[ 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]
[ Or at least something. Good thing, too. Thorin hunts for it, finds it, is quick to use it. Condom rolled on and more lubrication added, Bilbo will get little to no preparation this time. However, Thorin is patient enough to go slow as he enters. ]
[That god for that because Thorin is big. Bilbo loves that, of course, but he needs either a lot of prep or a lot of time before Thorin can actually fuck him.
He's happy to just take their time, however. He wants it to be rough and when Thorin starts pushing in he moans. Loudly.]
[ A very slow and steady start. Gentle to allow Bilbo to adjust but hardly stopping. It would have to be something as they go. Thorin keeps a steady hand on one of Bilbo's hips. Those moans only make him want to advance further, faster.
He doesn't. Not yet. He does want to be able to have Bilbo later. ]
Bilbo reaches for Thorin's hands on his hips, gripping his wrists in hopes of grounding himself. It hurts, but it'll only be for a moment, and it hurts in a wonderful way. A half-muttered curse slips out and Bilbo groans again]
[ He teases as he leans over to grumble deeply in Bilbo's ear. ]
I can't hear you...
[ There would be no point in muffling themselves. They wouldn't be the first or last to use this stall for something other than the intended purpose. He started to gain more speed as slowly as his hips had been moving. Ease both of them into it. They had sex so much it could hardly take much longer... ]
[ Bilbo gets the reward of Thorin thrusting hard and deep inside of him. Slow then quick. Enough to keep him on his toes. One hand comes up to tangle in his hair and tug roughly.
Thorin has never muted his moans, unless they were to listen closely to Bilbo, but now he joins in louder than usual. ]
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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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Jacket. Left pocket. Small bottle, but I do come prepared.
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[ Or at least something. Good thing, too. Thorin hunts for it, finds it, is quick to use it. Condom rolled on and more lubrication added, Bilbo will get little to no preparation this time. However, Thorin is patient enough to go slow as he enters. ]
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He's happy to just take their time, however. He wants it to be rough and when Thorin starts pushing in he moans. Loudly.]
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He doesn't. Not yet. He does want to be able to have Bilbo later. ]
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Bilbo reaches for Thorin's hands on his hips, gripping his wrists in hopes of grounding himself. It hurts, but it'll only be for a moment, and it hurts in a wonderful way. A half-muttered curse slips out and Bilbo groans again]
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[ He teases as he leans over to grumble deeply in Bilbo's ear. ]
I can't hear you...
[ There would be no point in muffling themselves. They wouldn't be the first or last to use this stall for something other than the intended purpose. He started to gain more speed as slowly as his hips had been moving. Ease both of them into it. They had sex so much it could hardly take much longer... ]
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[That's really all he manages to say. Thorin has a way of pushing everything else out of Bilbo's mind and he likes that, sometimes.
He's loud now, shamelessly so. He'll be embarrassed later.]
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[ Bilbo gets the reward of Thorin thrusting hard and deep inside of him. Slow then quick. Enough to keep him on his toes. One hand comes up to tangle in his hair and tug roughly.
Thorin has never muted his moans, unless they were to listen closely to Bilbo, but now he joins in louder than usual. ]
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