[ The fact that it was so obvious he knew is what made Thorin's blood boil. He was a jealous lover - wanting perhaps too much of Bilbo than he should. Any eyes roaming his burglar were sent off quickly with a glare. A growl if he had to.
But then Bilbo started flirting with them. Never more than that. He was never unfaithful. He always knew when to pull away and retreat back to exactly where he should have been in the first place. It was maddening and confusing.
It made sense, suddenly, when Thorin received the text. Had to send it and couldn't even say it? With him standing right here? He wraps an arm around Bilbo's shoulders then lets his hand drop to Bilbo's ass and grips hard. He leans down to grumble ]
Thorin's arm on his shoulder and hand on his ass send delightful little butterflies all over and he just innocently looks up at Thorin when he comes close.
And then he says that and Bilbo knows he's won this round. He follows Thorin dutifully, though he does shoot him a Look as he leans up]
I hope you don't expect to get much of anything in a washroom, Thorin. Even you have standards.
[It's half-serious, half-obligatory, his complaint.]
[ Of course there are a few people coming and going. A few giving them approving looks. And one is already occupied with two gentlemen trying to be quiet. Thorin would aim to do the opposite.
The stall he chooses is a least clean. Not that it will matter. He's going to have his hands all over Bilbo and mouth against his soon enough. ]
[ Thorin gives him a confused look. He trails a finger gently along Bilbo's jaw. ]
I am always possessive with you.
[ How many times had they made loved, fucked, anything in between with Thorin muttering "mine" or "my" or "his"? Something like that with hands gripped tightly and mouth hotly along skin leaving brands for everyone to see - whether Bilbo liked them or not. ]
[ Now for a kiss, a proper one. Hot and possessive that is fueled by the fire of anger at idiots thinking they are good enough to catch someone so clever and the passion he always felt for Bilbo. ]
[Yes, good. He moans into the kiss, sort of climbing Thorin to get a better angle. Thorin is his boyfriend, dammit, and he loves being reminded of it sometimes.]
[ Thorin is quick to hook his arms underneath Bilbo's knees to lift and press him to the door. It's easy to do with his small stature. All without breaking the kiss.
[Oh. Oh, but he loves it when Thorin speaks in his first language. It's gruff and surprisingly passionate He moans again, which fades into a hiss as Thorin goes to mark up his neck. He tangles a hand in Thorin's hair, tugging harshly. He likes that
[ Unlike Bilbo really knew. He could already feel himself hard and wanting and neither of them had any of their clothes off yet. Not that they could do much of that in here anyway.
Bilbo has to be let go of partially - still propped against the door - to begin unfastening his trousers. He pants out quick breaths as his hands move faster. ]
[Meaning his trousers. Thorin has him well and truly pinned and all Bilbo can do is cling to Thorin, tugging his hair and pulling him up for a kiss as he works]
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But then Bilbo started flirting with them. Never more than that. He was never unfaithful. He always knew when to pull away and retreat back to exactly where he should have been in the first place. It was maddening and confusing.
It made sense, suddenly, when Thorin received the text. Had to send it and couldn't even say it? With him standing right here? He wraps an arm around Bilbo's shoulders then lets his hand drop to Bilbo's ass and grips hard. He leans down to grumble ]
Punish them
[ In his ear.
He starts leading Bilbo to the restrooms. ]
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Thorin's arm on his shoulder and hand on his ass send delightful little butterflies all over and he just innocently looks up at Thorin when he comes close.
And then he says that and Bilbo knows he's won this round. He follows Thorin dutifully, though he does shoot him a Look as he leans up]
I hope you don't expect to get much of anything in a washroom, Thorin. Even you have standards.
[It's half-serious, half-obligatory, his complaint.]
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[ Of course there are a few people coming and going. A few giving them approving looks. And one is already occupied with two gentlemen trying to be quiet. Thorin would aim to do the opposite.
The stall he chooses is a least clean. Not that it will matter. He's going to have his hands all over Bilbo and mouth against his soon enough. ]
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[He wasn't sure if Thorin was observant enough for that. As soon as the stall door is shut, Bilbo looks at Thorin expectantly]
Punish, you said?
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[ He asks as the door is shut and Thorin turns them so Bilbo is pressed against the wall. ]
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Whenever I "flirt" with the idiots? That's me riling you up.
[Not often, but often enough]
I want you to be possessive sometimes, Thorin. That's the only way I know how to get it.
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I am always possessive with you.
[ How many times had they made loved, fucked, anything in between with Thorin muttering "mine" or "my" or "his"? Something like that with hands gripped tightly and mouth hotly along skin leaving brands for everyone to see - whether Bilbo liked them or not. ]
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But never in public. And sometimes I want to see you get angry at the people who think they can pick me up. I-I know. It's strange, but there you are.
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[ Now for a kiss, a proper one. Hot and possessive that is fueled by the fire of anger at idiots thinking they are good enough to catch someone so clever and the passion he always felt for Bilbo. ]
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His. ]
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Bilbo needs air eventually, though he doesn't pull too far away from Thorin when he breaks to breathe]
Am I really yours, Thorin?
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Do you doubt it or want to hear it?
[ His lips trail with teeth behind them along Bilbo's jaw. ]
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Hear it. I just want to hear it.
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[ He growls in his ear, although he knows that the smile on his lips might be heard too.
Hips continue to grind against him. This needed to be somewhat quick. Or maybe it didn't. Others could wait. ]
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Some--punishment, Thorin...god, don't stop.
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He mutters the last in his native tongue before moving to bite and suck harshly on Bilbo's neck. They need a souvenir of this night.
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God, he really riled him up, didn't he?]
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Bilbo has to be let go of partially - still propped against the door - to begin unfastening his trousers. He pants out quick breaths as his hands move faster. ]
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[Meaning his trousers. Thorin has him well and truly pinned and all Bilbo can do is cling to Thorin, tugging his hair and pulling him up for a kiss as he works]
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[ He doesn't have to wait long. While Thorin's had only been enough to expose his cock, Bilbo's would have to come down a bit more. ]
Down.
[ Another command. Only way to really do this and keep Bilbo's trousers off of the bathroom floor was to bend him over. ]
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Better?
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[ Thorin is quick to grab his shoulder and spin him around. He could have done it easily with his own strength, but he hopes Bilbo will cooperate. ]
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He gives another kiss and bite along Bilbo's ear as he reaches for his own wallet. Damn. Only one condom. Lubed but maybe not enough. ]
Have you got anything with you?
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