/ / / For The First Time \ \ \

Bilbo sighed into the kiss and tried to keep his wits to himself. Yet there was no way to hold against the assault of Thorin's hands on him, hot and demanding, nor the press of his lips and bite of his teeth. He finally wrenched his mouth away gasping for breath. Thorin's lips were immediately upon his neck, sucking marks into the hobbit's skin to the beat of his heart.

"Thorin, please," Bilbo begged, not sure if he needed more or wished for reprieve.

"Anything for you, my Bilbo," Thorin promised, hitching Bilbo up higher so that hobbit's toes no longer felt the ground and his cock was pressed firmly to Thorin's.

"You," Bilbo begged, grabbing Thorin's shoulders.

Thorin smiled, pressing kisses to the hobbit's lips, and rocking his hips into Bilbo's.

"Say it again," Thorin begged against Bilbo's collar bone.

"What?" Bilbo asked, digging his fingers into Thorin's shoulders and meeting every thrust of Thorin's hips.

"Your name, tell it to me again," Thorin used the wall behind Bilbo for leverage to rub their bodies against one another again and again until they were panting, their hips moving without thought as they panting into one another's necks.

"Bilbo…B…B…ag-gins, of…Erebor," Bilbo mouthed against Thorin's neck and screamed as Thorin's hand shoved down between them and fondled him to orgasm.

"Yes!" Thorin bellowed coming between them.

The dwarf's knees weakened and he slipped them both down to the ground, holding Bilbo tightly against him. Bilbo returned the hold and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath when it felt as though his heart would soon beat straight out of his chest.

Bilbo came back to himself when he shifted and his hot back met the cold stone of the wall behind him. He smiled down at Thorin whose head was pressed to his chest.

"Thorin," Bilbo said, running his fingers through the grey-streaked hair of his dwarf.

"Bilbo," Thorin responded, turning his head to press a kiss to Bilbo's wrist.

"You like my new name, Thorin?"

Thorin smiled, his face splitting into a wide grin as he stole a kiss from Bilbo's lips. "I do."

"I shall remember that for the future."

Thorin pulled away and made a face as the material of his smallclothes pulled at his skin.

"Bath first, perhaps?" Bilbo suggested.

Thorin smiled. "You have not seen the bath in these rooms. We shall bath together."

"Is that wise?" Bilbo asked, smiling up at Thorin knowingly.

"No, it is not. But I do not wish to let you go."

"Very well," Bilbo said, standing up. "We shall bath and eat and then you may take me to bed."

Thorin nodded and walked them through to the bathroom where a large, bone white bath took up the length of one wall. It was already filled with water, steam rising from the top and curling into the air before them.

"Biorn was a wonderful addition to our family," Thorin said, kissing Bilbo and walking over to the bath. He stripped down and turned to Bilbo, smiling over his shoulder, before he stepped up and into the large tub.

Bilbo immediately walked over and threw off his jacket when he heard the moan Thorin let out when he was submersed in the water. Thorin watched avidly as Bilbo undressed and then held out a hand towards him. Bilbo slipped down into the hot water and felt it sink into his bones.

"This is amazing," Bilbo said, resting back against Thorin's chest.

"Aye, nothing quite like a hot bath."

Bilbo personally thought it was the relaxation of an orgasm on top of the hot water but he did not care as Thorin wrapped his arms around him and held him close.

Later, Thorin looked down at Bilbo's wrinkled finger tips and reached for the soap, rubbing his hands together and then all over Bilbo – startling the hobbit from the light doze he had slipped into.

"What?" Bilbo said, twisting to look at Thorin.

"You were sleeping a little, my Bilbo."

"In the bath, that is not safe."

"I would not allow any harm to come to you," Thorin said, kissing Bilbo's shoulder.

Bilbo yawned and turned fully to kiss Thorin firmly. "I know that."

"I shall have to keep my eye on you in the future as well."

Bilbo smiled and took the soap from Thorin, returning the favour and rubbing soapy hands through the springy hair on the dwarf's chest, long his long arms, and the span of his smooth, scar-marked back. Thorin returned to cleansing Bilbo's skin, allowing his hands to slip below the surface of the water and catch against Bilbo's soft middle.

