The king let out a choked gasp when the hobbit pushed into him, and once his body had gotten used to the feeling of being invaded again, he pushed his hips back to signal that he was ready. The slow pace drew a half desperate moan from Thorins throat and the dwarf quickly stuffed a fist into his mouth to muffle the sounds that he knew were going to be pulled from him. It was a little known fact that he got very vocal in bed with the right partners, and these were certainly the right partners.<br/><br/>When his nephew switched his full attention to his aching cock Thorin nearly keened in his pleasure, not sure if he wanted to buck up twored his heirs mouth or back into the hobbit to make him speed up. Panting around his hand, the king dug his other hand into his nephews hair for an anchor, his hips trembling as Fili took him in to the base. It was near torture, and slowly his lust and pleasure fogged mind was grasping the thought that maybe they were doing it on purpose.