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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Hobbit_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Fíli/Thorin_Oakenshield
  Character:
      Fíli, Thorin_Oakenshield
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Comeplay, Belly_Bulging, that's_not
      a_tag?_huh, Rough_Sex, Rough_Oral_Sex, Dirty_Talk, Loss_of_Virginity,
      slight_humiliation, Spanking, Hair-pulling, really_this_fic_is_filthy,
      vague_mentions_of_triple_durincest, fili_is_only_two_weeks_underage, his
      coming_of_age_day_is_literally_in_two_weeks, just_thought_i'd_tag_it_in
      the_warnings_jic, can_never_be_too_careful, Overstimulation, forgot_about
      that_one
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-08 Chapters: 1/4 Words: 13708
****** Coveted ******
by durinsprinces
Summary
     Fíli is called to discuss his lessons with Thorin. Needless to say,
     they find something far more interesting to talk about.
Notes
     not much to say about this one.
     it's a lengthy kink fic i wrote a while back for a friend. it was
     originally supposed to be a short prelude for a triple durincest fic,
     but tbh, i got carried away.
     anyways.
     the whole fic i was planning got shredded and turned int several
     different things, so i figured i'd edit this and post it up as a
     oneshot.
     so here you go. enjoy your 13k of pure garbage.
     i'm so gross omg.
It wasn’t every day that Thorin sent a messenger to fetch Fíli. It wasn’t
necessarily uncommon either, but Fíli didn’t think he had done anything wrong.
Or anything worthy of praise for that matter, either.  
Apparently his uncle wanted to discuss something about his lessons with him.
Fíli had been entertaining Kíli at the time. Upon his summon, he had to hush
his brother as he started to voice a million questions over what Fíli had done,
asking if he was in trouble. He kissed Kíli on the top of his messy head,
noting to himself that it was getting time to prod his brother to take a bath
so he could attempt to tame the wild nest that was his hair. Now that Kíli was
far past the age of being able to comb and braid on his own, Fíli was a little
unsure as to why it was still his responsibility to handle the mess. Not that
he particularly minded.
Fíli stood from his seat and Kíli watched his every step as his brother left
the room. 
Fíli followed the dwarf down the stone halls of their kingdom, wondering what
Thorin could possibly want to discuss. Balin had told him he had done well on
his last few assignments and Dwalin was more than ready to sing out praise of
how well Fíli was coming along in his swordsmanship. Although, that might
possibly be more of a ploy to try and encourage Kíli to follow in his brother's
footsteps, instead of smacking heedlessly at anything and everything with his
sword, as if it were still his wooden staff.
The messenger left him at the door of Thorin's private chambers and Fíli
speculated over why his uncle wasn't in his council room, as he normally was
around this time of day. Maybe his work was done early? Or perhaps the dwarf
had confused the message he was meant to have received?
Fíli brought his fist to the door and knocked twice before hearing his uncle's
voice permitting him to enter. He pushed the heavy door open, slipping through
it and shutting it behind himself. When he turned around, he bowed his head
immediately as he was taught to do in the presence of his king.
"Fíli," Thorin’s voice was neutral, and Fíli found it discomforting that he
couldn’t discern anything from it. "Thank you for coming."
Fíli gave him a small smile and a nod, like he had a choice to begin with.
"It’s my pleasure. The messenger you sent said you wanted to discuss something
with me? My lessons?" Fíli was never one to beat around the bush or extend
niceties when it was unnecessary to do so. It was something Thorin was proud of
and simultaneously annoyed by.
“Aye,” Thorin nodded at Fíli, watching him carefully. He waited for his uncle
to continue, but when the silence remained unbroken, Fíli couldn’t help but
contemplate Thorin’s strange behavior. His uncle was never one to miss a chance
to say as much as he pleased and was more than ready to hear himself talk, if
he was passionate about the topic.
He supposed, Thorin could often be a man of little word as well, but even so,
Fíli felt confused all the same. “Is there something unsatisfactory in them?”
he pressed after the lengthy pause.
“It seems you are doing very well in your lessons. Your teachers have nothing
but kind words and praise for you,” Thorin shifted his weight and Fíli thought
he could see a gleam of pride in his uncle’s eyes.
“Is…” Fíli kept his body still, despite feeling the need to shuffle around. “Is
that all, then?”
Thorin looked as if he were debating something; rolling an idea around in his
head. Fíli thought it best perhaps not to point it out; it would not be his
place to do so. But Thorin was his uncle before he was Fíli’s king, and
something was clearly bothering him.
“Uncle? Is something troubling you?”
 