"How is this water still hot?" Bilbo asked, pressing into Thorin's hands.

"Fire stones," Thorin explained, washing his hobbit thoroughly.

"I see," Bilbo half-moaned, setting himself to returning the favour.

A few minutes later, cocks half-hard again Bilbo closed his eyes as Thorin poured rinsing water over the hobbit's head and then did the same to himself. Bilbo stepped out of the bath and wrapped himself in a large towel before he threw another one around the dwarf's body. He rubbed at Thorin's skin with a wide smile. Thorin's stomach growled under Bilbo's hand and the hobbit smiled up at his intended.

"I think we should eat before anything else, Thorin."

Thorin nodded and kissed Bilbo on the mouth and then on each cheek. "Then I shall lay you upon our bed and I will take whatever innocence you have left."

"And your innocence?"

"You shall have tomorrow."

Bilbo smiled and took Thorin's hand to walk them both through their warm chambers and into the kitchen – much larger than the one they had had deeper in the mountain.

"Once," Thorin explained, "all dwarves within this mountain ate together every evening in the Great Hall. As the mountain grew so too did the need for dwarves to live more within their chambers. This is one of the first chambers carved from the mountain when my forebears changed their ways of living."

"It is more like the kitchen of a hobbit-hole."

"I know."

Bilbo smiled and pulled the food that Griumma had left for them from the oven. He scooped them both out a large plate and handed them to Thorin before he collected a knife, extra utensils, and his Violet Petal Cake. He went to join Thorin before the fire and sat close by his side as they ate dinner. As soon as Bilbo put down his fork Thorin slipped the plate from his hands.

"Are you in a rush, Thorin?"

"Yes," Thorin said. "For I have waited for this cake for many long moons and I have waited to have you since the moment I saw you. I wish to eat your cake – ask you to bond with me formally, and then take you to bed."

Bilbo flushed, his cock jumping at the thought and stood immediately to collect his cake.

"My Grandmother taught me to make a cake very similar to this when I was but a hobbitling," Bilbo explained. "As I grew I changed the recipe a little until it became the one you are about to eat. With this change it became the very best cake I have made. I knew, upon the first time I tasted it, that I could not make the cake again until I had a hobbit…a dwarf…who I would ask to marry me and share my hobbit-hole for the remainder of our lives. You understand, of course, that that is you and I will never love another. I shall never make this cake for another as I have made it for you and no matter how much you love my scones, and I know you do, Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, the fact is that this cake is a true expression of the fact that I am now yours in heart, body, and spirit and I ask you to pledge me your heart for me to keep forever, your body for me to pleasure and take pleasure in, and your spirit for when we leave this land for the next I shall still wait for you and love you past death. With this cake, and my words, I make this unbreakable pledge to you. Do you accept all that I offer you, Thorin, son of Thráin?"

Thorin looked at Bilbo with soft eyes – his face slack with something that made Bilbo's chest ache.

"Thorin?"

"I pledge you my axe," Thorin said, gripping Bilbo's hands tightly. "I pledge my sword and my hammer. I pledge my life, my crown, and my honour to you, Bilbo Baggins of Bag-End. I shall mine my mountain to anoint you with jewels and metals and every coin of gold that comes to rest upon my hand will be yours to share. I am yours in heart, body, and spirit as you have asked me, Bilbo, son of Bungo and Bella. All the riches that shall ever be mine to claim will be yours to have and I shall lie with no other, as I shall love no other. When my body has turned to stone and rests within my mountain it shall be you that holds my heart and my eternal love. For all of the days of dwarves you shall be mine as I am yours."

Bilbo swallowed deeply and lunged forward to press his mouth to Thorin's in a hungry, open mouth kiss. His teeth clashed against Thorin's but he did not pull back only moved to press tighter into the dwarf. A dwarf who was not soft and did not weave pretty words but who had twisted every hope that Bilbo had ever had for love into one speech. Thorin's hands were soothing on Bilbo's body, pulling the kiss down from something furious and hard until it was a soft press of lips to lips and Bilbo was able to remember himself and the cake that was waiting for them. He pulled his mouth away from Thorin's and panted as he pressed himself into the chair instead.

