PWP? Except there's plot.

[burgling]

Bilbo had very fine things in mind when he first came to live in Erebor.  Adviser to the King was a very important status to have, especially when the king was still gravely injured and still insisted on wandering around the halls.  Bilbo, therefore, was most engaged in advising the king to sit down, advising the king to eat everything on his plate, and advising the king not to snarl at elves when they were helping with the restoration as a sign of amended friendships.

Needless to say, the king didn't think that any of Bilbo's advising was in particularly good taste, but after all they'd been through, Bilbo didn't much care at all what Thorin II Oakenshield thought.  Too much protest, that's what he said.  No means yes.  Maybe means yes.

"Thorin?"  Bilbo pushes open the curtains around the king's bed and of course.  Of course.  "Why would I think you'd be sleeping?  It's only before dawn," he remarks.  "Yes, we're inside a mountain but even I can tell the time without feeling for the sun and--"  The hobbit sighs and puts down his tray to move towards the glowering figure at the fire.  He stands between Thorin and the flames.  "What is it that I can do you for you relieve you of some of this pressure?" he asks, mostly to himself.  Thorin's vocabulary is mostly grunts and sighs any way.  What comes to the hobbit's mind is--

Well, it's what tends to from time to time.  Spring is here.  New things grow.  Animals seek each other out.  Thorin must be suffering from something akin to that.  He must need a little relief.  Bilbo puts on hand on the heavy arm of the chair and leans in, his other hand moving to the wide belt of the king.

"You need to relax."

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[kinginexile]

Thorin has been... ornery. Yes, ornery is a good word for his behavior while he healed. He hated it, the process of healing and how it kept him from doing things. Fully being functional. Beyond the duties of now being a king, Thorin felt stir crazy and it effected everyone around him.

It was a miracle no one had out right punched him in the face for his nonsense yet.

As he broods into the fireplace his little shadow will join him in the bedroom. Yes, Bilbo is his shadow, he follows him almost every where and for all his bitching, he actually is very happy the halfling is still here and has stayed with him. Even more so as the hobbit seems to have an idea in his head.

"I have done nothing much but relax, hobbit." He'll say, but he doesn't push Bilbo away or stop him. In fact his eyes flicker down to the hand on his belt.

[burgling]

Bilbo is careful with the belt, it's heavy and probably is one of Thorin's heirlooms considering how he wears it over fancier and more kingly belts in his wardrobe. He needs two hands in the end for the buckle alone is half his weight and carries it to a table to drop it a little unceremoniously down upon. It's all hard work. Dwarves are difficult to live with. Difficult to care for. Bilbo has never been in the service of one before but if he's to maintain his position, he really ought to do a better job of it than he's managed lately!

Returning once more to Thorin's side, Bilbo takes pointed interest in the stays of his trousers. His little fingers are clever working it open. "You're idea of relaxing is flawed," he tells Thorin. "It's one thing to attend to your throne and oversea the workers but each time you insist on helping move a harp or a statue you're just hurting yourself."

So says the hobbit, warm hands finally brushing against skin as he parts the cloth hiding it.

"Try to be still."

[kinginexile]

"I am fine." He is fine. His wounds have healed and if anything, he's just stiff. So damn stiff and sore from not properly moving about while healing. There is making sure you don't hurt yourself more while you heal and there is not letting muscles and tissue get too used to being prone and sitting about too much. While he is king and sitting is a big part of that, he's so used to doing than sitting.

"All I've done is be still." The king grumbles, but there is a hint of interest at what the halfling is doing and he watches, breath stilling a bit when fingers touch over his skin.

"I cannot say I've heard of this remedy to a restless king." Is this how hobbits dealt with restless ornery folk back in the Shire? How naughty.

[burgling]

Bilbo didn't smile. Or grin. This is work! This is a way to help a friend. "I've tried everything else but you'll have nothing of it," the hobbit grouches as fingers far more delicate than any dwarf's encircle and enclose the king's softened member. He'd expected perhaps a little life in it at the start to be honest. How long has it been since Thorin found any pleasure, even in himself?

Not discouraged, and not playing any coy or tentative games, Bilbo gets right to work and his hot little hand provides just the right amount of friction and tightness to it.

"You've been still in the wrong ways, besides. Perhaps you should spend more time through the secret door and gaze over the ledge awhile?" Yes. Bilbo can offer advice while he does this, happy to feel Thorin lengthen and harden finally at the touch of his fingers. "It's quiet out there and not many here know of its location."

[kinginexile]

Ha. The dwarf's cock has not been touched in so long it's a surprise it's not just fallen off and found someone new to take care of it. Bilbo's touch easily gains interest though and Thorin inhales a bit, rumbling in his throat at the warm hands.

"Mm... perhaps." All this time he'd fought to get back into his mountain, and now Thorin felt like he needed to get out. Just for a bit. A moment. His head tilts back a bit, resting against the back of his chair.

"Come with me." Not a question, he wants Bilbo to join him when he takes his advice eventually. As he speaks, his legs widen a bit, welcoming the warmth of the hobbit between his thighs.

[burgling]

And he gladly does, the angle is just a little awkward. "I don't see why not. I rather liked it up there. I don't want to climb those impossible stairs again, however. Never. Ever." He'd been below Bombur the whole while and that alone bad frightened the hell out of him!

Free hand on the back of the chair between Thorin's head and his shoulder, Bilbo leans forward with his fingers splayed and works the dwarven cock out and proud and heavily lined in veins into view. Not that he looks. Talking to Thorin is typically done with eye contact.

"Err, hate to bother but might I join you in the chair? Bit larger than I was expecting and my arm could do with a better angle."

[kinginexile]

Thorin just huffs, amused.

