would have been immobile without Bombur's help, his arms limp and body leaning back against Bifur's chest. The impaired dwarf grunted loudly in his ear, finishing himself off and painting Bilbo's back side with his cum. Seeing and hearing his cousin orgasm, Bombur gave one final thrust before holding the hobbit down fully on his cock and Bilbo could physically feel the dwarf's ball tighten beneath him. It was the only warning he got before the hot spurt of semen coated his insides.
Bilbo was perfectly content to stay seated on Bombur's now limp cock, but he was soon pulled off by Bofur. There was some discomfort and stray bites of pleasure as Bombur's flaccid penis left him, its semen dripping freely down his buttocks and thighs as Bofur helped him to stand on shaky legs. The feeling of the liquid spilling out of him was obscene and foul, but Bilbo would be damned if he denied the insane spark of lust he felt at the thought of being so full of the stuff that he was overflowing.
Bofur kept him steady for a while, turning him to face Thorin who looked upon the spent hobbit with eyes narrowed, dark and pure need oozing from the expression, his lips pulled into a thin line. One word left his mouth and Bilbo's knees gave out from under him, whether from disbelief or sudden, crippling want, he didn't know. If it hadn't been for Bofur, he would have fallen.
"Next."