"Bilbo?" Thorin asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"That was perfect and I accept," Bilbo said, blushing.

"Then cut me a piece of cake so that I may eat it and in all the ways of hobbit and dwarf we can claim one another."

Bilbo nodded and cut into the cake – a piece for each of them. Thorin took it and Bilbo watched as the dwarf cut into the piece, lifted it to his lips, and tasted the cake. He held his breath while Thorin ate the very first bite of cake and moaned his pleasure. Bilbo couldn't hold back the grin that spread across his face as Thorin immediately went back for another bite.

"This is the best thing I have ever eaten, Bilbo."

Bilbo smiled at him brightly and bit into his own piece of cake, savouring the flavour he had perfected so long ago. He had made the cake a number of times – for himself – planting half of it in his garden in an old hobbit tradition and ensuring that when he finally met Thorin he would have a cake to make that was worthy of him. He, himself, did not so much care if he ate the cake or not but he could feel something shift within him as he watched Thorin savour his slice. All their courting was now behind them and no matter that they were waiting to marry, or bond, until Durin's Day came again they were now pledged to one another and nothing would come between them.

Thorin stopped eating and looked at Bilbo. "You do not enjoy it?"

Bilbo shook his head. "I love you, Thorin, and I now feel comforted that nothing will ever come between us and our future."

Thorin nodded. "We are pledged."

"Finish your cake," Bilbo said, setting his plate on the table. "I am going to make our bed."

"I will help."

"No," Bilbo said, pressing a hand on Thorin's cheek. "Let me do this for you, it is the hobbit way to make a home comfortable and this shall be our home."

Thorin nodded and rested back, allowing Bilbo to make their bed with fresh, clean sheets, and finally he threw a spare quilt over the blankets. Bilbo walked to their bags and searched through until he located their sleeping clothes and took them, and a vial he had purchased when he obtain his mark, to the drawers next to their bed. Just as Bilbo was standing to survey the work done Thorin stepped up behind him and pressed his chest to Bilbo's back.

"Thorin," Bilbo said, reaching back to hold onto the dwarf.

"My Bilbo," Thorin said, pressing kisses along the line of Bilbo's neck, biting at the spot behind Bilbo's ear.

Bilbo moaned for Thorin and tightened his hold. "Will you mark me tonight, Thorin."

"Yes, your body will show the marks that are normally invisible to everyone, the marks that make me yours."

"And me yours," Bilbo finished, pulling away so that he could climb onto the bed.

He turned around and held out a hand for Thorin, asking the dwarf into the bed. Thorin took his hand and climbed up next to Bilbo, pressing his weight into the hobbit's side. Bilbo pulled Thorin into a kiss, licking into his mouth as Thorin's hands ran down his bare chest. Thorin's hands caught on his nipples, rubbing at them roughly before moving his hand down below the band of his small clothes. Bilbo reached down, slipping his hands into the back of Thorin's pants to palm at his backside as they continued to kiss, breathing together as their cocks tightened and their breaths came out as gasps.

"Please," Bilbo moaned into Thorin's mouth, wriggling to get closer to him. Thorin moved, pressing one leg between Bilbo's so that he could rock down into the hobbit's body. Bilbo gripped his backside tighter and rubbed himself against the dwarf's hip. It wasn't enough, Bilbo needed more and he pressed the word more into Thorin's skin again and again as he rolled his hips into a harsh rhythm. Thorin matched every thrust, wanting Bilbo fiercely.

Bilbo pulled Thorin on top of him, wrapping his legs around the bulk of Thorin's dwarfish body and exalting in the weight of Thorin above him.

"I obtained oil in Lisraith," Bilbo told Thorin. "In the Shire, and the towns of Men, it is used to ease the way."

Thorin flushed above him. "I too have the oil that dwarves you for such things."

Bilbo smiled. "One for me and one for you."

Thorin rolled his hips down into Bilbo, rocking his hardness to that of the hobbit. "And tonight, which of us shall need this oil."

