Becoming Omega

Spring

When Princess Dis finally arrived, Thorin, the Princes, the council, and the rest of the Company were there to greet her. By Thorin's side, was Bilbo, with Alfrid his constant shadow. The Omega hung back, watching the greeting, feeling himself smile at the warm exchange between his Alphas and their mother, and sister respectively.

After greeting the Company, Dis took one look at Bilbo, and her eyes went cold.

Alfrid's eyes narrowed, and he watched her as she politely greeted Bilbo, who in his nervousness around an unknown Alpha, either missed it, or subconsciously knew something wasn't right because his response was a stuttered one. A glance told the man that he wasn't the only one, Thorin was frowning, Kili and Fili were having some kind of silent conversation between them, he doesn't get a chance to look at the rest of the Company's reaction as Thorin suddenly spoke.

"Come," Thorin brought his sister close to him, "your room is ready for you, I'm sure you're tired from such a journey."

Dis's expression warmed, playfully she bumped her hip against her brother's. "I actually enjoyed sleeping underneath the stars."

Chuckling, Thorin escorted his sister away, the Company, Fili, and Kili beside them, and council behind.

"Bilbo?" Ori stopped, and called over his shoulder, "coming?"

Smiling, Bilbo shook his head, "No, it's fine." He then added when the other Omega frowned.

Giving one last smile, he then left, Alfrid behind him.

~.~

When you have royalty attached to your name, you met people with less than noble intentions, those who hope to gain favor at best and snatching the power you hold at worst. Even after being driven from their home, those people still kept coming.

Her family's name was a powerful one, for better or worse.

People were people, after all, Dis cannot even count how many times she, her brother, sons, and other kin had run off some ill intent noble or other who sought to use the family name to gain status.

Omegas were no exception.

Rare though it was, it still happened. So imagine her surprise when she received letters about a little Omega some weeks after the mountain had been reclaimed for good. This Bilbo, who according to her kin and Company, was the sweetest thing in the world, and she would no doubt love him once she finally met him.

Dis immediately felt suspicious.

For one thing, she did not know what a Hobbit was, the other was the fact that the Omega had joined the Company's at the time, dangerous quest, and then stayed afterward. There was also the fact that every time they happened to stumble across each other or had a moment to hold a conversation, the Omega scurried off at a moment's chance. Sometimes the man, called Alfrid, helped.

"He's up to something."

Thorin looked up from the documents to Dis, the princess was seated across from him. Her book was opened, the latest chapter unread. One of her fingers tapping in an almost thoughtful rhythm on the desk. Dwalin who had been lightly dozing against the king blinked lazily at her.

"Who's hiding?" Thorin asked.

"That Hobbit."

Thorin pushed the documents aside, "You mean Bilbo?"

Dis nodded, "Surely you've noticed how he runs from me."

Dwalin yawned as he straightened up, "Nah, that's just how he is with new Alphas."

"Though you don't make it easy," Thorin pointed out.

Dis gave her brother a look, "I'm polite."

"We've seen you polite," Dwalin snorted, "and how you are around Bilbo isn't polite."

Dis huffed, a little miff that her cousin had pointed her out, "Still-"

"There's no need to be suspicious of Bilbo, sister." Thorin interrupted, "he's just not comfortable around new Alphas, give it time."

" And why is that?" Dis's eyes narrowed.

No Omega, of any race, had any reason to be so nervous around another Alpha. Wary, yes, but not like this.

Dwalin and Thorin glanced at each other, which did nothing to ease their kin's doubts, finally, Thorin spoke.

"It's not our story to tell."

And it wasn't really. Gandalf had only told them because they had been traveling together and not knowing could have resulted in a lot more misunderstandings and potential injures between the Company and Bilbo. Elrond knew because Bilbo nearly stabbed him and they had to explain why not to mention he was a renounced Healer aside from Thranduil, so Gandalf had hoped the Elf could help somehow. When people started coming into the mountain, Thorin and Gandalf had made it their mission to ensure that everyone knew better than to startle Bilbo especially Alphas. The people didn't know why, and they didn't ask, just followed the order as best as possible.