Thorin seemed to come to his senses as he shook his head so softly he must not
have realized he was even doing it.
“No, Fíli, you may go.”
Cocking an eyebrow, Fili considered prying, but thought better of it this time.
Maybe he would ask later, or Thorin would confide in him when he was ready. He
took a step towards his uncle at his dismissal, before dropping to one knee
with his head bowed.
Fíli was about to look up when he felt the warmth of a palm laid over his
cheek. To say that Thorin was affectionate would be a bit of an overstatement,
however Fíli had known him to show his fondness in kind touches when the
occasion called for it.
But this one did not.
Fíli felt his head being lifted and his eyes quickly snapped up to Thorin’s
face, searching his features for an answer his uncle seemed unwilling to give
him.
“Uncle?” he finally asked hesitantly.
Thorin continued to stare down at him, his eyes roaming over his nephew’s face.
Fíli was unsure of what to say or do, so he remained silent, on his knee in
front of his king.
“You have grown quite handsomely,” Thorin’s words were whispered so quietly
that Fíli had to strain his ears to hear them. Had Thorin realized that he was
saying this out loud?
Fíli stared up at him with his face unchanged, but his eyes conveyed the
confusion he felt. “You will bring so much pride to the Line of Durin.”
He watched his uncle assess his face like a large, beautiful jewel found deep
in the mines. The scrutiny made him feel uncomfortable, and this time, he
couldn’t help but squirm a little under the gaze. “Uncle, please tell me what
troubles you,” Fíli finally spoke, his voice just as low as Thorin’s.
A thumb trailed over his growing beard before gently stroking the bead at the
bottom of Fíli’s braided moustache. Fíli shivered under the touch and watched
as his uncle’s eyes drooped. He swallowed, nervousness blossoming through his
body as he looked up into his uncle’s eyes. He felt the thumb on his lips and
watched the pupils in Thorin’s eyes grow wider.
And then Fíli understood.
It was he, himself that was troubling his uncle.
Fílipaled under Thorin’s gaze. He could not deny that on occasion his uncle had
visited him in an inappropriate dream or two. Or that sometimes his eyes would
stray a little too much, or stay a little too long on Thorin. But he always
attempted to dismiss it as something easily explained; a case of hero worship
and the fact he would be coming of age very soon.
Fíli knew incest was not a crime in dwarven culture, such as it was in the
kingdom of Men. However, it was not especially common and it certainly would
not be noble for him to think such thoughts about his king. Nor for his king to
think such thoughts about his heir.
Again there was no law that had expressly forbidden it, and had there been,
Thorin could amend it should the need ever arise. Though Fíli knew Thorin would
be absolutely disgusted at the thought of bending a law to his will just for
the sake of his own depravity.
However, there were laws against Fíli’s age. Though, try as he might right now,
he couldn’t recall them. Was everything before his Coming of Age forbidden and
punishable by law? He only had two weeks to go until his Naming Day. He might
as well be of age if anyone asked him. Not that they would.
Fíli wondered what his uncle desired and if he wanted Fíli to give it to him.
It crossed his mind that this could be a test. Was his uncle testing him? Did
he want Fíli to reject him and show his uncle that he was an honorable, honest
dwarf? One that would not participate in any lewd acts of incest or break the
law by participating in something he must wait until his Naming Day to do? Or
was he pressing to see if Fíli would do anything for his king? Was he loyal to
the core, never questioning and always following; giving his king exactly what
he wanted no questions asked?
Fíli felt dizzy with all of these problems filling his mind. The warm thumb
pressed at his top lip, parting it from the other.
What did Thorin want from him?
“Uncle,” Fíli’s voice sounded so loud in the chambers, despite knowing how
quiet the word was uttered. “Thorin, I… I don’t know what it is you want from
me.”
Fíli couldn’t go on, not knowing what he was supposed to do or what was
expected of him.
“I want nothing you are not willing to give to me,” Thorin’s voice was low,
deep, filled with a tone Fíli had never heard him use before. It should be
indication enough to Fíli that his uncle was being sincere. But he still
couldn’t help the nervous fretting over whether or not this was a trick or a
ruse.
“I am willing to give you anything I have, that is mine to give,” Fíli’s words
somehow felt like they were not his own, like they had been rehearsed. He knew
that, while they have not been intended for this exact moment, as he never
thought it would ever happen, they were words that were practiced and precise;
said by the Heir of Durin, and not by Fíli, sister-son of Thorin.
Thorin frowned at his nephew as he reached down to brush a golden braid behind
his ear. “I only want what you choose to freely give,” he spoke softly, feeling
most unlike himself in this moment. “I want you to answer as yourself, Fíli,
and not as my heir, or even my nephew. I want you to answer with what you
want.”
Fíli’s mind raced as Thorin spoke. He was unsure if, in all of his life, he had
ever been asked what he wanted. He would never choose to be anyone other than
who he is. Fíli is proud to be a Durin; proud to be the Crown Prince. But he
never thought about his right to the freedom of choice. He was not his brother,
mostly free to do as he pleased so long as he brought no shame to the family
name.
Fíli could not deny, as he stared up at his uncle looking so adoringly down at
him, giving him the affection Fíli always craved, that he wanted his uncle in
ways he should not. If he should voice those thoughts, would he be right in
doing so, now with his uncle’s permission?
Fíli swallowed his fear of this being yet another test of his character, and
allowed himself a taste of what life could be like if he made his own decisions
for himself.
Thorin seemed to have read much in his face as Fíli made his decision. A smile
pulled at his uncle’s lips in a way Fíli found most pleasing. “What do you want
Fíli?”
Words bubbled in his throat, as Fíli darted his tongue over his lips and around
the thumb still tracing an invisible line across them.
“You, Uncle.”
A low groan pulled from Thorin’s throat was exactly the encouragement that Fíli
needed to believe his decision wasright; that he was not being tried or
tricked. Feeling himself swell with courage, Fíli pulled the finger into his
mouth, running his tongue over the tip. To make his intentions even clearer to
his uncle, Fíli leaned forward, pressing his face into the crotch of Thorin’s
pants. He nuzzled at his cock through the fabric.
If Fíli ever thought back to the moment that had turned him into a loud and
unruly heir, rather like his brother, this would have to be it.
Being able to make his own choices felt almost as intoxicating as the feeling
of Thorin’s cock hardening against his face, and the pleasure at the thought of
what was to come.
Thorin’s growl was deep and low and sent a wave of pleasure straight to Fíli’s
groin. He was solely responsible for the pleasure Thorin was experiencing and a
sense of accomplishment and excitement made Fíli harder than any physical touch
could possibly make him at this moment.
Never in his life had he wanted anything more than to please his uncle; make
him proud. And now, dropping his other leg down so he was on both knees,
suckling at Thorin’s finger like he was about to do to his dick, he was
pleasing him in ways he had only dreamed about doing.
His hands lifted to his uncle’s trousers, quickly unlacing them. The thumb in
his mouth pressed down on his tongue and Thorin used his forefinger to guide
Fíli’s chin to look up at him. “Fíli, wait,” Thorin’s voice was the deepest
Fíli thought he had ever heard it.
He searched his uncle’s face, confusion plain in his eyes. Thorin slipped his
finger free from his nephew’s mouth, smearing a little wetness across his lips
with the tip. “Uncle, did I do something wrong?” Fíli asked the minute his
tongue was free.
He could feel Thorin shudder underneath his hands from where they were resting
on his thighs. “No, Fíli. You could never do wrong by me.” The words made his
nephew beam up at him for a moment before his expression became neutral once
more.
“Then what is it, Uncle?” Fíli felt him shudder yet again.
“Do you want this, Fíli?” Thorin asked, his darkened eyes searching Fíli’s
face. “You are not just doing what you think I want you to do?”
Fíli smiled at his uncle and leaned his face into his palm. “I desire nothing
more in the world, right now,” he locked his eyes on Thorin’s, “than to wrap my
mouth around your cock.”
The words fell off his lips easier than most of the answers he’d given his
uncle in his entire life. Fíli grinned when they caused Thorin’s breath to
hitch and he quickly resumed his work from earlier. Whatever doubts or
reservations Thorin had a moment ago, seemed lost in the haze of Fíli’s filthy
words and the sensation of his nephew’s face once again rubbing at the front of
his pants.
Thorin’s hand traced gently over Fíli’s golden hair, marveling at how soft he
found it to be. It had been a long time since he had last touched it to braid
it.
When Fíli had finished untying the laces on his uncle’s trousers, he looked up
at him as he began to tug them off with a wicked little grin.
Fíli worked Thorin’s pants and smallclothes down to his knees, keeping his eyes
glued to his uncle’s the entire time. He watched the lust blow his pupils wide,
watched his cheeks tinge pink with arousal. He had never seen Thorin like this
and it was such a gift to witness, that Fíli could barely tear his eyes away.
But even so, there was one thing he wanted to lay his eyes upon more than his
uncle’s face.
Fíli finally broke the contact and looked down, feeling his mouth parting in
automatic response. He had never put much thought into what his uncle would
truly look like fully erect, as it was not a very proper thing to think of. And
his dreams often didn’t dwell on that particular thought before moving onto
much more important things.

Of course Fíli had seen his uncle naked many times in the course of his life,
but never had he seen Thorin’s cock so hard and heavy, leaking arousal from the
flushed slit. It made Fíli’s eyes flutter with his own lust as he watched
Thorin’s dick twitch so slightly. Without taking his eyes off of the beautiful
sight in front of him, Fíli leaned forward and placed a small kiss on the tip,
almost chaste had it not been for where his mouth was, letting the precum bead
over his lips. His tongue immediately flicked out to taste it, trailing over
the slit of his uncle’s cock.

He could not help the moan that fell from his lips at the flavor. It was salty,
bitter, but very much Thorin in a way Fíli couldn’t quite place. He was
addicted immediately, tonguing at the slit once more to get another taste in
his mouth. A few more tiny licks and a hand gently tugged at his hair, and a
small chuckle fell on Fíli’s ears.
“You’re quite the tease,” Thorin’s deep voice filled the room and Fíli looked
up at him, his own face flushed with arousal hotter than he had ever felt
before.
“That was not my intention,” he replied as he mouthed at the skin before
pulling it back to access the crown of Thorin’s cock. “You just taste so good,
Uncle. I’m sorry,” Fíli breathed in his scent as he continued to mouth down the
length.
Thorin watched his nephew work his way down his shaft, pressing feather light
kisses to his heated skin. He smiled up at him, loving the way his uncle’s eyes
remained glued to his progress. Thorin was so big and Fíli wanted to memorize
every glorious inch; the way it tasted and felt against his mouth, the way it
pulsed against his lips. At the end of Thorin’s shaft, Fíli let out a low moan
as he nuzzled his face against his uncle’s stones, drawing his tongue over the
soft skin so slowly. The quiet moan ghosted a hot breath over his sac as Fíli
pressed into them. He let them sit heavy on his face, mouthing gently at his
balls for a short moment.

 Thorin certainly would not retract his earlier statement; his nephew was quite
the tease.

As if sensing Thorin’s exact thoughts, Fíli finally returned his attention to
his uncle’s cock, licking a long stripe up the entire length of the shaft. His
eyes returned to his uncle’s as he opened his jaw wide to accommodate Thorin’s
width. He wasted no more time, wrapping his lips over the head. Thorin had to
struggle not to grab his nephew’s hair and immediately buck into the tight
heat. It was heady, inviting and Thorin felt as though he could come right now;
paint his nephew’s face white with his seed.

But that would do no justice to the moment nor to himself, so he let Fíli
slowly inch his way down, his tongue lapping wonderfully at the underside of
his shaft as he continued to take more and more of his uncle’s erection into
his beautiful mouth.

Fíli paused his descent right before the head of Thorin’s cock was at the back
of his throat, wondering if he could take him anymore. His hand moved a little
lower on his uncle’s length, guessing there was only one way to find out.

