Hullo there! *embarrassed shuffle* Sorry I kind of left it. How are you?
*wraps you up in a fur* You have nothing to apologize for, darling. I’m doing well, how are you?
"He wouldn’t dare!" Dori sighed happily as Dain continued to pay lovely attention to his neck. "Cut off the King’s balls, hm! I only wish he was more keen on sharing a bed with the two of us." The thought of both of his favourite dwarves worshipping him in bed was one of Dori’s fondest day dreams.
Now that he was completely bare, he slid down against Dain, skin against skin, his soft tummy pressed against Dain’s much firmer chest. He reached back and undid his topknot. In a matter of moments he had his hair mostly loose, his braids coming undone and falling loose over his shoulders and back.
Content now that he was bare, his hands began to wander over Dain, rubbing firmly at any tight muscles as he once again familiarized himself with the warrior’s well muscled back and backside.
Dain gasped a little as the image of Balin and Dori kissing and touching invaded his mind - not all together too unpleasantly. He neglected to mention to Dori that the thought of a threesome had been the subject of his nightly fantasies for a while now, something he focused on before bed when he had the company of his own hand to satisfy him.
But now there were more... pressing things... to worry himself about. Dori's skin, his soft, round stomach, his loose hair that he could feel all around him and those wicked, talented hands. High-pitched moans left his lips as he felt his arse being explored, and his brow creased.
"What do you want to do with me, my lord?" he whispered, not even daring himself to open his eyes - for they were firmly shut as the barrage of sensation threatened to tip him over the edge prematurely.
