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It had begun in Mirkwood.

Or at least that’s what Bilbo thought, he wasn’t actually sure, what with the running from giant spiders and then keeping himself hidden in the Elven King’s halls as he planned to free his dwarves.

He had the vague memory of a blast of tree or flower pollen hitting him square in the face as he’d dived down after seeing something coming their way in the tree-tops. He’d nearly fallen at the sensation, he’d slipped dangerously before he’d hit the ground, and then it had been a whirling chaos of shouting, swords and far, far too many legs that Bilbo hadn’t given much attention to the sudden itching under his skin.

To be honest he had waved that away as a reaction to the spiders in general.

But as he hid himself away with his ring he had begun to realise that he was likely in a lot more trouble than he first realised.

It was ignorable at first, an annoying prickle across his body that had him absently scratching at the skin of his side, or running a hand across an ankle. A little distracting but nothing he gave much thought to. But then it got worse, a burning that begun to flare from within him that made him feel like ants were digging under his skin, pinching and prickling in a way that went from distracting to painful in mere days.

Bilbo wasn’t naive, he had an idea of what had befallen him, what with his cock being easily roused to attention at the way his jacket brushed his crotch when he moved. But he had no time to do anything about it, he barely had time to rest for long as he searched for his dwarves and dodged keen-eared Elves.

He had attempted one, very miserable, wank session. Tucked away in a corner he’d taken his ring off, pulled his trousers open enough to get his almost fully erect cock out and tried his best to bring himself off in quick order so that the burning under his skin would at least lessen. It hadn’t really worked, he’d been so tense that finishing in the first place had yielded the most unsatisfying orgasm of his adult life, and his release hadn’t banked the fire in his veins in the way they he’d hoped. If anything it felt like he had teased himself with the promise of more and the fire burned at him hotter than before

But he had a task to do, dwarves to save, and if the thought of one in particular nearly made him whimper and made his cock ache, well, that was going to be kept between him and the Elven prison walls thank you very much.

Eventually he found his friends, devised an, in retrospect, really quite foolish plan and then broken the Company out all while doing his level best to not look like he was one breath away from coming his brains out.

He wasn’t sure he’d quite managed that with the odd looks Dwalin shot him every so often, but he did not have the time or patience to care, he needed to get them out so he did.

What followed was one of the more chaotic and insane portions of this quest so far, Bilbo had spent most of it partly submerged as he’d clung to the side of any barrel he could reach, the cold water had at least felt nice against his over-heated skin but the bumps, bruises and sheer unadulterated terror had not really been worth the minor reprieve. It had ended almost as abruptly as it had begun, one moment he was trying to keep his head above water and the next he was coughing and gasping as he was flung against cold rocks.

His front pressed into the stone in such a way that made a whine leave his lips, and he dearly hoped it sounded like a noise of pain as his cock throbbed and twitched through a very sudden, and very unwanted finish. Bilbo thunked his head against the cool stone and groaned as sticky heat covered the inside of his trousers, thankfully he was already soaked from head to toe but he still pulled a face at the tacky mess now stuck inside his trousers.

He let out one long breath before pressed his hands into the stone and began to push himself up, or at least he would have if strong hands had not suddenly grasped at his arms and gently but surely pulled him to his feet.

“This is no time to lie still Master Baggins.” Thorin’s deep voice sounded above him, and oh great this was the last thing he needed, the object of his very active imagination just as wet and dishevelled in front of him.

Bilbo did his best not to look at him, but he couldn’t stop the small noise that left his throat as Thorin’s large hand grasped at his shoulder.

Every touch, even small made him feel like he was floating and burning at the same time. “Are you alright?” Thorin asked low, and Bilbo could hear his frown.

He took in a breath, failed to get a word out and then stood taller and tried again.

“I’m fine.” He said, aware that he sounded anything but, Bilbo however looked Thorin in the eyes all while he tucked his jacket around him as best as he could.

He might have just finished but he was still mostly hard and his soaked trousers would do nothing to hide that. He wasn’t sure he was successful at hiding anything with the way Thorin was staring at him, eyes full of concern and his hand had not left Bilbo’s arm. He swallowed thickly, if Thorin would just let go he could maybe try to claw back some composure.

Thorin drew in a breath, tugged him closer and Bilbo tried not to whimper at the action, tried to ignore the way Thorin’s fingers pressed into his skin.

The moment was broken with yelling from the rest of the Company and Thorin whirled around as he tried to step in front of Bilbo, a Man stood some feet away, his bow drawn and a grim look on his face. Balin thankfully stepped forwards to try and mediate the situation and Bilbo let himself drift, focusing on keeping his breath even as Thorin still stood next to him like a furnace, and it was all together unfair that the dwarf smelled so good despite being dunked head-first into a raging river.

Raised voices, a few cleverly placed words on Balin’s end and then Bilbo found himself tucked against the side of the Man’s barge, Bard his name was, when Bilbo had clawed back enough sense to ask the Man something, but then he had settled on the deck and tried his best to ignore the burning thrum underneath his skin.

“Is he alright?” Bard asked, his eyes darting quickly to Bilbo as he steered his barge, his ever-present frown only having deepened as their journey went on.

Bilbo sighed inwardly, with their luck the Man probably though his friends had kidnapped him of all things, when he was wet, tired and so miserably turned on he couldn’t stand up without giving it away.

He lifted his head to answer but was beaten to it.

“He is unwell.” Came Thorin’s voice, firm and commanding with not at all subtle hint of challenge, as if he thought Bard to be some kind of threat of all things.

Suspicious as the Man was, probably rightfully so really, he was clearly not interested in harming them, he mostly seemed to want to be rid of them more than anything.

Bard only looked at him again, one eyebrow raising in question.