Thorincould not take his eyes off of his heir. Each inch he managed to take
tested his resolve. The skill his nephew held for what he was currently doing
made a terrible thought cross his mind. Had Fíli done this before to anyone
else? It was not his place to feel anger or punish his nephew for bending the
laws of their kingdom now, but even so, he felt a possessiveness burn in his
core at the thought of his heir, his Fíli, doing this to anyone else.
When Thorin forced himself to drop that train of thought, he brought his
attention back down to what Fíli was actually doing and rather just the
sensation of it. Wetting his lips, he watched Fíli’s nose flare for breath
before his eyes crossed to assess the last few inches of his uncle’s shaft.
Thorin could practically feel his nephew’s brain turning in thought.
He really didn’t have to guess at what, and as much as he wanted to entertain
the idea of his nephew taking him down his throat, if this was his first time
as he should know, (when had Fíli ever gone against Thorin’s law?) then he
would not handle it as easily as his nephew seemed to think he could. The last
thing Thorin wanted was for Fíli to hurt himself or make himself sick.
His palm on Fíli’s face drew his attention upward. “You don’t need to take
anymore, you have taken plenty,” his words were gruff and laced with need and
desire and Fíli’s eyes drooped at the sound alone. He wanted to take all of his
uncle, wanted to prove that he was worthy to wrap his lips around such a fine
cock; his king’s cock. 

A low whine left Fíli’s throat and vibrated through his uncle’s body. He could
feel Thorin shiver at the sensation as his eyes closed. He never let anything
stand in his way or limit him before, and just like with swordplay, lessons, or
trying to reach things in Bombur’s kitchen late at night, he would not stop
until he had what he wanted and made himself proud.
Fíli stretched his mouth just a little wider and willed his throat to relax as
he took in another inch. It seemed to be working so far, so Fíli continued to
press forward. Thorin’s cockhead pushed against the back of his throat and he
still had a little more left to take. His throat constricted a little around
the intrusion but he forced his body not to respond. His throat tickled and
Fíli could swear he could feel precum smearing against the back of it.

With a breath, Fíli finally pushed himself to the deep base of Thorin’s shaft,
nestling his nose in the tight curls of his pubic hair. He breathed in his
uncle’s strong, rich scent and his eyes fell shut, just enjoying his conquest.
He felt like he wanted to stay here all day, breathing in his uncle, feeling
his dick fill his mouth, letting it slowly drip precum down his throat.

Until an involuntary buck of Thorin’s hips caused his throat to constrict
tightly around the crown of his uncle’s erection, shoved exactly in the perfect
spot to make him choke. Fíli could not restrain the gag that he let out, spit
drooling from his chin and dripping off the now wet and exposed inches of
Thorin’s shaft that pulled from his mouth. The image was so obscene and
wonderful and Thorin almost thought it was worth it. But he had not meant to
make his nephew choke and his hand ran through Fíli’s hair, quickly trying to
soothe him.

Fíli pulled his mouth off of Thorin’s cock to catch his breath, feeling oddly
ashamed that he had failed at the task he had set for himself. His cheeks
burned as he refused to look up at his uncle. Thorin placed his fingers under
Fíli’s wet chin, tilting his head up so he could look him in the eyes.

“You did well, Fíli. You do not have to take so much today. You’ll learn in
time.”

Fíli’s heart skipped a beat as the words registered in his mind. “Today?” he
repeated, realizing that wasn’t necessarily what he wanted to ask. “I mean, you
would like this to happen again? More than just today?”

Thorin couldn’t help but give a short chuckle to his nephew’s flustered state.
Fíli was always so eloquent in his wording that it must frustrate him to sound
so eager and rather simple. “Only if you want it to happen again,” Thorin
reminded him patiently, a hand pushing leisurely through Fíli’s beautiful,
golden hair. “I would not have anything you were not ready to give.”

Fíli contemplated that for a moment, just rolling the words around in his mind
as he flicked his tongue out to catch a drop of slick. It’d be such a shame to
waste. He was eager to feel Thorin’s dick stretching his mouth again. His eyes
trailed over his uncle’s body, up to his face. “And if I wanted to give you
more right now?”
The growl that echoed off the stone of the walls was worth more to Fíli than
all the things he owned. It was striking, deep, and filled with the desire that
pulsed through Fíli’s body every second since he realized what his uncle wanted
from him.

“I cannot ask that of you, Fíli,” Thorin looked almost pained to reject Fíli’s
offer. And Fíli would not have that. He would not leave here today without
having felt what being completely filled by his uncle was like.
“I’m not asking,” Fíli’s eyes were determined as they locked with Thorin’s. His
hand began to stroke his uncle’s cock teasingly, tantalizingly slow as he
watched him.
“You are not old enough to even offer what you are willingly giving away,”
Thorin’s words were nearly lost as Fíli swallowed him all the way back down his
throat, gagging around him in his eagerness. It took every ounce of strength
Thorin had not to grab his nephew’s head and keep him there, throat
constricting tightly around his dick until he came in thick spurts down Fíli’s
throat.
Fíli quickly pulled off, breathing deep and wiping his chin from the new wet
mess he had made. “If I am old enough to suck your cock, I am old enough for
you to fill my ass with your seed,” Fíli’s eyes burned with determination,
paying no heed to how filthy his language was for the Prince of Durin.
“You wish to grow up so quickly?” Thorin growled as he grabbed his nephew by
the hair, using his other hand to run the wet head of his cock against Fíli’s
perfect lips. “Eager to show everyone how mature you are? Is that it?”
Fíli’s dick twitched at the new, rough treatment. His uncle had been so
tentative and gentle and it was so unlike him that Fíli hadn’t taken the chance
to consider what his uncle – no, what his king would truly be like when bedding
someone.
“No,” Fíli’s words forced his mouth to part and Thorin wasted no time in
shoving his erection into that tight heat. Fíli took it readily, quickly
flicking his tongue on the sensitive vein underneath the head. His uncle gave a
few shallow thrusts before pulling back out of his nephew’s mouth, and Fíli
couldn’t help but watch the filthy string of spit that connected from his lips
to his uncle’s dick. “That isn’t what I want,” Fíli’s voice was quiet as he
looked back up at Thorin. “I only want to please you, Uncle.”
There was that involuntary shiver again and Fíli couldn’t help but wonder over
it. A smile tugged at his lips. “Do you like that?” he asked, his face smug.
“Do you like me calling you ‘uncle’? While your cock is still wet from my
mouth?” 
Thorin once again blessed Fíli’s ears with a growl so delicious he feared he
may spill from it alone. “I have thoughts as to where you learned such vulgar
language, perhaps it would do you good to be punished for it.”
Fíli’s lips turned up in a wicked little smile. “Aye, if that’s what you see
fit, Uncle. Perhaps you would suggest bending me over your knee and spanking my
ass raw like you have done to Kíli many times in the past month?”
Thorin yanked his nephew’s head back, shoving his cock into his mouth when he
cried out in pain. He would have never guessed that his heir, with his calm,
gentle demeanor would be into such a harsh treatment. Perhaps he might take him
up on his offer of punishment, but that would have to wait until another time.
He had a council meeting later this afternoon and if he wanted to finish what
he and Fíli had started, they would have to be done within the next hour. He
would need a bath to wash the scent of his nephew off of his dick.
Thorin pushed as far as he dared into Fíli’s open mouth, loving the way his
tongue always seemed to swirl along the length of his member, even when he was
taken aback by such a rough invasion. Fíli looked up at his uncle, his eyes
clearly conveying that he had something he wanted to say as he tried to pull
away from Thorin’s shaft. For a moment, Thorin kept him there, still thrusting
and watching his nephew struggle, cheeks flushing in exertion, before Thorin
finally released him.
Fíli panted from his efforts, his eyes half lidded as Thorin watched his nephew
touch himself for the first time since they started. Fíli ground his palm
against his thick trousers, trying to relieve some of the pressure of his
straining erection. “Uncle, please,” he breathed out, wetting his already
sloppy lips. “Uncle, I want you to fuck me. I will not leave here until I have
what I want from you. Please?”
“You sound like your brother,” Thorin rumbled down at his heir, shaking his
head.
“Would you fuck him if he asked as nicely as I have?” Fíli spat out as his eyes
narrowed, but Thorin could see the way they shined at the thought.
“Mahal, Fíli! Your brother is nowhere near old enough!” Thorin’s face looked
appalled at the very thought, but Fíli was always sharp when it came to reading
people.
“Ah, but you would, wouldn’t you, Uncle? Is that the real reason Kíli spends so
much time over your knee?” Fíli watched his uncle’s cock twitch in front of his
face. “Don’t you worry, Uncle. I’ve heard Kíli in the middle of the night. He
has touched himself already. He has always been a little imp, has he no-“ Fíli
let out a sharp gasp as he was hauled from the floor by his hair. His hands
flew up to wrap around Thorin’s strong arm, trying to lessen the sharp tug on
his scalp.
“Fíli, you should not speak of your brother like that,” Thorin’s voice was
serious and Fíli wondered for a moment if perhaps he had crossed a line. But he
knew what he saw in his uncle’s eyes.