"Perhaps it should be," Dis said after a moment and is startled at the look her brother and cousin gave her.

It was the same look that is usually reserved for those who were a threat to the family.

"Sister," Thorin's tone held a touch of warning, "I understand your suspicions, but Bilbo is not like the others."

Dis didn't back down, stubbornly pushing forward, a sometimes unfortunate trait within the Dwarven race. "You've thought that before, and look how that turned out."

Thorin inwardly sighed, while Dwalin winced. Cay was still a sore subject despite all these years, mostly for his sibling, and the guilt that went with it is most likely keeping her so…stubborn about Bilbo.

"What happened with Cay was not good, I'll admit, but Bilbo is not Cay. He's the furthest from him as can be, please, all I ask is that you be patient, and if the opportunity comes, sit down with Bilbo and talk to him with an open mind."

~.~

Apparently, her youngest was going to be living with Elves.

"And your Uncle agreed to this?" Dis asked surprised.

Kili nodded, looking one part nervous, and one part proud.

"Huh."

When she found out about what her brother was doing with the Council she had been surprised, she never thought her sibling would be so…open, especially after Smaug, and Thranduil. She herself held bitterness towards the Elven King, it had softened but was still there.

"Actually," Kili continued, bouncing a bit on his feet, "Bilbo helped."

"He…did?" Dis blinked.

"Yep!" Kili chirped, eager to get his mother to see Bilbo in a good light, "It was actually his suggestion. He heard about Uncle looking to fill the Council, and the best way to go about it."

Well, according to Thorin it was more of a question born out of curiosity, but details.

"Truly?" Dis hummed thoughtfully.

Well, wasn't that something.

~.~

"Ah, Mister Bilbo."

Bilbo stopped and looked over his shoulder, upon seeing that it was Dis, his expression went wary. Alfrid watched the princess carefully.

"May I have a word?" Dis smiled, ignoring the Omega's expression.

"A-Ah," Bilbo stuttered, looking everywhere but at the Alpha.

The princess frowned though it's quickly covered up by a polite smile, "I was wondering if you would like to have tea with me?"

"O-O-Oh." Fidgeting with his fingers, "E-Erm, t-that's-well-" Bilbo trailed off.

Dis waited.

Every person she's talked to about Bilbo had nothing but praises for the Omega, even the old councilmen. That was great and all, but she still wanted to talk to him for herself, after all it's easy to fake being friendly. Yes, her brother told her to keep an open mind, but it's hard to do so with the Omega currently stuttering about. She was beginning to wonder if her worries were unfounded, or if she had cause to worry.

"Perhaps another time!" Bilbo finally blurted out, startling not only Dis but Alfrid.

"Beg your pardon?" Dis blinked.

Bilbo doesn't answer, instead, he whirled around and started hurrying away, Alfrid quick to follow.

"Just a minute!" Confused, and a bit angry, Dis followed, easily catching up. Her hand touched the Omega's shoulder, "What do-"

Years of experience had the Alpha jumping back, avoiding the sword, her hands going to her dagger that she always kept on her, Dis snarled. Bilbo's shoulder tense and he shifted his position.

"How dare you!" Dis growled.

Suddenly Alfred is between them, teeth bared, no weapon is drawn; but that doesn't ease Dis.

None of them are sure how they feel when Gloin suddenly rounds the corner.

~.~

"She smells like a Breeder."

Thorin frowned, not understanding, and more worried than he previously was.

In the chair, looking small,smelling nervous, and afraid. Bilbo gripped Ori's hand tightly. Thorin wanted to comfort the Omega, to nuzzle and Tuck, but he didn't, couldn't. He was king, and a member of the royal family had been attacked. Granted he knew Bilbo didn't do in on purpose, experience told him that it's a good chance that Bilbo had been startled, however, given his sister's behavior lately, he needed to know why, so he could fix this. He also hoped Balin and his nephews could keep Dis away from here for as long as possible, Alfrid was hovering in the corner, having moved when Ori had arrived after Thorin had sent for him upon seeing the state Bilbo had been in.