"Come here, Baggins." Join him in the chair. Get right up on his lap why don't you? Nice and comfy it is. It's a shame Bilbo doesn't have a look, it's a nice cock Thorin has, shame he doesn't pay it any attention. Though the hobbit is fixing that just fine right now.

"I look forward to seeing the view this time, not dreading the loss of it as we had before." The sunset was beautiful to be honest, something he would like to share with the hobbit now that their adventure was over.

[burgling]

Just pardon him. He does try to be gentle about it. Thorin's abdominal wounds are something to worry about and he doesn't want to place a knee in appropriately. It takes a few moments to settle himself and when he does, he does indeed get one look. Yes. Large. And yes indeed it's very nice. Other hobbits might object or compare it to various livestock.

Perhaps he's been spending too much time with dwarves that he finds nothing ill to say about it? Bilbo settles astride Thorin's hips and clears his throat to settle himself again properly before returning to his task.

"This evening might be nice. We can take tea out there."

He's more vigorous now. Thorin's face actually looks quite different than usual. Oh. He's very pleased.

[kinginexile]

His wounds aren't that bad any more, Bilbo. Stop fussing so much! He quite likes the feeling of Bilbo on this lap, its a warm feeling. Even more so when that hand works him again, his breath picking up, face flushing a bit.

"Tea... right..." Not quite paying complete attention right now. Instead he's just taking in the hobbit on his lap, those curls that he finds himself itching to touch at times, big eyes that look at him quite a lot, a tinier body than any dwarf... there's something about the hobbit.

And then Thorin moans, eyes slipping shut.

[burgling]

Good! That is definitely the right response! Bilbo smiles to himself. Yes, he thinks. Quite good, this. Thorin will feel much better at the end of this and then he might be willing to go over some documents. A statue needs to be commissioned. Orcrist needs a proper polish. There's to be a feast soon.

Bilbo leans in closely. Getting in Thorin's personal space has never been something to shy away from actually and Bilbo presses himself up on his toes so his entire shoulder can get in on the act.

It hadn't really occurred to him that something like this might affect him too actually, but he swallows it down because hello? He's being helpful. This is not about him.

"There you are. Feeling better?" He simply feels like he must talk as his hips rock toward Thorin's. He's being a bit rough but it's nothing a dwarf can't handle it seems.

[kinginexile]

Bilbo you are ridiculous talking like you've given him medicine and put him to bed. The dwarf just opens his eyes to stare at the face closer to his own. If he's ever had an urge to do something completely outrageous, it's this very moment.

For once he'll not hesitate, hand on the back of Bilbo's neck to pull him in closer as he kisses that talkative mouth. Enough, hobbit. No more words this second. His hand will not linger long on Bilbo's neck, the desire to touch curls is too great and he'll thread thick fingers into the halfling's hair.

Oh he's feeling very good right now.

[burgling]

It's better than medicine! It's... It's just a different sort of healing. People do it all the time. It's not Bilbo's fault if Thorin's folk are more repressed and-- The kiss catches him off guard. He'd not been expecting it. The process was relieve Thorin's stress, wash up, get the documents signed, have some tea on the secret door's terrace! There'd been nothing about kissing on the program!

Nothing! In fact, Bilbo would have noticed! He wrote the schedule!

Sorry Thorin. That nice stroking has suddenly stopped as Bilbo's forehead wrinkles between his eyebrows and he finds himself not sure where to put his other hand. Jaw? Chest? Hair?

Oh no, and Thorin's stroking his hair-- It's just about too much and Bilbo leans away. "W-What are you doing?!"

Perfectly normal to jerk your king off, but kiss him? Oooh no.

[kinginexile]

Oh sweet summer child. Dwarves are hardly repressed, they're quite open about sex and all that, just... Thorin has kept himself away from others in that sense. Getting close to people just meant it hurting more when he lost them. Getting close to people meant a lot of things, but since Bilbo Baggins... well.

He can't help himself, especially when the halfling is touching him like this and sitting on his lap. Surely it must mean-- but then Bilbo is pulling back, looking quite shocked by what he'd done.

"I..." Oh. Oh so it wasn't like that. Thorin's hand lingers, just for a second more before it drops, resting on the arm of the chair once more.

"I merely--" Just brush it off. Clearly this was nothing but a misunderstanding. Work. That's all it was to Bilbo.

"Just got caught up in it all."

MISUNDERSTANDING TIME

[burgling]

Bilbo doesn't look like brushing it off is just going to work. He looks halfway between about to cry and likely to smack Thorin in his foolish mouth. That doesn't mean he climbs out of the dwarf's lap. He just...he settles that hand that had been unable to go no where on Thorin's shoulder and looks downward, feeling foolish himself.

Cultural differences have been plaguing him from the moment he met Thorin and his Company. He's been fairly good with it, but that doesn't mean he can let something as important as a kiss slide.

Dwarves might thing they're 'something to get caught up in' and do it but hobbits--

"A kiss if for someone you love," Bilbo says in dismay. And to think, his first kiss had been to the dwarven king of all people! Thorin seems to sway between hating him and barely tolerating him. They're friends of course, but oh.. He'd wanted his first time to be meaningful.

For the other person to really care for him.

He feels like an idiot about to blubber over this so he takes the dwarf in his hand again. The stroking is slower now. It will take time to build back up.

MY FAVORITE!

[kinginexile]

Wait but-- he thought-- what in the name of Durin is going on?

Thorin stops Bilbo, taking his hand right off his cock, no matter how good it feels. He's a bit taken back himself at this. So a kiss is something sacred, but tugging off your friend means nothing? What in the world.

"You acted-- I thought it disgusted you." He's so lost right now. So Bilbo hadn't disliked it?