“He will know what we have done,” Fíli stated boldly. Defying his uncle felt
like freedom itself. “Perhaps not all of it, but he will know. He will want the
same treatment. No, I expect he will demand it,” Fíli watched his uncle and
when the fist in his hair loosened, dropping him back to his knees, Fíli let
out a breath he hadn’t even known he was holding.
“He can decide that for himself when the time comes.” Thorin’s tone was the
same he used during meetings and councils, one of authority and finality. “We
will speak no more of him now,” he added after a moment, reaching out to smooth
down the strands of mused hair.
Fíli nodded, not at all displeased by the outcome of his argument. They both
knew it to be true. If Fíli got something, Kíli would have it to. And if he was
denied, he would kick and scream and fuss and pout until it was his to have. No
matter what it was.
“There’s not much time before my meeting, so unless you want to spend it
arguing about things that have yet come to pass,” Thorin sighed, before a smirk
tugged at his lips, “then I suggest you undress and get on my bed. We may have
time yet.”
Every word was like honey to Fíli; dripping sweetly over him, making him feel
slow and sluggish and satisfied. He pulled himself to his feet quick enough,
toeing his boots off in a very non-princely manner. Thorin watched and Fíli
suddenly felt very self-conscious as he began to remove the many layers of his
outfit. He did not know his uncle’s taste when it came to his partners. Fíli
did not want to disappoint him.
He reminded himself that if Thorin had not wanted him, he would not be here.
It gave him a bit of courage to continue his task of stripping down, dropping
his heavy tunic to the stone floor. The sound was almost erotic, as it hinted
at what was to come, and Fíli couldn’t help but grow a little harder in his
trousers.
Thorin’s gaze never left him; only watched his hesitant movements grow more and
more brave. Fíli had lived under this scrutiny his entire life, being born the
Crown Prince. It was his entire goal in life to bring honor and pride on the
Line of Durin. All eyes were watching; always. And none more than those of his
uncle and king.
Now they were watching for a whole different reason and Fíli found that instead
of worried he would disappoint, as he had just a mere moment ago, that he was
eager to please his uncle. He knew what a fine dwarrow he was growing into. Had
he not been told on countless occasions by countless dwarrows and
dwarrowmaidens? Even the Women from Dale would remark over how attractive he
was; well, for a dwarf.
Perhaps their words had only been flattery for his title, but Fíli used that
knowledge to spur him on and turn his doubt into desire. His uncle would not
flatter him for his title; what could a prince give that the king did not
already have?
Fíli removed his undershirt and listened as Thorin’s breath hitched. His uncle
had not been out to watch his swordplay in many, many moons, as Fíli had always
held practice when Thorin was in private council with Balin. Fíli ran one hand
over the muscles on his chest, following the line of fine hair he had grown
over the years, down to the waist of his pants.
Had it been another time, Fíli would have drawn this out, would have teased his
uncle with the grand reveal. This part of him Thorin had certainly not seen in
a long time. But today, time was limited and Fíli was serious in his words. He
would not leave here without having bed his uncle.
His fingers were quick to unlace his trousers and he let them drop to the
ground like his tunic. Thorin’s fingers began to unbuckle his belt and Fíli
couldn’t help but bite his lip as he watched. He had forgotten he was supposed
to finish undressing and get on the bed, as his uncle disrobed himself. Fíli’s
throat felt tight as his gaze trailed reverently over his uncle’s torso and
stomach. He was the perfect picture of a dwarf in every way and Fíli wondered
if he, too, would one day be as perfect as his uncle.
“Take off your smallclothes,” Thorin commanded and Fíli blushed a little, as if
he had been caught doing something naughty. He hooked his thumbs in the
waistline and tugged them down, stepping out of them hastily. His cock stood
proud in front of him, golden and leaking, just begging to be touched.
“Bed,” Thorin grunted the one word and Fíli wondered what his uncle was
thinking as he turned around to head deeper into his private chambers. He heard
Thorin’s trousers and boots being discarded and Fíli shivered in anticipation
as he crawled onto his uncle’s bed. It smelled of him and Fíli almost allowed
himself to rut against the cool sheets and thick furs.
Now that would be very un-princely of him.
Fíli listened to each of his uncle’s heavy footsteps over the stone. His dick
jumped eagerly as he positioned himself against the pillows. He wasn’t sure if
his uncle wanted him to be on his hands and knees, so he could mount and claim
him as was often common in male courting. After a wrestling match for
dominance.
Oh.
Fíli hadn’t even considered that his uncle might want to wrestle for dominance.
And what if Fíli had won? Would he get to claim Thorin Oakenshield, King Under
the Mountain? His face burned red at the thought and when his Uncle entered the
room, Fíli was still on his back, cock thick and swollen between his thighs.
Fíli was redder than Thorin thought he had ever seen him.
Was his nephew reconsidering their coupling? Thorin would never insist he
follow through or do anything he did not truly want. Had this all been simply
to please him? Thorin walked over to his bed, letting the sight before him soak
into his mind.
Fíli looked so handsome laying across his furs, golden hair falling over his
skin, tanned from hours spent out in the training grounds. Thorin was so proud
of his eldest nephew. He had taken the burden of heir on his shoulders and
never let it become too heavy. He was loyal, gentle, and caring to everyone,
but especially those he loved most. He had an itch to prove himself and never
wanted for anything more than to live up to his noble title. Fíli, the Golden
Prince; the Lion of Erebor.
Thorin made a note to himself, when at a more appropriate time, to tell his
nephew how proud he was and how incredibly he had lived up to his Line. Thorin
was truly honored his nephew was more than willing to give him one of the most
precious parts of himself.
If he was indeed, still willing to give it. “Fíli, what troubles you? Are you
reconsidering?” Thorin kept his voice soft and pushed as much lust out of it as
possible.
Fíli sat up a little straighter and shook his head quickly, braids following
his motion. “No, no it’s not that,” Fíli was quick to assure him. “I want
nothing more,” he chewed at his lip and Thorin subconsciously reached out to
still the nervous habit. A tiny kiss was pressed to the pad of his thumb.
“I,” Fíli started but then seemed to reconsider his choice of words. “How do
you want to take me?”
Thorin’s pupils dilated. That was not what he was expecting. “I will have you
however you ask,” Thorin’s words was deep and luscious and rolled off of his
tongue so easily. Fíli breathed deeply for a moment. “If you are comfortable as
you are, I have no objections.”
Fíli let out a sigh and seemed to relax into the pillows. “You do not wish to
wrestle, then?”
Thorin lifted an eyebrow in amusement. “Do you want to wrestle me for
dominance?”
“No!” Fíli was immediate in his response. His face flushed brightly. “That’s a
match I don’t think I’d win,” he replied simply, feeling as if he needed to
explain his hasty shout.
“Perhaps,” Thorin mused, enjoying his nephew’s discomfort at the thought. “I
would not sell yourself short, yet,” he smirked as he slid onto the bed, a
bottle of oil in his hand that Fíli hadn’t even known he’d grabbed. Had his
uncle been planning this? And if he had, for how long?
Fíli didn’t have much time to dwell on it as Thorin slid over him, his body
seemingly so much larger now up close than it had been a few seconds ago. Fíli
tried to swallow his nerves. He wanted this, and if he appeared too tense his
uncle would mistake it for apprehension.
It felt a bit awkward, both of them just staring at each other. Fíli had no
idea where to put his hands; if he was even allowed to touch. Even in such an
intimate act, Fíli could not just simply forget Thorin was his king. He knew in
his mind he was allowed to touch Thorin, that just being here gave him
permission, but he was still unsure of himself.
“Mahal, Fíli,” Thorin broke the silence after a moment, “you are more beautiful
than all the gold in Erebor,” his words were almost a whisper, as if he himself
didn’t know he was saying them.
And with them, Fíli felt his resolution growing in his chest. That was the
highest compliment Thorin could have ever paid him; in terms of his appearance
at least. Fíli quickly sought out Thorin’s hair, tangling his fingers into the
thick strands before he could become nervous again. He pulled his uncle down
towards him, while bringing himself up.
With a little roughness, Fíli bumped his forehead against his uncle’s and
smiled happily at the familiar gesture in such an intimate moment. And like
that, all the pieces seemed to fall into place. He belonged here. Hewas the
gold his uncle coveted most.
“Please touch me, Uncle,” Fíli sighed as he rubbed his forehead against
Thorin’s, listening to the small groan that his words pulled from his uncle’s
throat.
Hands made their way down Fíli’s chest, making him arch under the touch.
Thorin’s skin was so hot against his own. He wanted to feel every inch of him.
Gently, Fíli lowered himself back to the pillows, his own hands sliding from
the side of his uncle’s head to cup his face. He bit his lip, chewing it as his
uncle’s hands dipped lower, rubbing slow circles over Fíli’s hip bones.
Fíli’s eyes remained locked with Thorin’s, just watching everything in them.
His stomach muscles flexed under Thorin’s hands as he pushed himself up a
little again. “Can I…” Fíli was unsure why he was so nervous about asking for
what he wanted. Perhaps because this was something more intimate. Touching
foreheads was saved for your close friends and family.
However, what Fíli wanted to ask for, wasn’t just given away as easily. You
could fuck without love. And he did not know what his uncle truly felt for him,
at least not in this new aspect of their lives.
“What is it, Fíli?” Thorin asked after a moment, his hands moving slowly over
the muscles in Fíli’s chest.
“Uncle, may I kiss you?” Fíli’s face tinted pink at his desire and Thorin
couldn’t help but smile at his shy request.
“Does this situation not imply that you may?” Thorin arched a brow at Fíli’s
expression. His nephew’s eyes darted away before looking back up at him.
“I wasn’t sure about the nature of this,” Fíli pulled a hand from Thorin’s face
and gestured between them.
“Fíli,” Thorin moved so he could wrap his fingers carefully around his nephew’s
wrist. “You are not some random dwarrow I pulled into my bed. You are here
because we both want it. If it pleases you to kiss me, then it pleases me to
let you.”
Fíli warm  from his uncle’s words and he quickly replaced his hand on his face.
Now that he had permission, Fíli wasted no time pulling Thorin down so he could
press their lips together. They felt so hot against his own and his heart beat
hard in his chest when his uncle’s hand began to slide lower and lower over his
body.
As Fíli was about to pull away, Thorin took his dick in one of his large hands,
his thumb swiping over the slit before smearing precum all over the head.
Fíli’s lips parted as he moaned and Thorin took the opportunity to slip his
tongue into his nephew’s mouth. Fíli stiffened against him but relaxed as he
melted into the pleasure his uncle was giving him.
He let Thorin’s tongue slide across his own, groaning into his mouth at the
feeling. His hands fell to his uncle’s shoulders, before they tangled into the
thick hair at the nape of his neck. Fíli’s hips bucked up into the fist now
wrapped around his erection, pumping him so teasingly slow.
A particular flick of Thorin’s wrist sent shivers down Fíli’s spine, causing
him to tug at his uncle’s hair without really thinking about it. Thorin growled
low in his throat and Fíli’s entire body felt overheated at the sound. His
uncle’s free hand grabbed the hair at the top of Fíli’s head and pulled him
away from his face. He listened to his nephew cry out from the pain, smirking
when it dropped off into a quiet moan as Thorin continued to work his cock. He
buried his face in the crook of Fíli’s neck, teeth scraping against his throat.
The feeling of Thorin’s teeth on his skin drove Fíli wild as he rutted up
against his uncle. “Please,” he managed to moan out, his eyes opening as his
hands began to roam over his Uncle’s back. He scratched his nails lightly
across the scarred skin as he began to pant. “Please, Uncle, I need to feel you
inside of me.”
Thorin nuzzled a little lower on Fíli’s neck, finding a place that would be
covered by his tunic, and sunk his teeth into the skin. It would only leave a
mark for several hours, but he wanted to see it on his nephew; mark him as
Thorin’s. His tongue soothed over the sensitive flesh as Fíli whined below him,
his nails scratching harder down his back.
Fíli reached for the bottle of oil that Thorin had set down beside him on the
bed. His fingers scrambled to pick it up and pull out the tiny cork. “Uncle,
give me your hand,” Fíli demanded, and Thorin would never be the one to deny
such a request. Without abandoning his task of putting tiny teeth marks in the
skin of Fíli’s shoulder, Thorin let go of his hair and brought his hand down to
hold out for his nephew.
Fíli quickly drizzled the oil all over his uncle’s fingers, careful to get as
little on his magnificent furs as possible. He coated the fingers liberally and
when Thorin pulled his hand away, he could almost feel its progress as it
disappeared from his view.
Thorin let go ofFíli’s dick, listening to the lusciously loud whine Fíli let
out from the lack of stimulation. He quickly rearranged his nephew’s legs,
putting him in a better position for what they were about to do.
Fíli shivered as he felt himself being exposed to his uncle. He felt
anticipation at what was to come next, but also anxious over whether it would
hurt. He let his knees fall a little wider and Thorin rumbled against his
throat, the vibrations tickling Fíli’s skin.  “That’s right. Spread your legs
for your uncle,” Thorin’s voice made Fíli drop his head to the pillow and
groan.
Even Thorin was capable of vulgarity when turned on.
His uncle finally pulled his face away from his skin so he could see what he
was doing. A fond smile tugged at his lips as his eyes took in Fíli’s little
pink hole, twitching in excitement. Knowing they had already wasted much of
their time, Thorin decided now wasn’t the moment to stare and fully appreciate
his nephew’s body. He had plenty of days left to do so and he made a mental
note to have Fíli find him at a better convenience, next time.
He let his finger circle the ring of muscle gently, just getting his nephew
used to the touch. Fíli tensed a little and groaned the minute his uncle began
to trace his entrance. It felt so strange but in such a wonderful way that had
his body tinging pink in arousal. “Please,” Fíli let out a shaky breath, his
hand sliding from Thorin’s hair to his face.
Thorin watched his nephew as he teased his rim just a little longer. When Fíli
thought he was going to burst from desire, Thorin finally positioned his middle
finger at his entrance, slipping the very tip of it inside Fíli’s body.
Fíli’s muscles instinctively clenched around the burn. He let out a hiss as his
uncle pressed his finger just a little bit deeper, his other hand rubbing over
Fíli’s hips.
“You need to relax for this to work, Fíli.” Thorin pressed his finger in slowly
up to his first knuckle, watching the tight hole stretch around the intrusion.
He moved his hand from his hip to his flagging erection, steadily stroking
Fíli’s cock back to attention.
That seemed to help and Thorin felt the muscle relax around his finger and he
began to gently move it. Little by little, Fíli’s body opened around the first
finger and Thorin was able to push the entire length inside of his nephew’s
body.
“More,” Fíli demanded, his voice soft but needy as he lightly rocked his hips
down on Thorin’s finger.
Thorin thumbed at Fíli’s slit, while he began to press the second finger into
his hole. He could feel Fíli’s body tighten instantly as he sucked in a breath
through his teeth. “Keep going,” he exhaled and tried to relax. His ass already
felt so full with only two of his uncle’s large fingers in him, and those
didn’t come anywhere close to how fat Thorin’s cock was.
The movement on his dick was helping to keep him from clenching too much around
the intrusion, and gradually Thorin was able to sink a second finger fully into
the tight heat. Working them in and out to help open his nephew for him. Thorin
debated whether or not to show Fíli why this pain was worth it, but decided he
wanted to be buried deep inside of his nephew’s body before he introduced Fíli
to the sensitive bundle of nerves inside his ass.
Thorin readied a third finger as he bent down, knowing this stretch was going
to need something more to take Fíli’s mind off the sting. As he began to insert
the finger, he took Fíli’s dick into his mouth, listening to the beautiful
sounds that came from his beautiful nephew.
“Ah…” Fíli pressed his hips up, groaning at the dual sensation of pain and
pleasure, “fuck.”
Thorin spread his fingers wide at his nephew’s curse, listening to the loud cry
of discomfort leave his lips. It was soon replaced by one of delight as Thorin
took the rest of his shaft into his mouth and down his throat with ease.
“Uncle, please,” Fíli gently tugged at Thorin’s hair. “Please, fuck me, I want
to feel your cock in me, please,” Fíli babbled as Thorin swallowed around
Fíli’s head. His free hand pointed towards the table where his nephew had
stowed the vial of oil, not stopping his task of stretching his ass wide open.
Even with the preparation, he’d still have a hard time taking Thorin’s cock.
Fíli scrambled for the oil and pressed it carefully into Thorin’s waiting hand.
His chest rose and fell quickly as he panted out another round of pleas and
filthy words. Thorin finally removed his lips from around his nephew’s shaft.
“You have a filthy mouth,” Thorin pulled his fingers from Fíli’s ass, watching
as it remained open for a second before clenching tight around the emptiness.
His nephew grunted at the loss of sensation, before he opened his mouth to
protest or beg for more. Thorin never found out what it was.
His fingers quickly shoved into Fíli’s mouth, making the words die in his
throat.
Fili’s face and ears flushed bright red as he realized where this hand had just
been. Thorin was making him suck on the fingers he used to stretch his hole
with. They tasted strongly of the oil that coated them and Fíli felt humiliated
as they rubbed over his tongue.
“See, I told you,” Thorin smiled smugly at him, pressing them a little further
back into his nephew’s throat. “Filthy mouth.” Fíli felt especially humiliated
when his cock twitched at the very thought of how his uncle enjoyed watching
him being forced to taste himself.
Thorin used his other hand to spread his nephew’s legs wider and he complied
easily. Fíli watched as his uncle took himself in his hand and guided his
erection to his entrance, pressing the blunt head of his cock against his rim.
Fíli let out a tiny little noise of need around the dirty fingers in his mouth.
Thorin took it as a sign to continue. He pushed into his nephew’s body,
breaching him as slowly as he could force himself to go.
Fíli moaned around Thorin’s fingers as they pressed even deeper into his mouth,
his uncle slowly beginning to fill both of his greedy holes. His ass felt like
it was on fire as the head moved past the tight ring of muscle, despite being
stretched only a minute before. The liberal amount of oil his uncle had coated
himself with aided the entry, but not enough to truly keep the pain from
radiating through his body.  
Once the fat head of his cock was fully inside his nephew, Thorin moved his
hand from his own shaft to wrap around Fíli’s, stroking it to keep it from
softening. It provided the needed stimulation for his nephew to keep his body
as relaxed as he could. The pleasure kept the automatic response to tense up
from the discomfort to a minimum.
Thorin made a soothing noise, but offered no words. Fíli wished he would. The
pain was almost too much to bear, but he was determined to take all of his
uncle; determined for his uncle to take the highest form of pleasure with his
body. Fíli let out a whine of distress, feeling Thorin deeper in him than his
fingers had been. He felt so full, so stretched, and he wondered how others
willingly did this, and often, if it hurt this much.
The fingers in his mouth glided across his tongue and Fíli couldn’t help
himself as he sucked on them, no longer caring where they had been. He was
desperate to feel some form of the pleasure that he had felt earlier.
As if he had voiced the thought out loud, Thorin stroked him quick and tight,
bringing Fíli’s attentions away from his stuffed hole and instead to his
dripping cock. His uncle thumbed the underside, toying with the sensitive nerve
underneath the head. Fíli could feel his body beginning to really relax with
each quiver of pleasure that shot through him.
He let out a sigh of relief once his uncle’s hips were flush against his own.
Fíli had managed to take his entire uncle’s length. Thorin was completely
inside of him, his dick stretching him open and claiming Fíli as his. He felt
an odd sense of accomplishment as he bobbed his head slightly around the
fingers in his mouth.
“There you go, that’s it,” Thorin offered a small smile down at his nephew, his
hand momentarily leaving Fíli’s member to pet down his chest. It rubbed at his
stomach twice before Thorin noticed the slight bump underneath his hand.
The feeling had him pausing, his hand just lingering over the slight swelling
of his nephew’s abdomen. Thorin shuddered in realization, his cock twitching
hard inside his nephew’s tight hole.
His uncle’s words were music to Fíli’s ears; close to the praise he always
desired from him. He arched a little under the gentle caress down his front,
reveling in the affectionate touch. When Thorin pressed down lightly on his
stomach, Fíli groaned noisily around the fingers that were gliding across his
tongue.
“Give me your hand, Fíli,” Thorin demanded, though his words lacked the tone of
a proper command. Fíli hastily submitted to the order, reaching out for his
uncle with his left hand, while his right still remained tangled in his thick
hair. Fíli wasn’t sure what Thorin was going to do with it, but the last thing
he expected was his uncle laying it over the spot on his stomach where his hand
had just been.
Fíli looked down at his uncle, his eyes questioning. Without preamble, Thorin
thrust his hips forward, just enough to move a little deeper in his nephew’s
body.
The noise Fíli made was one of sheer delight as he felt his uncle’s cock
distending his belly, pressing up against the palm of his hand.
The pain of being fucked so deep and the pleasure at knowing how far Thorin’s
dick was shoved inside of him made Fíli’s eyes fall shut. To hell with the
pain, he wanted to feel Thorin fuck him hard. He wanted to feel him spill his
seed deep inside of him. Fíli pulled his mouth off of Thorin’s fingers, already
missing the sensation of them tickling his throat.
“You’re so deep, Uncle,” Fíli groaned, his voice quiet as he pressed down on
his stomach, “Please, I want you to fill me with your seed.” Fíli bit his lip
as his uncle rolled his hips into him, “I need you to fuck me.”