"Do Hobbit Alphas smell different from Dwarves?" He asked, voice gentle.

Bilbo's brows furrowed as he thought on how to answer the question, "Erm, no? I mean, you smell the same. But-the Breeders' smell is stronger, and um, it smells like when you and Dwalin spar."

"He can't mean sweaty."

".…Bilbo,"Ori said after a thoughtful moment to himself, "could you mean aggressive or maybe hostile?"

The Omega titled his head, "Is that it?"

"Ori?"

Ori turned his attention to the King, "It's the only logical conclusion, from what we know about the Breeders in Hobbiton, they were aggressive and violent. Which is always evident during sparring sessions, however, Princess Dis was never violent around Bilbo, correct?"

Here he asked Alfrid and Bilbo, who both confirmed.

"So, eliminating violence means that leaves aggression, and we both how the Princess has been regarding Bilbo."

Thorin….couldn't find fault with it, for it was true. And while he was aware of his sister scent changing whenever they spoke of Bilbo, it also smelled concerned, because his sister meant well. And she had validated reasons, it doesn't excuse her nor himself however. He held much of the blame, he should have done more than tell his sister to have patience; especially when she can be as stubborn as him. Should have spoken to Bilbo, something. Made time out of his busy schedule or had one of the members of the Company do it. Anything that could have prevented this mess.

"Bilbo," Thorin stood, he went over and kneeled before the Omega, relieved when Bilbo didn't flinch away.

"Dis, my sister." Here Thorin paused, trying to figure out how to explain to the Omega, "when we were forced to leave our home, we meet people who were….less than kind, and their intentions less so. Some of them, were Omegas."

Here Bilbo's eyes widen, "Omegas can be bad?" Bilbo's tone gave the expression that it never occurred to him that Omega's being bad was a thing, no one in the room could blame him considering the Alphas, and Betas, now that Thorin thought about it, he had to deal with before they came along.

"Yes," Thorin confirmed with a small smile, "Omegas can be bad, and because of those bad Omegas, and because you are essentially a stranger to her, Dis….became protective. I have no doubt she meant any true harm, just wanted to make sure you weren't a bad Omega, and she wasn't aware of how you felt about Alphas, a fault that is mine. I should have told her everything, and for that, I apologize."

~.~

It's a little startling to see the rest of the Company following in behind her brother.

When everyone had settled down, and she told her side of the story, Thorin took her hand, and with a deep sigh, told her the story of Hobbiton.

~.~

"I've made a mistake."

"We both have."

~.~

It took a long time for everything to settle down, but it did. Dis and Bilbo weren't by any means friends, but it didn't mean they couldn't be. Either way, it seem to lift the mood within the mountain, a mood that none of the Company had noticed until the incident had happened. And with the lifted mood, the Welcoming Party for the returning people of Erebor was underway.

"Oh, this is heavenly!" Bombur sighed happily.

Smiling, Bilbo turned his attention to the other taste tester which consisted of the kitchen staff; a mixture of Dwarf, Elf, Men, and Alfrid.

"Oh, this chicken is to die for!"

"I want the recipe for this pie!"

"I don't know what this is, but I love it!"

Pleased, Bilbo went over to the last item cooking, it was his father's old recipe and before….everything happened, it had been the hit at every function in Hobbiton. Hopefully, it would be at the celebration.

"Ah, Bilbo, there you are!"

Placing the pan down to cool, Bilbo looked over his shoulder, it was Dori.

"I was wondering if you had time to take a look at the Hall."

Plating the meat, Bilbo tilted his head, "Is something wrong?"

"No," Dori shook his head, "just wanted your opinion."

"Oh, that's not a problem. Just let me finish up here."

Nodding, Dori left. Bilbo finished up and served the food. After discovering that Dwarves weren't too fond of spicy things, and promising to show how to twink it later. Bilbo left Bombur with the written recipes and headed to the Hall with Alfrid.