“I’ll live, Hobbits don’t do so well in the water.” A small lie all things considered but he absolutely did not want to discuss his current issue with a stranger, he didn’t even want to discuss it with his friends for fucks sake.

Bard grunted but let the matter drop, looking back out over the too still lake as they continued their journey. It was agonisingly slow, Bilbo was both too hot and too cold at the same time, his body convulsing with shivers every so often as his cock begged for attention.

He didn’t know the particular strain of this affliction but he cursed himself for not trying to do something more earlier, if it was anything like the bushes by the old forest that grew flowers the apothecaries brewed into their, ahem… love potions, Bilbo should have taken himself in hand much earlier and better than he had. Now he was going to suffer for gods knows how long until he could get some much needed space to see to himself.

He shoved his head into his arms and let out a long breath, honestly could nothing go right?

“Not so long now.” Dwalin mumbled next to him and Bilbo groaned.

“Oh shut up.” He groused and that only got a deep laugh out of the tall warrior, uncomfortably aware that the dwarf knew what was wrong with him, he’d gotten a look at Bilbo’s lower half as they’d boarded and had made a single lewd gesture that had Bilbo making his own back.

He was just glad Thorin didn’t know, that would be beyond mortifying.

He’d finally earned the dwarven King’s respect and admiration, and he didn’t want to ruin that with the ridiculousness of getting doused by a sex-plant of all things. Especially not when he had not-so-friendly feelings towards said dwarven King, he wanted to retain some semblance of dignity around the dwarf he admired, even if he did currently resemble a miserable drowned rat.

The barge came to a stop, more than a ways out from the pinpricks of light that shone from the town in the distance and what followed was even more raised voices and complaints until they were bundled inside barrels alongside fish with a hefty amount of grumbling the entire time. Bilbo was so tired at this point that he accepted that this might as well be happening.

Getting into the town proper was filled with more sneaking, and Bilbo both felt sorry for Bard and at least mildly vindicated that someone else was getting experience what exactly herding a group of stubborn, rowdy dwarves was actually like. He’d be enjoying it more if his skin didn’t feel like fire, and he knew he was likely sporting a scowl deep enough to rival Lobellia’s when he’d catch her trying to make off with his spoons.

He did his best to keep moving, ignoring both the prickling of his skin and how he could feel Thorin’s gaze all but boring into his back, he wouldn’t look at Thorin, he didn’t want to given how the dwarf’s wet tunic was clinging to him, even reeking of fish the dwarf was still so absurdly handsome and his cock did not care about the circumstances enough to find any of this unappealing. It was by all rights entirely unfair and he just wanted a few moments alone to finally deal with this properly.

Something that was looking increasingly unlikely as they ducked into the water and swam up through the Man’s toilet of all things, all to get inside his small house and Bilbo tried not look as pathetic as he felt while he stood as much to the side as he could and wrapped his arms around himself. He’d started shivering as soon as they’d made it inside and he didn’t have the energy to suppress it any more.

His eyes darted to a door by the staircase, maybe there was a room there he could-

He didn’t get to finish that thought, a warm blanket was draped over his shoulders followed by large hands and the bulk of a dwarven body in front of him radiating warmth, he blinked up at Thorin, feeling somewhat muzzy and unfocused as he drifted just a little closer to him.

“You are not well.” Thorin rumbled quietly between them, mostly to himself as he moved one hand to gently press into Bilbo’s cheek and he couldn’t stop the needy whimper that left him.

He would be so embarrassed by that later, but at the moment Thorin’s skin against his felt wonderful if maddening at the same time.

Bilbo just about saw Thorin’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline before they pulled back into his usual frown. “Is there somewhere Master Baggins may rest?” He asked, turning to look at Bard and oh he had such a lovely profile, Bilbo was both charmed and irritated by that.

Bard looked between them, starting at Bilbo a little too long for his liking before nodding.

“There is a small cot in the store-cupboard he can use.” The Man answered and Thorin wasted no time in guiding Bilbo in that direction as Bard moved off to the door he had seen before.

“Thank you.” Thorin said as the Man opened the door, the dwarf shuffling them both inside and closing the door behind him.

It was a room barely big enough for the small cot that was resting against one wall, Bard was correct in that it wasn’t very large by a Man’s standards, but for a Hobbit it would be just fine. Thorin grabbed the cot, pulled it down along with two thin sheets, a rather lumpy looking pillow, draping one sheet over the thin mattress and dumping the other on top as a make-shift blanket.

He then turned to Bilbo and pushed him until his knees hit the cot and he sat down. “Here, this should help a little.” Thorin said even as he pulled the blanket from Bilbo’s shoulders and begun tugging at his clothes.

Bilbo blinked and then all at once reared back, shoving his own hands out in front of him.

“You don’t- There’s no need for you to do that.” Bilbo spluttered, his face heating with more than embarrassment as his cock throbbed in his trousers.

Honestly if Thorin just left he could attend to himself just fine.

Thorin let out a long breath through his nose and glowered at him like he was being particularly stupid.

“You are suffering from the effects of Silphium Ardaria, trust me when I say that removing your clothes will help.” Thorin told him and then went back to trying to get his jacket off.

Bilbo squawked and batted at his hands again.

“I can do that myself thank you!” He hissed and Thorin at least did step back and gestured for Bilbo to do just that.

Honestly, he was such an arrogant sod sometimes, but Bilbo huffed, moved his arms to grasp at his jacket and paused as he barely got it down to his biceps. He frowned down at his limbs, only just realising at how heavy they felt, and like he was trying to move very thick jelly.

“I, what?” Bilbo mumbled, confused, he had swam here for gods sake.

Thorin only hummed and tugged at his jacket, getting it off and placing it as flat on the floor as he could before moving onto Bilbo’s waistcoat.