Thorin wanted nothing more than to pound into that tight, clenching heat. But
he would not risk hurt to his nephew. Instead, he let his hips rock back and
forth, before gradually building up speed. As Fíli’s muscles began to relax and
get used to the intrusion, he started pulling his cock out an inch at a time,
before shoving it equally as slowly back into his nephew’s body.
As Fíli began to let out more noises of pleasure, rather than discomfort,
Thorin gripped his hips in one hand and took Fíli’s dick back in the other. He
couldn’t help but notice Fíli’s palm was still pressed against his stomach,
occasionally letting his fingers ghost over the bulge when Thorin’s cock would
thrust deep enough to move his belly. Thorin watched as he pushed them down
against his skin, massaging the small bump until the pressure from both
Thorin’s erection and his own fingers became too intense.
His eyes remained glued to the spot, just as Fíli’s hand did. The sight was
captivating; a testament to how much Fíli wanted his uncle and how much he was
willing to take to give him such pleasure. It was an unusual sensation for
Fíli, having his uncle buried so deep inside of him. It was uncomfortable, but
felt so insanely good at the same time. Just the thought of how big his uncle’s
cock was, and how his body was beginning to eagerly take his entire length was
enough to make Fíli dizzy.
He could feel his hole loosening around Thorin’s member. When he no longer felt
pain and only the faint discomfort of being full, he finally decided he’d had
enough of his uncle’s gentle and tentative thrusts.
Fíli had vastly appreciated Thorin for taking his time and not hurting him or
ruining the experience for him, but his body was ready now; hole opened around
the dick in his ass. Now he wanted his uncle to fuck him hard and fast.
Fíli began to rock his hips down, succeeding in eventually drawing Thorin’s
attention away from his distended belly. “Uncle, please. I want you to fuck me
raw,” Fíli’s voice was needy and demanding, and the low grumble from Thorin
made Fíli’s erection jump. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can still feel your
cock in my ass tomorrow.”
“Remind me to punish you for that little whore mouth of yours, later,” Thorin
growled, letting go of Fíli’s shaft to grab his hips.
“Yes, Uncle,” Fíli’s eyes fell half lidded, threatening to shut as Thorin began
to thrust a little harder. He continued the pace, still hesitant that his
nephew was not ready for such a rough treatment. When Fíli realized he wasn’t
going to speed up, he scowled as his hand threaded into Thorin’s hair. “I am
not going to break,” Fíli huffed as he snapped his hips downward just as Thorin
had pulled out halfway. His body took the entire length quite easily and the
burn was almost perfect.
“Can’t you feel that? My hole swallowing you so nicely? Please, tear me in two,
Uncle.”
The feeling of Fíli’s rim stretched around him and taking him back in so
quickly, combined with his nephew’s filthy words, were enough to shred the last
remainder of Thorin’s resolve.
“You want to be fucked like a whore?” Thorin snarled down at his nephew and
Fíli nodded, letting a small “please” fall from his lips.
“Then so be it.”
Thorin’s voice was as cold as stone and Fíli felt a flash of anxiety as his
uncle gripped his hips tight; painfully tight.
Fíli had never and would never fuck a whore, but he had stumbled upon a moment
once or twice in a tavern that he should not have seen. He could still recall
the way he had seen the dwarrows rutting into their whores, making them scream
louder than anything Fíli had ever heard. Except perhaps for when Kíli didn’t
get his way. It had not looked pleasurable at all.
Thorin lifted his hips with an ease Fíli felt should be impossible, his blood
turning to ice at the sheer display of strength and power.
In a flurry of movement and motion that left Fíli dizzy and confused, Thorin
rolled them so that he was on top of his nephew, his cock still seated fully
inside of his body. Without giving Fíli the time to recover, Thorin moved to
his knees and pulled Fíli’s hips up into the air, leaving his upper half of his
body still flush against the bed.
He looked every bit the perfect picture of a whore with his face buried in the
pillows and his rim stretched obscenely around Thorn’s fat cock. Thorin
couldn’t help but smile at how puffy and red it was, abused already before they
had really even started. He had not intended to turn Fíli’s first time into
this, but if his nephew insisted on acting like a slut, then Thorin would treat
him like one.
Who would have guessed the proud Crown Prince would want to be taken so crudely
as if he were worth less than that of a common dwarrow in any tavern or bar. A
hand fisted tight in his golden hair, wrenching his head from the pillows.