"Dori!"

Waving the Omega over, Dori thanked the worker, before leading him to a table with varied items on them.

"Alright, so these are the items I have chosen for decoration. What do you think?"

Bilbo hummed thoughtfully, honestly, he's never done decoration before; mainly because he was too young at the time to help and afterward was well….he didn't want to think about it.

"I'm not sure I can help you with this," the Omega told the Dwarf, " I don't have much experience."

"That's alright," Dori reassured, "just tell me what you think? Would any of this go with the celebration?"

"Would go with the celebration?" Tilting his head, Bilbo thought about it.

The Welcoming Celebration was not just for the Dwarves, it was for the people of Dale and a thank you to them, and the Mirkwood Elves. Unknown to Bilbo, the last part had been a reluctant add on from the Council members, and if they weren't on thin ice with Thorin, probably would have vetoed the suggestion made by Fili. Keeping the fact that Dale and Mirkwood would be joining them in mind and from what he knew about the people from talking to them during their stay in the mountain, the Omega spoke.

"These utensils are too much, I think if you have something a little simpler like just gold or silver would be good."

"Oh?"

Behind the two, Alfrid listened, around them, nearby workers paused to also listen.

"W-Well," Bilbo stuttered nervously, "a majority of the people of Dale, have never seen anything so extravagance, even now with the mountain such a mess. And I think it would overwhelm them. And well, the Elves would be at ease with something….lesser, after all, greed is why Erebor had been lost."

"A little blunt, but no less true." Dori thought, a little amused, "I suppose you have a point, then what about the colors for the Hall?"

And that's how it went for the next hour and thirty minutes, Dori asking questions, and Bilbo answering with insightful bluntness. By the time Ori came to fetch the other Omega, Dori was already ordering workers to implement the new changes.

"Master Bilbo would make a good host." Dori overheard one of the workers say.

When he informed Thorin of this, the Alpha's expression went thoughtful.

~.~

The Grand Hall had been the less damaged area. Smaug preferring the treasure room than anywhere else. Now, it was bright with hanging lanterns that seem to shine like star-light. The columns were wrapped with soft blues and silvers. Rather simple, but the guests found it grand.

Seeing the Grand Hall, renewed and lively, filled Thorin with a warmth that hadn't been felt in a long time.

"Oh."

Looking at his sister on his arm, he found her looking at everything with eyes shining with unshed tears, and numerous emotions, behind them, Fili and Kili were whispering to each other excitedly, Thorin picked up them pointing out some of the decoration they could see. Reaching over, Thorin squeezed her hand. Dis smiled at her brother, and together they walked through the large open door, Fili and Kili following behind.

The people of Erebor bowed before the Royal family as they made their way to the elegantly designed chairs, where eleven of the Company were seated, having been announced before them. Once seated, the signal was given and the celebration began.

Thorin, his kin, and the Company watched from their seats as the people, Dwarf, Elf, and Men, mingled with each other, some coming up to pay respects, and praises. Some had even offered gifts, the later Nori seemed to find amusing.

The low murmurs of voices stopped at the loud thud of the announcer's staff, indicating that a new guest had arrived.

"King Bard of Dale!"

Thorin stood as Bard and his family made their way over, a smile on his face. The clothing they wore, bore remembrance of the Dale of old, but also something more, something new. Something like a promise for a brighter future. Upon his head, the crown, sparkling gold with jewels each designed to represent Dale, Erebor, and Mirkwood brought out a regal bearing in Bard. A regal bearing that many of the people gazed upon with awe.

Bowing his head as they bowed at the waist before him, Thorin couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like had Smaug not destroyed their home.

"Welcome Bard, King of Dale, you and your family."

Thorin doesn't raise his voice, but it seemed to echo around the now quiet and watching room.

"Thank you for the invitation," Bard straightened up, "Erebor has grown much since the last I was here."

"Yes, and I have you and your people who have stayed to help to thank for that. Erebor, her people, and I are glad to call you friend."