“A loss of motor control is one part of it.” Thorin said and Bilbo shifted so that his waistcoat could come off too, trying his best to ignore the creeping heat up his spine. Thorin was in front of him, undressing him, and Bilbo was half-convinced he was having a spectacular day-dream.

“But I was able to walk in here.” He pointed out, a shudder rippling through him as Thorin’s fingers found the buttons to his shirt.

“We’ve been running on adrenaline and determination up to this point, I dare-say your body was able to keep going due to having no real choice.” Thorin replied and Bilbo supposed that did make some sort of sense.

It wasn’t as if he was completely immobile, his arms and legs just wouldn’t move half as well as he wanted them to.

“You still don’t have to do this.” Bilbo said, rather half-heartedly, if he could pick anyone to be removing his clothes for him Thorin was right at the top of that list.

He might have been the only person on that list, but that wasn’t important.

“No, but I wish to help.” Thorin replied, his fingers skimming against the skin of Bilbo’s torso and he bit harshly at his lip to stop the needy whine from leaving his throat.

Thorin’s hands moved to the opening of his shirt, pulling the fabric apart and down his shoulders and this time he couldn’t keep his whine locked in his throat, it came out as a puff of air between them and Bilbo noted that Thorin was resolutely keeping his attention focused on his clothes.

Strong hands reached the buttons on his trousers and he couldn’t help the way his hips jerked forwards and he slammed his eyes shut in mortification.

“Sorry.” He breathed, his body shaking as his cock only stiffened in the confines of his small-clothes, with his luck he’d finish again and embarrass them both horribly.

“It’s fine, the effects of the plant are potent.” Thorin said, his fingers opening the buttons on Bilbo’s trousers like he did this all the time and this wasn’t a bizarre turn of events.

“You’re familiar with it then?” Bilbo asked, trying to keep his mind off of the way Thorin so easily lifted his hips with a single hand to drag his trousers off and onto the ground with the rest of his clothes.

“The dwarves of Erebor used to travel through the forests of the Greenwood, the Silphium Ardaria grows up in the canopies so every once in a while an unfortunate traveller would suffer it’s effects.” Thorin said as he grasped at Bilbo’s small-clothes. “I have not personally felt it’s effects but I’ve heard tales of the symptoms.” Thorin added and Bilbo dared not to open his eyes as the fabric was pulled down and slid off.

He didn’t have time to contemplate what Thorin may or may not have seen before the blanket he had placed upon his shoulders was once again wrapped up around him, shielding Bilbo’s body from sight and he was both thankful and irrationally annoyed by that.

Bilbo blinked his eyes open to the intense stare of Thorin as the dwarf stood before him, his clothes less wet, not quite so fish-smelling and still far too handsome for Bilbo’s poor body to handle.

“Thank you.” He said, unable to say much else and not missing the way Thorin’s eyes darted down to his lips before looking back up.

Thorin visibly swallowed once, his hands grasping in the sheet on the cot before he leaned back.

“All you need to do is take yourself in hand and the effects will dissipate.” Thorin nodded at him, clearly moving to step back and leave and Bilbo should let him really, he’d already done more than enough, but well, he wasn’t exactly thinking clearly currently.

“I’ve already done that.” Bilbo blurted, heat crawling up his spine. “Didn’t work.” He added, giving Thorin a lop-sided smile and a shrug.

Thorin’s frown only deepened once again.

“The plant is not so strong, an orgasm or two should have cleared it.” And really what was Bilbo’s life that he was discussing wanking habits with a dwarven King of all people? He almost laughed but the fiery pain under his skin only made him lean towards the dwarf in front of him.

“Well they didn’t.” Bilbo said, happy to see Thorin move back towards him. “So if you have any other bright ideas…” He wasn’t fishing for anything as such, he really did want to deal with this himself, but Thorin was also so warm, and so inviting he was trying to bury himself in the broad chest in front of him.

“I could-” Thorin cut himself off with a harsh noise, looking away and looking ashamed?

“You could what? I’m hardly going to protest your suggestions at the moment.” That didn’t make Thorin look any less grim.

“That is precisely the problem.” Thorin mumbled his words so quietly Bilbo wouldn’t have heard them were it not for his keen ears.

“Thorin, please, any help at all is going to be better than me sat here feeling like I’ve got bugs under my skin.” He said, watching as Thorin closed his eyes before looking back at him.

“And if I helped you, personally?” Thorin asked and Bilbo’s breath caught, blinking at the dwarf in front of him as a bolt of heat so strong shot down his spine he almost vibrated off the bed.

Thorin must have read something else in his expression as he started to pull away again, this time Bilbo shot out a hand to hold him in place, a silly notion really, if Thorin wanted to move there was little Bilbo could do to stop him.

“If you- If you want to you can- Don’t feel like you have to of course!” Bilbo couldn’t get his words in order, the promise of something he had been absently thinking about for the better part of the last few months being dangled so tantalisingly in front of him.

Bilbo still wasn’t entirely sure this wasn’t some very vivid dream.

Thorin took in a long breath, seeming to steel himself as he kept their eyes connected, as if it mattered that the dwarf looked at him as he spoke.

“Allow me to aid you in this Master Baggins.” Thorin rumbled as he moved closer and oh no this was going to be far too much for him to handle.

“Bilbo.” He blurted and Thorin blinked at him. “If we’re to do this you’re going to at least call me by my name.” He added, watching as a small smile graced the dwarf’s lips, it didn’t quite reach his eyes though but Bilbo was far too aroused to wonder as to why.

“Bilbo.” Thorin all but purred and Bilbo nearly melted into the cot as he nuzzled a bristly chin into his neck, sucking in a harsh breath as a wet tongue lapped out against his skin.