“Does that please you, then, your highness?” Thorin sneered out the last words,
making Fíli tremble with a craving he had never felt before.
Thorin yanked Fíli’s hair when his nephew didn’t answer him.
“Yes!” Fíli cried out, his hips slamming back against Thorin’s. “Yes, it
pleases me!”
A hard slap landed on the flesh of his ass and Fíli screamed, the noise echoing
off the walls. “You are not here to be pleased,” Thorin smacked Fíli’s ass
again, this time on the other cheek, watching the print of his hand blossom on
each side. “You are here to please me, you little slut.”
Thorin’s commanding voice went straight to Fíli’s heavy dick and he thought to
himself that there was nowhere in all the lands that he would rather be right
now. He wanted a rough romp with his uncle but he hadn’t known that he would
take such pleasure in this demoralizing treatment. It burned and coiled deep in
his gut, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his entire body. His skin
tingled and felt so sensitive with every brush of Thorin’s skin against his. He
loved this; needed this.
Fíli couldn’t help himself as he spread his legs even more, feeling a deep
shame when his uncle laughed cruelly at his eagerness. “There you go spreading
your legs again. You truly do make a great whore.” Fíli groaned at his uncle’s
words, tensing when Thorin’s hand reached around his hip and grasped his
erection. A steady string of precum was leaking down onto the furs, making a
mess out of the expensive blankets.
“Look at that,” Thorin leaned forward, driving in and out of his nephew’s body
harshly. “So wet and hard for your own uncle.” Biting at the shell of Fíli’s
ear, Thorin slammed his cock hard into Fíli’s hole, listening to the wail his
nephew made.
“Now be a good little slut and fuck yourself on your uncle’s cock.”
Fíli wasted no time in pulling his hips forward as far as he could, before
slamming them back into his uncle’s, taking him deep inside once more. He
quickly repeated the motion, limited from the position Thorin forced him to
keep.
Fíli did his best to set a pace for them, but it was not the speed that either
of them wanted. He wanted Thorin to really give it to him. He wanted to wake up
in the morning and still feel his hole loose and opened from his uncle.
The hand on his hip let go and Fíli had just a little more range of motion. He
circled his hips before rocking them up and down, trying to pull his ass off
his uncle’s dick as far and as fast he could, shoving it all back in just as
quickly.
He felt the pad of Thorin’s thumb tracing his rim and the sensation sent
tingles up his spine and made him double his efforts. He guided one down
between his legs and wrapped his fingers around his neglected erection. Fast as
lightning, a hand smacked him rough across the ass. “What did I just say?”
Another slap had Fíli crying out and taking his hand away from his own member,
whimpering at the loss of pleasure as the slap stung against his skin. The
thumb returned to the rim, toying with it as Fíli started to rock his body back
and forth on his uncle’s cock again.
When Thorin slipped the finger into Fíli’s hole, he listened to the beautiful
whimper of his nephew, watching as his cheeks already pink with exertion
blushed even deeper. “I thought your slutty little hole couldn’t possibly take
any more, but it seems I was wrong,” Thorin sneered as he caught his thumb on
Fíli’s entrance, finally beginning to thrust into his nephew once more. Fíli
wailed at the new pain, but he couldn’t complain long because Thorin finally
started to fuck him properly.
“Uncle,” Fíli tried to tilt his head to the side so he could see Thorin over
his shoulder. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me so bad.” Fíli made a pleased little
noise as Thorin’s thrusts began to quicken. “I’ve thought about this so many
times and I-“
The fist in his hair tightened and yanked his head back so hard that his spine
curved to keep his neck from being injured. Fíli yelped in surprise, but it
quickly turned into a tiny whine as the position forced Thorin’s cock upward
almost painfully against his walls.
“You’ve thought about this?” Thorin’s voice sounded disbelieving, his hips
stilling, despite Fíli’s protest for him to keep moving.