"You shall need it," Bilbo said, spreading his legs wider. "To open my body for yours."

Thorin smiled and began kissing his way down Bilbo's body, pressing kisses alongside biting marks, and touching all the skin he could until he reached the line of Bilbo's middle. He kissed the hobbit's belly button smelling soap upon the pale skin.

"You will take your time in this?" Bilbo asked. "When I wish for you to rush."

Thorin shook his head. "I have been waiting too long to take you and make your mine."

"I am my own."

"Yes, but when I press into your body and we are moving together, when we think of nothing but the pleasure of our bodies and the love in our hearts you shall be mine and I yours in a way we have not been before and I have waited for that since I looked upon you in the doorway of a hobbit-hole. I did not think you would be the burglar we needed but I certainly wished to lie with you."

Bilbo smiled and yanked Thorin up to kiss him, licking into the dwarf's mouth as he ran his hands along Thorin's back. The pads of his fingers caught on scars and ribs until finally he thrust his hands below the material of Thorin's smallclothes and grabbed Thorin's backside to hold him in place as Bilbo rocked his body up into the dwarf.

"You attempt to distract me," Thorin panted into Bilbo's ear.

Bilbo nodded and pressed fast, firm kisses along Thorin's neck until he could press his teeth to the soft spot behind the dwarf's ear where he had discovered a weakness that made Thorin moan.

"I do not wish to distract you," Bilbo said, smiling up at Thorin. "I wish to enflame you."

Thorin smiled and rose up above the hobbit. "I am flame and fire and I want you."

Bilbo licked his lips and smiled up at the dwarf.

Thorin reached for the vial and oiled his fingers, and then froze and looked down at the smallclothes still covering Bilbo's hardness. Bilbo laughed at him and pushed them down, kicking them as far away as possible. Then he tucked his stomach in and spread his knees wide to welcome Thorin back between them. Thorin looked down at Bilbo and pressed his forefinger to the hobbit's entrance, circling the pad of his finger around until Bilbo relaxed before him. He pressed deeper, breeching the hobbit with the very tip of his finger and then rocking into him until his finger was deep in Bilbo and he had his first taste of the heat and clutch that he had been thinking on for months. Bilbo moaned at the slide of Thorin's finger out and in, over and over until Bilbo was writhing before the dwarf.

"Another," Bilbo demanded, looking up at Thorin.

"Yes," Thorin said, pulling his fingers from Bilbo and pressing two in, the oil on his fingers smoothing the way but the hobbit still gasped out at the burning press until Thorin's fingers pressed in to the knuckle and he was able to pause, feeling the fluttering of Bilbo's muscles against his fingers.

Bilbo caught Thorin's eyes and smiled. The dwarf pulled his fingers back, working Bilbo's entrance until he could slip a third finger in, spreading them on every other thrust until Bilbo's hole was wet and ready for him. He pulled his fingers from Bilbo and washed them in the basin by the bed before he slicked his dripping length up and crowded down into Bilbo's body.

"Are you ready?" Thorin whispered into the bitten red flesh of Bilbo's neck.

"Yes," Bilbo said, begged, offered. Thorin took his length in hand and pressed his cock into Bilbo. He closed his eyes at the still tight clutch and moaned as he bottomed out, his balls resting tight and hard to Bilbo's body as the hobbit beneath him clenched around his cock tight.

Moments later, Bilbo reached down to curl his hands over Thorin's backside and urged the dwarf to move. Thorin rose above Bilbo and smiled down at his hobbit. The dwarf leaned down and kissed Bilbo, smiling against his lips as the hobbit moaned at the press and friction inside of him. Thorin moved his hand next to Bilbo's head where Bilbo rubbed his cheek against the coarse bristles on his wrist and smiled. Thorin reached down with his other hand and wrapped a hand around Bilbo's thigh before he started to move. He rolled his hips, rocking until he found the place that Kíli had told him about so gleefully. Then he pressed himself down into Bilbo and rocked, rolled, moved until his Bilbo was grabbed at his shoulders tightly, the mouth that had been pressing a kiss to his wrist had turned into a needy bite and Thorin could see no purpose to his life but being here in this moment with Bilbo Baggins of Erebor. Bilbo came first, his heels digging into Thorin's flank as he arched and screamed the dwarf's name up into the very peak of the mountain above them. Thorin stilled and held himself pressed deep within the hobbit's body as Bilbo came between them and his body spasmed around Thorin.