Bard's smile is soft and warm, then he turned to his youngest and nodded. Tilda stepped up. Her dress is a light blue, and her necklace, a gift from Fili, was worn with pride as it held her late mother's locket. In her arms was a wooden box, medium in size.

"A gift, from Dale and it's people."

The lid is opened, the box was lined in silk, a dark red that made the dark arrow stand out. Thorin recognized it immediately as the black arrow that had killed Smaug. Well, part of it anyway. It's obvious that a piece of the arrow had been broken off and forged, still, it did not demolish its value among other things.

"How?"

Bard's expression turned smug, "We're fishermen."

Thorin chuckled.

"We also have a gift for Bilbo." Bain stepped up with another box in arm.

"I'm sure he'll love it, however, he has not arrived just yet," Thorin turned to his sister who had stood as two servants came to take the boxes, and place them appropriately.

"My sister, Dis, mother to my nephews."

"Thank you, for all you have done for my brother and our home." Dis bowed.

"Your brother has been more then kind to us, we would not be here if not for his aid."

Thorin didn't blush at the praise and Dis teasing grin, but it was close. Then Dis signaled one of the servants standing by to come close, they had something in their hands.

"A gift of our own," Thorin told the family, "from my family to yours. A symbol of lasting friendship."

The bow was glorious, crafted with care, and a lot of patience Bard decided upon finding out that the story of his bravery, courage, kindness, and leadership ending with him and his kin forever a friend and ally of Erebor and it's Royal family was embedded in it.

"This-" Bard couldn't find the words for it, Thorin and Dis understood for they nodded.

All the gifts are given to the servants for safekeeping and Bard and his family sat with Thorin and the others in a place of honor. No sooner does the family sit does the announcer speak again.

"King Thranduil of Mirkwood has arrived!"

Thranduil, grand King of Mirkwood, practically glided across to the room, his son and the She-Elf, Tauriel behind him followed by the rest of the entourage. Some of them very familiar.

"Welcome, King Thranduil and his kin." Thorin greeted.

Thranduil inclined his head in his version of a bow, "Thank you for the invite, Dis, lovely to see you again and that you are well."

"As you." was the Princess's response.

Inclining his head once more, he called over an Elf, "A gift to you, bottles of wine from my collection."

Thanking the King, Thorin called forth the servant standing patiently with a rather familiar box in hand.

"For you."

The box is opened.

Thranduil stared at the sprinkling gems, then back up at Thorin, who simply stared back; cautiously he took the box.

"This is unexpected," Thranduil said, voice soft with something.

"But a long time coming, I think."

Thranduil doesn't smile, but it's close, "I suppose so."

~.~

The party had started back up, the royal families watch from their seats, none of the ready to mingle just yet.

"I was expecting something grander in terms of decoration" Thranduil hummed around his goblet of wine.

"Ah," Balin said rather quickly at Thorin and Dis frown, "that was Bilbo's doing I've been told."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

Thranduil hummed, "He has done well."

"I'm sure he'll be glad to hear that." Balin smiled.

By the time most everyone had moved from their seats to mingle, neither Ori or Bilbo had shown up and Thorin is beginning to worry when the announcer spoke up.

"Lord Omega Ori, and Lord Omega Bilbo!"

There they were, his Omegas. Ori was dressed in royal purples trimmed in gold, his hair, which had gotten longer, was braided with jeweled beads. He was a lovely thing, and Thorin can already see interested gazes directed his way, he did not envy the work Dori and Nori would be doing tonight, then Bilbo stepped from behind Ori.

Dis choked on her ale.

Thorin couldn't blame her.

Bilbo 's hair was artfully plaited and decorated with beads that Dori had given him at some point, his clothes were a dark green trimmed with sliver, they were traditional Dwarven but there had been some alteration. Showing more curves, and well….

Skin was showing.

Now Dwarves were not prunes, the incident with Bilbo's nightclothes had more to do with the implication of intimacy than anything else.