It was like every erogenous zone he had on his body was dialled up to eleven, Thorin’s teeth joining his tongue against his neck and Bilbo all but keened as he fell back against the cot, a heavy, warm dwarven body following him as the blanket that had been around his shoulders fell away.

At any other time Bilbo might have felt self-conscious at how he was completely bare while Thorin was still fully clothed, but as a large, warm palm wrapped around his painfully hard cock he could not find the energy to care. He shuddered as Thorin glided his hand up with one, sure stroke, the grip and heat making him moan and shift against the cot before the dwarf set a gentle but firm pace that had Bilbo’s toes curling against the sheet.

It felt so much better than his own hand, as if it was directing the fire in his veins with purpose instead of mindless heat that did nothing to satisfy him.

It took only moments for him to spill against his stomach, his body shaking through his orgasm as Thorin continued his assault on his neck and Bilbo had enough sense to bite his bottom lip to keep the worst of his groans trapped within his mouth, but he could hear the low whine sound louder than he would like between them, along with the hideous squeaks of the old cot he was lying on.

He should be embarrassed really, but he only blinked and then frowned as the fire within him still raged, his skin prickling slightly less perhaps but still painful as he shuddered against the thin sheet.

Thorin pressed a lingering kiss to his shoulder before he rose up, clearly intending to move away and Bilbo grasped at him with desperate hands, his grip weak but Thorin paused as he looked down at him.

“I’m not… I’m not done.” Bilbo panted, wincing a little a the demanding note to his tone, he didn’t want to force Thorin into staying, but at the same time his attentions had felt so much better than his own hand that he nudged his cock into Thorin’s grip again.

Thorin’s eyes flicked up to his own, staring at him intently before taking in a deep breath.

“Do you think… more would help you?” Thorin rumbled as his large thumb circled the head of Bilbo’s cock and he couldn’t stop the gasp that left his mouth as his hips twitched up into the dwarf’s grasp.

“If that would-” His breath hitched as Thorin nudged a leg between his own. “If you would find that… agreeable.” Bilbo breathed between them, the burning under his skin making him shift in place, desperate to alleviate it fully.

“Then I shall endeavour to try.” Thorin said into his skin and Bilbo almost laughed at him, it turned into a needy whine as teeth met his clavicle.

“By all means- Oh!” Bilbo slapped a hand over his mouth as Thorin immediately sank down his body, his mouth following as he nipped the same path over his skin, lips briefly skirting over a nipple that sent heat fizzling down Bilbo’s spine before Thorin’s knees hit the floor with a soft sound.

Large hands grasped and pulled at his hips, moving him so that his backside rested towards the side of the cot as one leg was draped over Thorin’s shoulder, the other tucked underneath an arm. Teeth met the inside of his thigh, a bearded cheek brushing against his aching cock and Bilbo couldn’t keep the loud groan behind his lips.

“You should probably try to keep quiet.” Thorin rumbled even as he moved to lave suckling kisses against the hard line of his cock and Bilbo wanted to smack him with the pillow.

“Yes thank you, it’s not like I’m trying to- ah!” Bilbo arched his head back as Thorin slipped Bilbo’s cock into his mouth without so much of a warning, if Thorin wanted him to keep quiet he was doing everything to ensure that wouldn’t be happening.

And Bilbo really was trying to be quiet, the problem was that Thorin’s mouth bobbing along his cock felt so good and well, Bilbo had always been rather vocal during sex, something he had never felt particularly self-conscious about but then he’d never had someone sucking his cock with twelve people on the other side of a door. That thought made a garbled noise of arousal and embarrassment leave him, and without much thought he grabbed the pillow and shoved it against his mouth.

He had no idea if it helped, but with the way Thorin sucked him down he didn’t care.

There was no tease here, no careful finesse to draw out the pleasure, Thorin was sucking him with the intent to get him off as fast as possible and Bilbo was sure it would work even if he wasn’t suffering from the effects of a blasted plant. His cock hit the back of Thorin’s throat, he felt the muscles flutter around him and Bilbo muffled a wail into the pillow and he tried, he really tried to warn Thorin with an uncoordinated pat at the large hand on his side, but within seconds he was spilling down the dwarf’s throat, his hips twitching up with small movements as he shook through another orgasm.

Bilbo had a moment to feel a little guilty but mostly he floated a little as the burning fire under his skin ebbed away that little bit more. It was working, albeit slowly from what he could tell.

He shivered as Thorin pulled off, the cold air hitting his cock making him flinch just a little and he pulled the pillow away when he was sure that nothing but heavy breaths would leave his mouth. He swallowed once, trying to get some moisture in his throat to say something when a confused grunt sounded from Thorin, Bilbo knew that grunt, he’d heard it enough along the journey so far to recognise it.

“You are sure this is working?” He asked and Bilbo lifted his head to see the dwarf staring down at his hard cock with a perplexed frown.

Bilbo laughed just a little.

“Ah, well that likely won’t tell you much, I’m hardly done after a few orgasms normally.” Bilbo told him, at this point rather beyond feeling any embarrassment, it was hard when the person he was speaking to had just had his cock in their mouth.

Thorin let out a considering noise, running one hand up Bilbo’s side, absently it seemed and Bilbo couldn’t help the noise that left him, even simple touches felt so good.

“Perhaps this is why you are so affected.” Thorin mused as he looked back up at Bilbo, running the other hand up his skin and watching as Bilbos hips jerked into his grasp rather forcefully.

Thorin hardly seemed to mind if his arched brow was anything to go by, his initial shocked expression having faded into one of curiosity, something that at any other time Bilbo would happily indulge but he cared little for teasing touches and exploration as his skin tingled and burned still.