"Thorin," Bilbo gasped, curling his hand into Thorin's hair.

Thorin smiled with difficulty before he started moving again, leaning down to kiss Bilbo as his hips started pistoning.

"Thorin, Thorin," Bilbo moaned on every thrust, wrapping his arms tight around Thorin and holding the dwarf tightly. "Please, Thorin, please, come for me."

Thorin screamed out in Khuzdul and hitched himself up, spending inside of Bilbo who gripped Thorin tight, his blunt nails digging into the dwarf's skin.

"Oh, Aüle," Bilbo groaned, "That feels…Thorin."

"Bilbo," Thorin said, trying to hold his body up and away from squashing the hobbit.

"Let go," Bilbo said, tugging Thorin down.

"I would squash you."

Bilbo laughed and pulled on Thorin until his arms gave way and he sank down into the hobbit's hold. "A welcome weight, my dwarf."

Thorin huffed out a long breath and nodded into Bilbo's neck, pressing a soft kiss to the flesh of his shoulder and then rested. Bilbo held him for several long moments until Thorin's cock returned to normal and the sticky tightness between their bodies had to be dealt with.

Thorin pulled up and away, smiling down at Bilbo as their stomachs pulled apart. Then the dwarf froze. Bilbo smiled up at him.

"Ready?"

Bilbo nodded and Thorin pulled away from his body. He couldn't resist looking down as his cock slid free, there was a sluggish dribble of his own seed mixed with oil that slipped out and Thorin had to lean down and press a kiss to Bilbo's hip. Then he pulled back and away properly. He grabbed Bilbo's hand and pulled him through the chambers and into the bathroom. They bathed and wrapped themselves back into bed clothes.

"I am hungry now," Bilbo said, pulling Thorin down into a kiss.

"Yes, you gave me quite an appetite too, Bilbo."

Bilbo flushed. "I will get us something."

"There are scones."

"And cake."

Thorin turned and looked at the cake. "Yes, there is cake. Would you enjoy it this time?"

"Yes, I believe I would."

"Then if you make us tea, I will cut us cake."

Bilbo smiled. "I did not think you would be such a fan of tea from the way you complained when I first made you drink it."

Thorin grimaced. "That tea was undrinkable."

"It may have been unpleasant to your tastebuds but it was certainly good for you."

"My mother enjoyed tea, and gave me a taste for it. Even if I would not choose it over mead."

Bilbo smiled. "Neither would many a hobbit; myself included. However, tea can be found in the forests and both mead and ale need to be brewed."

Thorin nodded. "One day, we shall have the bees for the best dwarfish mead in any mountain within Middle Earth."

"And until then?"

"And even after I will still enjoy a cup of tea and a scone, or cake, with my hobbit."

Bilbo stood on his tip toes, though his eyebrows gathered together in a frown, and pressed a kiss to Thorin's mouth.

"Bilbo, are you well?"

"A little sore but no worse than is expected from our earlier activities."

"Then you should sit," Thorin said, shepherding Bilbo to one of the chairs. "And I will collect us both some tea."

Bilbo nodded and gingerly sat down. Thorin went into the kitchen to put the pot on to boil water and then pulled the wet blanket from the bed and replaced it with Bilbo's patchwork quilt. Then he made them both tea and they sat before the fire.

"I am so very tired," Bilbo said, yawning into his cup of tea. "But I want some cake before I sleep."

Thorin nodded, already more than one bite into his cake. Bilbo smiled and followed his example, ignoring the desire to move and feel the ache that taking Thorin had created in him. He wanted to revel in it, he wanted to take Thorin back to bed and do it all again. He knew though, with the cake they were eating and the crows that would be dispatched that he would have many opportunities to bask in this feeling again. And create it in Thorin. So, he ate his cake, smiled when Thorin made a point of tidying, and curled himself into bed and his dwarf.

The End