Thorin feigns deep consideration, running the broad sweep of his palms to squeeze at the edge of their shared mattress. “How indeed…how could my pretty little spouse offer me pleasure this morning?” Thin lips curving into a wolfish smirk, Thorin has only Bilbo’s endearing gestures to blame when he shifts quickly, the hobbit pinned tight to the bed by either slender wrist, ensnared like a trembling, wide-eyed rabbit. “I wish to feel insideyou once more, Bilbo. You’ve all but washed my essence from within, and it is but my duty to leave you tainted and filled.”
"Oh goodness," Bilbo breathes, chuckling a little, his body jerking of its own accord up towards Thorin, "How quickly we’ve gone from flowers to filth. Is this our fate, then, husband?" He reaches up for a quick peck on Thorin’s lips. "Very well then, you greedy brute, see to your duty, and I shall assist in whatever way I can." The way he rolls his hips against Thorin’s now is no longer involuntary, nor is the little smirk in the corner of his own mouth at the small sigh that it garners him.
There you go, darling ;)
yes, I’ve done it again, sorry not sorry
Great naughty fic, ladies!
…shit, I forgot the rings. Oh, the irony…
Annnnd finally I seem to be getting out of the art block!! Apparently there were a couple of unsolved issues that were actually blocking me… one of them being misusing reference pictures. None was used for this drawing, not a single one in any possible way, and it has felt so very right. Never again, maus, never againnnn!
Anyways. Hopefully more drawings will happen more regularly from now on! :)