“Perhaps…” Bilbo breathed, shifting his hips to get Thorin’s hands anywhere better and he got a soft chuckle for that.

“I am remiss in my duties.” Thorin rumbled, his large hand grasping at his cock again and Bilbo tipped his head back as he let Thorin do what he pleased.

He shivered as the hand around his cock began moving again, Thorin’s ministrations swift and deft as he worked to bring him off and Bilbo shoved the now lumpy pillow into his face in order to try and stifle his moans, he wasn’t sure he was being overly successful but he was caring less and less with how good Thorin’s hands felt on him.

He felt the cot bed shift and it squeaked horribly as Thorin rose up to settle a bit more comfortably, the hand not on his prick sliding down to grasp his backside and Bilbo audibly moaned through the pillow when large fingers slid between the cleft of his buttocks, his hips rolling down without thinking. His entire body a furnace of want.

“Oh, yes that- that would be lovely.” Bilbo groaned unthinkingly as he tried to get Thorin’s fingers closer to his hole, his body clenching with want at the idea of the dwarfs thick fingers inside him.

He’d had plans to do that himself, but well, with Thorin right here...

He felt Thorin pause however and he looked down at the dwarf, his expression was almost comically grim given what his hands were doing. “Thorin?” Bilbo asked, too aroused and confused to question more than that.

Thorin only stopped his movements entirely, shaking his head and looking altogether far too shamed given how good he had been making Bilbo feel.

“I won’t ask for more than what has already been allowed.” Thorin said, his voice thick with something Bilbo did not have the patience to decipher.

“Well I am asking.” Bilbo remarked, pointedly rolling his hips into Thorin’s fingers, letting them press against his hole with very clear intent.

He wasn’t some untouched youth who didn’t know his own likes and wants, if he didn’t want something, unnaturally aroused as he was, he would tell Thorin so. He watched as Thorn’s throat bobbed, blue eyes moved up to his own, seeing something in Bilbo’s expression that made the tension in the dwarf’s shoulders loosen and Thorin let out a low noise. He delved off the bed with one arm, rummaging and rooting around in the small pack the dwarf had carried, before he found what he was after and righted himself back between Bilbo’s legs, his eyes dark, hungry, and glinting with something else Bilbo couldn’t read.

A vial of oil, hair or weapon Bilbo didn’t know and didn’t care, was grasped in one of Thorin’s large hands as the dwarf unstopped the end and poured a generous amount into one palm, redoing the top as he leaned back over Bilbo’s shivering form, the heat under his skin starting to burn bright again in the brief pause.

“Tell me if it is too much.” Thorin stated simply as he moved down to lick across Bilbo’s cock once more, the fingers of his other hand disappearing from sight only to press against Bilbo’s hole, the digits large and slick.

Bilbo couldn’t even mumble out an assent, his blood all but singing with pleasure as two wonderfully thick fingers began pushing at his rim while a hot mouth suckled and laved at the skin of his cock. If he was feeling more daring, and far more forward he would have reached down to grasp at Thorin’s hair, to gently pet through the strands as his mouth worked. But he had been with these dwarves long enough to know that to do so would be beyond presumptions and rude, instead he pressed the pillow into his mouth and pulled at the thin sheet with his other hand as he moaned through Thorin’s ministrations.

He was relaxed enough for both of Thorin’s fingers to sink inside him with one firm push, a warm mouth wrapping around his cock and Bilbo squeezed his eyes shut as the fire under his skin suddenly blazed higher, his body shaking even as he felt every inch of the dwarf’s fingers working inside him. Those thick fingers found that spot inside him, pressing into it and Bilbo felt the furnace inside him snap.

He was aware on some level that he was coming, he could feel his cock pulsing inside Thorin’s mouth as his hole clenched around his large fingers, but all he registered was the overwhelming relief of finally finding a release that banked the fire under his skin in any way at all.

He was shuddering as he came back down, the fire under his skin having cooled enough to have him feeling finally, blissfully comfortable for the first time in hours. It was still there, flickering lowly deep inside him and it would no doubt roar to life again soon, but for now he didn’t feel like needing to rip his skin from his bones to feel any kind of relief.

He grunted a little as the pillow was lifted from his mouth and Thorin’s absurdly handsome face came into view, his brows pulled into a concerned frown.

He frowned far too much, it was a shame, he should smile more.

Thorin blinked at him, a small flush reaching the tips of the dwarf’s cheeks. “I frown the correct amount for someone with my responsibility.” Ah, Bilbo had said that out loud. “Are you alright? You went quiet for some time.”

Bilbo tried to answer, his words got stuck in his mouth with how dry it was, he swallowed and tried again.

“I am… Hm, really quite good.” His words slurred a little and he saw Thorin’s lips pull into a small, slightly bewildered smile.

Bilbo smiled back up at him, almost ready to do something utterly foolish, like tell Thorin that during their journey he had managed to fall arse over feet for his stubborn, reckless, yet wonderfully noble dwarf self when he felt the heat under his skin start to flare up again. He let out a small curse as he shivered a little, his cock filling out rapidly against his stomach once again. Thorin’s eyes snapped down, his fingers flexed and oh Bilbo hadn’t realised they were still inside him, his toes curled against the sheets as he moaned, his body needing more again.

“I thought that might have been the last of it.” Thorin said, almost apologetically though he was moving his fingers within Bilbo all the same, like he couldn’t help himself.

“Ah, sorry, that worked well but it’s not-I’m not.” Bilbo panted, his thoughts muddling again as his skin prickled with painful heat. It wasn’t as bad as before, but he still needed it gone.

Thorin leaned over him and Bilbo couldn’t stop the whine that left his lips as it shifted his body, Thorin’s fingers sank in deeper and Bilbo greedily moved himself into it.