Cheeks turned even brighter red and the blush rapidly spread over Fíli’s face
and ears. “I..” he chewed his lower lip, noticing how raw it felt from the
continuous abuse today. “I may have,” he mumbled out, earning him yet another
rough tug.
“If you’re going to speak like you have a dick in your mouth, I’ll be happy to
arrange that for you.”
“I’m sorry!” Fíli cried out, tears beginning to prickle at the corner of his
eyes from the strain of the angle he was in. The pain only intensified when
Thorin snapped his hips rough into his body several times.
Yes. Mahal, yes. This was what Fíli wanted.
To be treated like a whore; like a common wench in the tavern. Not like the
golden prince of Erebor.
Thorin let go of Fíli’s hair and watched with a satisfied smile as Fíli’s head
hit the pillows with a little “whump”. Fíli panted against the bed, basking in
the feeling of Thorin moving in and out of his body. His hole clenched around
the thick crown as his uncle pulled himself almost all of the way out. “I asked
you a question,” Thorin growled down at him, his hips coming to a halt.
Fíli moaned at the loss of movement and turned his head so he wasn’t muttering
into the pillows. That would be sure to earn him a spank to his already red and
tender ass.
“Yes. I have,” he tried to speak clearly. “Many times. At night after Kíli has
gone to bed. I’ll think about your cock, Uncle. And when he’s asleep,” Fíli
swallowed hard, his body shuddering and begging Thorin to move again. “I’ll
touch myself to the thought of you claiming me.”
Thorin rumbled low in his throat and shoved his cock back into his nephew’s
eager and twitching hole, but that was all he gave and Fíli knew he was being
prompted for more information.
“The first time I spilled my seed in my sleep was to dreams of you, Uncle,”
Fíli rasped out as he circled his hips, enticing his uncle to finish them. He
knew they were running low on time, even if the king set the time in Erebor.
Thorin could never truly be late.
Fili ground his ass back against his uncle’s hips and smiled when Thorin
gripped him tight, bruising his skin with his fingertips. His uncle began to
pound into him harder than he had yet done and Fíli howled beneath him from the
powerful blend of pleasure and pain. He pressed his hips up and tried to meet
each of his uncle’s thrusts, more than ready now to come.
Thorin smirked down at his nephew, so needy and desperate. It seemed now was
the perfect time to show him why being on the receiving end could often be
better than on the giving.
He let his thumb fall from his nephew’s abused hole and reached around him to
grip the base of his cock, holding his fingers tight around the shaft. Fíli
whined under him at being denied the friction he thought he was going to
receive. He almost considered begging, but every thought cleared away from his
mind when Thorin tilted his hips. The head of his uncle’s dick touched
something inside of him that made Fíli scream so loud Thorin thought the whole
kingdom of Erebor would be able to hear his deflowering.
When Thorin stroked over the same area, Fíli’s stones drew tight against his
body. He was sure he was going to come, but the fingers around his erection
stopped his orgasm from happening and he wailed in his desperation. The
blinding waves of pleasure from whatever his uncle was doing to him burned
through his entire being, rendering him an incoherent, pleading mess on the
bed. He could do nothing as his uncle continued to thrust himself into that
spot, while Fíli howled uselessly against the pillow.

