This is not what he'd meant at all, but when Bilbo climbs onto his lap and settles there, when deft fingers work at buckles, who is he to stop this? There is no one about to see them, no one will come in either as he's sent them all away.

Fingers adorned with rings take the hobbit's chin, tilt his face up and the dwarf king presses a kiss to lips he's not felt in much time. His other hand will settle on the small of Bilbo's back, keeping him close, but he wants him closer.

"I would hope so, I would not have you with any other." His voice dips into a jealous tone at the end.