“That was not condemnation.” Thorin rumbled, his breath tickling his hair. “I simply wish to know the best way to help.” He added even as he was back to fucking his fingers inside him at a steady pace.

This would work, Bilbo was sure with how the fire under his skin had receded before flaring to life again, Thorin had done more than enough, more than he should have already. It was right for this to be it, all he should allow himself. But well, Bilbo was a greedy, selfish Hobbit really. His eyes drifted down Thorin’s still clothed form, to the large bludge hidden behind the fabric of the dwarf’s trousers, and Bilbo bit at his bottom lip as he shivered in place.

He shouldn’t, but his care for propriety left him as he shifted, Thorin’s fingers slipping out of him, and he moaned at the loss as he rolled onto his stomach and let his leg fall to either side of Thorin’s off the side of the cot. His face burned with aroused shame as he all but presented himself to the dwarf behind him, but he couldn’t bring himself to truly care, he needed Thorin to fuck him until the fire under his skin stopped completely.

“Please Thorin.” He didn’t need to specify, his position was clear enough to show what he wanted.

A chocked noise left the dwarf behind him.

“I cannot-”

“You can, and I am asking.” He snipped, his tone biting as the fire under his skin raged. “Fuck me.” Bilbo breathed as he pressed his arse back until he bumped into the hard line of Thorin’s cock still hidden behind the fabric of the dwarf’s trousers.

It was a dirty trick certainly, and hardly proper Baggin’s behaviour, but well Bilbo was well past the point of caring about manners or decorum, not with his skin burning like fire and an aroused dwarf King above him. A string of dwarvish curses left Thorin and Bilbo had a horrible moment believing himself to have pushed things too far, that this was too much and Thorin would leave him to suffer alone, he would deserve it, he’d taken more than he should have already.

A rustle sounded behind him as Bilbo heard fabric hit the floor, the click of a belt followed and he nearly jumped as a bristly kiss was pressed into the skin of his shoulder.

“Damn you.” Thorin panted into his skin and Bilbo moaned as a large thumb pressed at his slick hole, the digit dipping in slightly and Bilbo gasped into the cot as he rocked himself back into the more than welcome intrusion, panting as it sank in and withdrew a few times.

A loud rumble of a groan sounded behind him and Bilbo’s head snapped up with a harsh yelp of pleasure as something much bigger pressed against his hole, the blood-hot, slick tip of Thorin’s cock just barely pushing inside him, the girth of it alone making Bilbo shake as Thorin held himself still for just a moment, but it was long enough to have Bilbo opening his mouth to beg for Thorin to sink inside him, for anything-

“Oh, oh, oh!” Bilbo whined, uncaring of trying to keep quiet and he got an answering, pained groan from Thorin as the dwarf finally pushed inside him in one long slide, his cock spearing Bilbo open beyond anything he had ever taken before, and perhaps it should have been too much, but with the burning fire along his veins he only widened his knees and pushed back, letting Thorin in until he was so deep inside him Bilbo could almost taste it.

Bilbo’s head thunked back down onto to cot with a loud moan, his fingers grasping at the sheet beneath him as his hole clenched around Thorin’s cock, knocking a groan out of the dwarf above him.

“Mahal, Bilbo-” Thorin tried to sound admonishing but it was rather ruined with the way one of his large hands pawed and Bilbo’s hip, pulling him back onto his cock, and Bilbo whimpered as the fire under his skin burned everywhere Thorin was touching him.

“Move.” He demanded, shifting his hips to get Thorin to do anything, he was going to go off within moments, he could feel it and oh Bilbo needed that more than anything right now.

Bilbo felt and heard Thorin suck in a breath before the dwarf braced himself with one hand by his head and moved.

Bilbo keened, beyond caring about what anyone else might hear, not when he had a Dwarven King fucking him into a horribly squeaky cot, nailing that spot inside him with every thrust, his own cock painfully hard and aching as stars burst behind his eyes. The fire under his skin burned hot, coiling tight in his gut as Thorin plunged inside of him, knocking each breath out of his body with gasping ‘Ah’s!’ as he hurtled towards another orgasm so fast it made him dizzy, but he didn’t care, he only rocked back onto Thorin’s cock and greedily took everything the dwarf was giving him.

Hot breaths panted against the side of his face, a pair of lips found the tip of his ear and the coiling heat in his belly finally burst.

Bilbo might have yelled through his finish, he wasn’t sure, he only knew that his entire body was shaking as he arched his head back into the warm shoulder above him, his fingers pulling and grasping at the sheets as pleasure and relief raced across his body in a glorious swell of euphoria so strong that a choked whimper barely made it out of his throat before he slumped forwards onto the cot, boneless in his orgasm.

Bilbo drifted for several moments, just about registering the cock inside him slowing to a deep grind, to the sticky wet patch of heat under his belly where his own cock had smeared his spend against his skin, and he let out a small huff as a bristly chin brushed against his cheek.

“Bilbo?” He felt more than heard Thorin’s words, his head still so very fuzzy and far away but he was able to mumble out a vague noise of assent.

A large hand gently pushed his face to the side and Bilbo blinked an eye open to see Thorin’s sweaty face above him, Bilbo smiled shifting his hips and his breath hitched with a moan, Thorin was still so hard inside him and it made his gut swoop with arousal as the fire under his skin flickered to life again, hungry for more.

“Oh I’m going to need that again.” He breathed and delighted in the laughter that rumbled at his back.

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Bilbo wasn’t sure what the time was when he began to stir, it wasn’t so dark he couldn’t see anything in the small room he’d been tucked away in, there was enough light coming through the cracks around the door-frame that Bilbo was sure it was at least the morning, perhaps a little later given everything that had happened the day before.