Perhaps this is why the whores in the tavern were screaming so loudly. It was
unlike any pleasure Fíli had ever felt before.
“Uncle, please!” Fíli wrapped his own fingers around his member, stroking as
quick as Thorin’s thrusts were. But his uncle did not relent his hold on his
cock. Grunting, he began to thrust even harder and faster, watching as his
nephew’s orgasm was once again denied from him. Fíli’s face was quite a
handsome shade of red in his efforts to come. It was almost charming how
breathless he was from his loud, continuous string of pleas.
“I need to come, Thorin, please!” Fíli begged hopelessly as his uncle continued
to use his body for his own pleasure. “Mahal, Uncle,” Fíli slumped even further
on the bed. His body trembled all over as he listened to the wet sounds of his
asshole being fucked wide open, the sound of his uncle’s balls slapping against
his own, drawn tight and hard against his body, the low grunts Thorin made as
he slid in and out of Fíli’s loose hole.
Fíli placed his hand over his stomach, feeling the way each shove of his
uncle’s hips drove Thorin’s cock deep, distending his belly out obscenely.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Fíli made a note to put himself in a
position where he could watch next time. He put pressure on his swollen stomach
as the bump shoved against his hand over and over. How would it feel to have
Thorin spend his seed so deep in his body? The thought of it drove Fíli even
wilder.
Time seemed to drag on before Thorin finally took pity on his nephew, watching
as yet another orgasm was staved off by his fingers tight around his shaft.
Fíli writhed underneath him, Thorin’s name spilling from is lips in different
forms of pleads and reveries, saying anything he could think of to be given
permission.
His fingers finally let go of his dick. Once his hand moved away, Thorin thrust
no more than twice into that sensitive spot in Fili’s body, before his nephew
screamed so loud that his throat would be as raw as his ass. His body gave a
massive jerk forward as his cock spurted his seed over the fine furs on his
bed.
Fíli’s vision went white and his entire body tried to collapse under the weight
of his uncle and the intensity of his release. If it weren’t for his Thorin’s
quick grasp around his waist he would have fallen to the bed, boneless and
rubbed raw like an exposed nerve.
The feeling of Fíli’s hole clenching around his cock made Thorin drive even
harder into his nephew’s oversensitive and pliant body, keeping him held up by
his hips.
He had said he wanted to be fucked like a whore. If a whore came first, then
that was their problem. Fíli would have to learn that the hard way.
Each push into Fíli’s abused and swollen gland had him crying out, his fingers
of his right hand gripping and tangling in the furs, trying to find purchase.
His left still remained on his distended belly, endlessly amazed by the bulge
his uncle’s cock made in his stomach.
His uncle took his softened member in his hand, stroking over the
hypersensitive skin. The two overstimulating sensations had Fíli nearly sobbing
into the furs. But he loved the way it made him feel. Thorin was continuing to
fuck him raw, using his body exactly how he pleased. He felt debauched and like
a toy for him; like just another hole to misuse. And he loved it to his core,
pleasure mingling with the pain in a near euphoric feeling that was almost as
wonderful as his orgasm had been.
Here, in Thorin’s chambers, he could stop being the Crown Prince for an hour or
two. He could enjoy his uncle and his king as just his nephew, just Fíli, son
of Dís. Nothing in his life had ever felt or tasted as sweet as the freedom he
felt melting underneath his uncle’s treatment.
With a loud growl, Thorin pressed his chest down against Fíli’s back, fucking
him as deep as he could get himself. Fíli knew he must be close, and with a
grunt and three thrusts, Fíli felt his uncle spill his seed deep inside of him,
the warm fluid filling his body in wave after hot wave of sticky come.
Fíli felt almost ashamed when he came again. His cock dribbled weakly onto the
furs, unable to give any more than that. 
Hot breaths ghosted across Fíli’s neck as Thorin nuzzled into his hair, his
hand tracing softly down Fíli’s chest. Fingers found Fíli’s hand still pressed
against his stomach and to Fíli’s surprise and intense pleasure, Thorin
intertwined his nephew’s fingers with his own.
Fíli had not expected this kind of treatment afterward. He was sure his uncle
would slip out of his body and be out of the bed as quick as he could. He had
said that he was going to fuck him like a whore. Surely whores were not paid
this amount of affectionate attention after they were done being used.
But Fíli would not argue or complain. Every gentle caress and touch his uncle
had offered him was like a gift from the Valar; gifts that he would treasure
forever, deep inside of himself.
Soft kisses were placed along Fíli’s neck before more followed in their wake,
trailing down Fíli’s spine as far as Thorin could bend. Each tremor and shudder
of his nephew’s body under his own, every hitch of his breath and the tiny
pleasures he gave to Fíli were unlike any other he had felt or heard. Thorin
wanted to feel them for an eternity.
And that would still not be nearly enough.
With a bit of reluctance, Thorin let his softened cock slip from Fíli’s body.
The grunt he received from his nephew at the odd feeling of being empty made
him smirk. After feeling so full for so long, Fíli was unsure how he felt about
the way his hole still remained open, clenching around nothing in its
desperation to be stuffed full again.
Thorin stared at his nephew’s ass, watching some of his seed beginning to drip
out of his red entrance and over Fíli’s stones. Fingers scooped up the come,
shoving it back inside of his nephew’s body. Fíli moaned into the furs as the
fingers entered him, pushing Thorin’s seed back inside his messy hole. Thorin’s
free hand rubbed over his hip and back, soothing over the bruises he left and
patting at his flank like Fíli was some kind of animal. Again Thorin’s come
spilled out of his body and again Thorin shoved it back inside.
Fíli bathed in the feeling of humiliation when his dick tried to twitch at the
feeling of his uncle continuously pushing his seed back into his body; as if it
was always meant to be there inside of him.  He couldn’t deny that he loved the
way he felt claimed as Thorin shoved his come covered fingers back into his
sloppy hole, fingering his loose ass in amusement. Fíli did not think it was
possible to get hard again so soon, but his body did give a valiant try when
Thorin stroked over the swollen bundle of nerves in his body. Fíli cried out
but made no move to stop his uncle, even when it became too much.  
He would take anything his uncle wanted to give him.
They both felt as though they could continue this game until they were ready to
go another round; ready for Thorin to once again spill inside of Fíli’s tight
heat.
Thorin finally pulled away from his nephew’s intoxicating body, wishing he
could postpone the council that would be far less interesting than seeing just
how far he could push his nephew and just how much of his seed he could force
Fíli’s tight little ass to take.
Fíli felt wetness dripping over his balls and down his thighs as his uncle
finally moved away. Without his uncle’s support to hold him up, Fíli collapsed
onto the bed, grimacing at the cold and sticky fluid rubbing against his
stomach from where he had spent himself earlier.
Thorin would need new furs to line his bed while these were washed.
Fíli felt his uncle get up from the bed and he quickly rolled himself onto his
back, a quiet groan leaving his throat at the feeling of his uncle’s seed
spurting from his hole and rolling down the inside of his legs.
Thorin smirked from where he was standing.
“When may I see you again?” Fíli decided to be bold instead of playing coy. His
hand ran down his chest and stomach, lazily playing with the sweat matted curls
of his body hair.
“Perhaps later,” Thorin answered after a moment of thought. “If you can
convince your little imp of a brother to go to bed before I fall asleep.”
Fíli smirked at the jest to Kíli. He was quite the imp, and everyone knew. “I
make you no promises I cannot keep,” Fíli grinned languidly, still bathing in
the afterglow of the entire afternoon. “I don’t think I have met another
dwarrow who hated sleeping more than he,” Fíli couldn’t help but laugh as a
picture of his brother kicking and shouting, no doubt from his inevitable
tiredness, entered his mind.
The noise was like pure gold, bouncing off the stone walls and echoing in the
chambers. Thorin’s heart swelled at the happy sound. He couldn’t keep his own
smile from tugging at his lips and he shook his head, no doubt picturing the
same image that Fíli was.
“I will leave you a key to my chambers,” Thorin cleared his throat as he rifled
through his things, before finding what he was seeking. He dropped the heavy
golden key onto the bedside table before stopping in front of his nephew. “I
must take my leave now, I still need to bathe and dress before council. You may
choose to stay or leave,” he shuffled a bit in front of his nephew, feeling all
too aware that he had not done this in many, many moons. “I have no intentions
of kicking you out of my bed,” he once again cleared his throat, his attempt at
making it clear to Fíli what he wanted from his nephew.
“It is as much mine as it is yours, now.”
Fíli could have sworn he saw a faint tinge of pink paint his uncle’s cheeks and
his eyes narrowed as his lips pulled into a smirk.
“And to think I, of all dwarrows, would get to see the great Thorin
Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, blushing like a young maiden,” Fíli
couldn’t help teasing his uncle, it was a rare opportunity that he would never
forgive himself if he passed up. “I must be blessed by the Creator to witness
such a rare and extraordinary sight.”
A smack came down on his belly and Fíli yelped loudly in his surprise.
“If you insist on using your smart mouth for such insults,” Thorin snarled down
at his nephew, “I will cancel my council and find a better use for it
myself.”  
“Is that a threat or a promise?” Fíli arched an eyebrow, cocking his face to
the side with a smug little smirk on his lips. His fingers twirled absently at
the bead of his mustache between two fingers as he challenged his uncle, no
trace of hesitancy or concern for his words at all.
Thorin gave his own smirk, bringing his hand up to cup Fíli’s cheek before
giving it a few gentle pats. “I make you no promises I cannot keep.”
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