Seeing skin now, and what most of them had done with the Omega behind closed doors, well, it's safe to say Thranduil had very good reason to give him that judging stare.

"I think I'm starting to see the appeal," Thorin heard his sister whispered as the two Omega made their way over.

The king snickered.

"Sorry, we're late," Ori told Thorin.

Bilbo was currently being greeted by Thranduil and Bard.

"We were here earlier, but Bilbo….didn't take seeing all the people in one place well."

Thorin nodded in understanding.

"Thorin!"

The King smiled when Bilbo turned his attention to him, "Finally made it I see," he teased.

"Ori said it's better to be fashionable late."

Ignoring that fact that the Omega had not mentioned that he had panicked upon first arriving, Thorin took hold of the other's hand and kissed the knuckles.

"You look lovely."

"And you look very handsome!" Bilbo chirped back.

Behind him, Bard snorted in his ale as Thranduil grumbled about him being more handsome than the Dwarf.

"Not as handsome as me I hope!" came Kili's voice from behind his Uncle before he popped up from behind the Alpha.

"Afraid no one can be more handsome then Uncle, Kili."

There was Fili.

"He's more majestic then handsome actually."

And now Dis.

Bilbo tilted his head while Thorin sighed in exasperation, snickering when the Alpha smacked his sister's finger that was poking at his cheek away.

Naturally, Bilbo is the bell of the ball, talking, smiling, laughing, and unintentional charming the guests. Though Dis noticed that if an Alpha approached, his open smile became more cautious, and he shifted closer to Alfrid and Ori who remained glued to his side. When the dancing started up, her brother, her sons, and the rest of the Company each took a turn. Bilbo enjoyed it immensely, and it had the added benefit of keeping other Alphas at a distance, even Thranduil and Bard got in on it, regardless of how the size difference made it look somewhat comically.

~.~

Bilbo squeaked when he was lifted and thrown on the bed, giggling as he bounced. A deep chuckling had him sitting up and looking over at the Dwarf that threw him. Thorin is watching him, merriment in his gaze, feeling warm for other reasons then the ale he had drunk, he reached from him. Thorin came, settling into his arms with a low purr, using his weight to push Bilbo back down onto the mattress.

"You're heavy." Bilbo snickered.

"And you've drunk too much." Thorin smiled, nuzzling into his neck.

"Have not." Bilbo pouted.

And he hadn't, he knew what drinking too much was like. Having drunk more than one barrel of ale back at Bag End, it had helped a bit during his….isolation.

Most likely sensing his darkening mood, Thorin purred again before he pressed a kiss to skin.

"Let's get you to bed." Thorin then said as he pulled away

Bilbo whined and pulled him back down, "No."

Thorin raised a brow, "No?"

Bilbo nodded and nuzzled their noses together.

"Then pray tell," Thorin's voice is playful, "what should we do then?"

Bilbo thought about it with a soft hum, then his eyes light up, "Let me suck your cock!"

Thorin shoved his face into the mattress and groaned.

Bilbo wondered if he said anything wrong.

Finally, Thorin lifted his head and kissed Bilbo on the forehead, mumbling about "tact." and "dangerous."

"Tonight," He then said as he got off Bilbo to disrobe, blues eyes staring down at the Omega, "I will be the one doing the pleasuring."

Bilbo's slightly flushed cheeks turned darker, and when Thorin got rid of trousers, his eyes go wide.

"You're bigger then Dwalin!"

Leaving that alone for another day, Thorin kicked his trousers somewhere and moved closer to the bed. He proceeded to undress Bilbo, saying a soft no when the Omega tried to help. He started with the top first, slowly unbuttoning one by one. Blue eyes darken as more and more skin showed with each unbutton. The last one done with, fingers glided over warm skin, barely-there touches that had Bilbo squirming. Pushing clothing aside, revealed already perked nipples. There was a fading mark just above one, and the King wondered who did it before running his thumb over flesh. Licking his lips when Bilbo squirmed.

"They're sensitive," He gently pinched it, "though I wonder if that's our fault, or not."