Bilbo’s eyes snapped open with that thought, the reality of what he had done, what he had asked of Thorin crashing into him and shame rolled in his gut at just how selfish and greedy he had been.

Thorin would rightfully never look at him again after this, would probably want him gone and well, for all that Bilbo was ashamed of himself right now he wouldn’t be doing that, he’d see their journey through to the end no matter how Thorin would hate him for this. He would leave after and take the memory of Thorin’s warm, gentle hands with him back to the Shire.

His breath caught in his throat as he realised that one of those hands was still secured around his chest.

Bilbo didn’t freeze, that would make it very clear to the dwarf behind him that he was awake and aware of where he was, and frankly at the moment he just wanted a few more minutes to figure something, anything out. He didn’t want to loose Thorin’s hard-won friendship.

A timid knock at the door sounded and Bilbo slammed his eyes shut as he felt Thorin move.

“Uncle? There’s some breakfast for you and Bilbo if you want it.” Fili’s voice sounded so horribly close behind them and Bilbo kept himself looking as relaxed as he could.

“Thank you, I’ll be out in a moment.” Thorin rumbled at his back and Bilbo was honestly impressed at how well he was keeping his illusion of sleep going.

He didn’t move as Thorin shifted on the cot, and oh no it squeaked awfully at Thorin simply shifting to sit up, Bilbo didn’t want to think how it sounded when they- Nope, he was asleep and was not thinking about that as Thorin moved off the cot, the rustle of fabric sounding as the dwarf presumably started to re-dress himself.

He heard an intake of breath, a pause, and then a long sigh left the dwarf behind him, the moment hanging in the air between them and Bilbo realised that he could let this pass, let Thorin go and pretend that this night was nothing more than a friend helping out another, and it was tempting to let that be all it was. But much like the impulsiveness that started off this mad venture on Bilbo’s end, he gave into the part of him that wanted to reach out for something more.

He let out a small noise, shifted to his back and made a show of as if he had just woken up, one hand rubbing at his face as he opened his eyes and looked at Thorin.

For his part Thorin looked like he had just been caught by the father of some innocent young Hobbit and was about to get the beating of his life, at any other time Bilbo might have laughed at the dwarf’s expression but now it only made the shame roll harder in his gut.

“Good morning.” Bilbo blurted and cringed a little at how ridiculous that sounded, his eyes dropping from Thorin as he moved to sit up on the cot, once again wincing at just how bloody noisy the blasted thing was.

“I- how are you?” Thorin asked and Bilbo nodded, right to the point he supposed.

“Much better than I was.” Bilbo responded, nodding a little and trying to look at Thorin without shrinking away in embarrassment.

The memory of being on his back with Thorin buried deep inside him, grinding deep as he’d stroked his cock through several orgasms surfaced in Bilbo’s mind and he hoped to whatever gods that were listening that the flush wasn’t too evident on his skin.

Bilbo cleared his throat and blinked as he realised he wasn’t in his own shirt, instead he was wearing Thorin’s deep blue tunic that the dwarf had been wearing last night before he’d removed it to- well, to help Bilbo. It was soft, it smelt of metal and smoke, and was just too wide in the collar to fit him properly, the neckline had slid down one shoulder as he’d sat up. His eyes flicked up to Thorin, noting that while the dwarf had his trousers back on, and distractingly still undone, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and he in fact didn’t even seem to have one to hand.

His lips quirked into a wry grin briefly. “Were you going to go out like that?” He asked, watching as Thorin looked down, blanched a little and looked back up.

“I… ah.” Thorin replied, almost dumbly and Bilbo couldn’t help the lop-sided smile that pulled at his lips.

He wasn’t the only one somewhat flummoxed then, it made him feel better at least.

He sighed and leaned to grab at Thorin’s arm, pulling him gently to sit back on the cot and the dwarf followed, settling with one leg up on the thin mattress facing him.

“You can have it back.” Bilbo said as he moved to grab at the fabric when a large hand shot out and stopped him.

“You don’t have to, you can keep it for now.” Thorin said, his hands moving out as if to touch Bilbo, but they retreated back and Bilbo tried not to feel hurt by that.

“You can’t go out in nothing but your skin, and this is yours, I was only… borrowing it.” Truthfully Bilbo did not remember even putting it on, he’d fallen asleep somewhere after his last orgasm where Thorin had pushed his cock between his thighs as he’d stroked Bilbo to completion.

It was the only time Bilbo recalled Thorin finishing himself despite Bilbo having tried to convince Thorin to spend inside him more than once, another flush crawled up his neck at that memory but he kept eye contact with the dwarf in front of him, honestly he was just glad that his body was far too spent to show any other physical signs of where his thoughts were going.

He chewed on the inside of his cheek as the silence stretched on, neither of them willing to break it, but well Bilbo didn’t want this hanging over them for the rest of their time together.

“Thank you for… helping me.” Bilbo said, waving a hand at his clothes as if that had been all the dwarf had done for him.

Thorin stared at him, his expression serious but not the grim thing it had been at points last night and he watched as he took in a deep breath before letting it out.

“I am not glad that you were afflicted, but… I am glad that you asked me to aid you.” Thorin replied, his voice low and quiet, like he found it hard to say and Bilbo’s heart was hammering in his chest for reasons entirely removed from arousal.

It was foolish, and so utterly reckless to even go down this line of conversation and yet Bilbo found he could not stop himself.

“You were my first choice, if it matters.” Bilbo told him, his fingers fidgeting under the sheet as he tried to keep his breath even as his heart pounded in his ears.

Thorin stared at him in what looked like disbelief, his throat bobbing visibly before the dwarf shifted closer, one hand moving to gently and barely brush against Bilbo’s jaw and he shivered in place. The effects of the plant were gone but Thorin’s touch was still the most heady thing he had felt in a long time.

“You would be mine as well.” Thorin responded and Bilbo let a small huff of a laugh leave him as a smile threatened to truly spill over his face.

“Even without the need for it to be a cure.” Bilbo added daringly, watching as a ghost of a smile touched Thorin’s lips before he grew sombre again.

“I cannot make any promises.” Thorin said even as his thumb brushed up against Bilbo’s cheek. “I am a King without a Kingdom, the dragon yet looms before us and I will not hold you here with nothing to offer.”

Bilbo frowned, ready to tell Thorin that he was enough as himself, that he didn’t need jewel laden declarations, but he had a feeling that this wasn’t just about titles and riches, but their very lives instead. He swallowed, once.

“A good thing then that I’m not asking for promises.” Bilbo replied softly as he leaned into Thorin’s space, a happy thrum going through him as Thorin tugged him that little bit closer. Thorin was a prince yes, but this was not a fairytale and Bilbo was not a child, some things simply came first.

A dragon infested Kingdom was one of those things. “But I will ask that we sort it all out after we’ve won back your mountain.” Bilbo offered, he could wait yes, but he also wanted to make sure things wouldn’t be left unsaid.

A gentle smile bloomed across Thorin’s lips and he leaned in to do what he had been wanting to ever since the stubborn fool had stepped out to fight the Pale Orc all on his own. What he had wanted to do all of the previous night.

Bilbo kissed him.

He felt Thorin’s breath hitch before a large hand grasped into his hair and pulled him forwards, perhaps not intending to get Bilbo into his lap, but well, Bilbo went anyway as he settled himself against the dwarf’s legs. Warm hands settled against his back and Bilbo was tempted to keep them both tucked away here for good, forget the dragon, forget the orcs, forget everything else.

They broke apart after a moment and Thorin nudged his head into Bilbo’s. “I am rather fond of you.” Bilbo admitted into the space between them and earned a relieved sigh.

“Fortunate, as I am also very fond of you.” And he should be too old for something like this to make giddy butterflies flutter in his stomach, but well, Bilbo was a silly old fool who was perhaps in love.

Although he would keep that part to himself, just for now.

Their little bubble was broken at the sound of voices filtering in through the door and Bilbo watched as Thorin turned to look at it before facing him once again.

“Time for breakfast?” Bilbo didn’t really need to ask, his stomach answered for them both but Thorin smiled and got up anyway, offering Bilbo a hand.

He took it, this time lifting the hem of the shirt he was wearing. “You really do need this back.” He said as he removed it and handed it over, not missing the heat in Thorin’s eyes.

“Perhaps you may need it again at some point.” The dwarf said but he took the offered shirt and pulled it back on and Bilbo smiled to himself as he reached down to grab his cold, but no longer wet clothes, tucking away the knowledge that Thorin liked to see him in his own for later use.

It was an unpleasant affair getting everything back on, Thorin had at least cleaned him up well so that there was no tacky spend still clinging to his skin, but Laketown was cold, his clothes felt even colder and he shivered as Thorin opened the door into the main room. Twelve sets of eyes swivelled to stare directly at him and Bilbo tried to fight down the raging blush that had no doubt taken over his entire face. The door was thin and the cot had been awfully loud, and he really, really tried his best not to think about that.

Thorin, the bastard didn’t look affected at all, only pulled Bilbo with him and seated them both at the small table in the middle of the room, Balin was on Bilbo’s right and he did his absolute best not to look at any of them as he started down at his food.

“Good night eh Bilbo?” Dwalin asked and Bilbo’s head snapped up to him with a scowl, the warrior swore loudly when Kili smacked him on the head, hard.

Fili had his face buried in his hands.

“There are things I never needed to know about my uncle, so if we could please just act like everything is normal, that would be great.” He whined, rubbing his palms into his eyes and Bilbo ducked his face into the collar of his coat.

“Now lets not be too loud alright? We’re trying to be invisible.” Balin said, managing to stop the crowing of the rest of the Company before they got going, instead he got several nods in response as they all hushed each other.And right, that was good, Bilbo could focus on his food and not think about how their King had spent all night fucking him.

The front door opened and they all jumped as Bard stepped through, the Man did a slight double-take at seeing them all and his eyes widened as they locked onto Bilbo. He shut the door, shuffled somewhat awkwardly before stepping up to Bilbo and patting him on the arm gently.

“You are alright?” He asked and Bilbo nodded, dumbly.

“Fine, I’m fine.” He blurted, not liking where this entire situation was going at all.

Bard coughed, looked at the rest of the Company and then back at Bilbo, giving him a rather strained smile as he looked between him and Thorin and, oh no-

“Good, that’s good.” He added, hovering slightly before patting Bilbo on the arm again before all but running off upstairs.

Bilbo groaned and thudded his head onto the table as he contemplated how exactly he’d ended up in this whole blasted situation. Blasted dwarves, blasted aphrodisiac infested Elven forests, blasted handsome dwarven Kings.

“Well if you weren’t so bloody loud Bilbo-” He ignored Bofur as he brought his hands up to his own hair and pulled on it in frustration.

“That cot really didn’t help anything either.” Ori added.

“Can we please not be talking about this?” Fili all but whined and Bilbo let out a long sigh, jumping a little as a large, warm hand found his back and rubbed gently in soothing circles.

Bilbo turned his head and saw Thorin glancing down at him, a small smile tugging at the dwarf’s lips as one of his shoulders raised in a half shrug and Bilbo couldn’t help but smile back, the chatter of the Company washing over him as he let himself focus on just Thorin alone.

Embarrassed as he was, one good thing had come from this at least, and Bilbo was going to hold onto it with both hands.