He circled the softer and dark skin around the harden flesh with a finger.

"Thorin," Bilbo whimpered as he arched into the fingers, "please, use your mouth."

"My mouth?" He gently tugged at the harden bud, "my fingers are not enough?"

"No!" Bilbo pouted, "Mouth, now!"

"Bossy, bossy." Thorin grinned before doing just that.

He latched onto one of the nipples, nibbling and nipping at it, held it between his teeth and tugging before licking and sucking. It makes the omega cry out and grab at Thorin's hair, keeping the alpha attached to his chest as he suckled on it.

Thorin hummed, rolling his tongue around the hardened nub, his hand teasing the other nipple. Bilbo arched into his mouth, murmuring his name, he bit lightly on the flesh, before pulling away to tease with the tip of his tongue as he flickered the other with his fingers.

"O-Oh!" the Omega moaned, the room heavy with the scent of arousal.

Thorin gave one long lick before pulling the bud back in and suckled, grinning when the Omega moaned, hips twitching, almost rocking, against him. Pulling away with a long hard suck to kiss Bilbo. Arousal and ale made it rougher then he intended.

"Thorin" Was gasped against his lips.

Moaning, Thorin pulled away with a dragging kiss, Bilbo whine and tugged at his arm to bring him back down for more. Lips curling upward, he grabbed at the hand to place open-mouthed kisses, nipping at flesh and getting surprised gasps.

"Mmmm," the Alpha purred, breath hot against Bilbo's skin, eyes on the tented trousers "looks like we need to be rid of these."

He does, licking his lips upon seeing how wet the inside was.

"You can't imagine how flattering it is to see you so wet."

Some shuffling, and Thorin has propped himself above the Omega, settling between spread legs. Their cocks rubbed against each other.

Bilbo moaned, wrapping one arm over Thorin's neck and pulling his head down to slot their mouths together in a kiss.

The Omega used his free hand to tugged at his hip to bring the other flush against him. Bucking his hips, moaning, and writhing. His forwardness, while startling, also seem to set Thorin off, their kiss turning messy with hints of teeth. Hooking one of Bilbo's legs over his waist, The Alpha gripped his arse and ground against the Omega, hard and rough. Bilbo's cry at the manhandling was muffled, moaning Thorin pulled away to nuzzling into the Omega's throat.

"T-Thorin," Bilbo gasped, arching, rutting against the Alpha. Eyes wide with surprise.

This was new, different, and so, so, good.

Still rolling his hard cock over Bilbo's, Thorin rumbled happily as he licked and sucked livid marks onto skin. Bilbo buried a hand in thick hair and gripped the surprisingly soft strands, unable to stop his whimpers and groans. None of the Alphas were this rough before. None of them all had but humped him into the bed.

"M-More," He gasped, nails digging into the Alpha's back when teeth found a sensitive spot, canting his hips up and rubbing against the Dwarf.

Thorin cursed and did so.

Until, Bilbo convulsed as pleasure shot through him, clutching desperately at Thorin, eyes rolling back in his head. His hips bucked uncontrollably as he came unexpectedly hard.

Spent and limbs limped, it was only the sudden loss of Thorin's body over his, that broke the Omega out of his hazy, just in time to see the Alpha cum.

Hot thick, strands spilling all over Bilbo's bare chest.

Bilbo blinked.

Another new thing.

".…Shit."

Blinking again, Bilbo focused on Thorin, his hair was a mess, there were mark or two on his neck-he must have done that at some point- face flushed. He was panting, lips red from all the kissing. He looked so….disheveled.

Bilbo found he liked the look on the King.

"I-I'm s-sorry," Thorin stuttered out, "I didn't mean to…do that….or get that rough."

Bilbo stared at him.

Shuffling nervously on his face, Thorin lowered his eyes, inwardly cursing himself and ale.

"I liked it."

Thorin's head shot up so fast, Bilbo worried that something broke.

"I want to do it again."

"..…Durin help me."

And yes, Bilbo told Ori about it during breakfast.

I hope you and your are staying safe!