Gandalf watches Thorin smile at the bartender with those pretty blue eyes and that half smirk and all he wants is to slam him into the closest surface and give him a reason to blush. Of all the stupid things to get unreasonably hard over it has to be that.
Staggering back over, Thorin’s weighed down with ale tankards gripped in one hand and a pitcher in his other hand. “Gentlemen…” he grins and hands the drinks out before pouring the pitcher into empty tankards.
“Just going to find a tree, be right back,” Gandalf slides away from the table and brushes his hand against Thorin’s thigh so he will follow him.
A few minutes later Thorin is hissing his name in the woods. Gandalf grabs him and shoves him against the tree. He groans and brings their faces close together, grinding their lips together. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand up straight.” His voice is a low whisper, almost a growl and Thorin’s breathing hitches.
“Gandalf?” Thorin licks his lips nervously and Gandalf nips at his neck, grinding close and letting his erection dig against Thorin’s hip.
“And I’m not going to wait,” the wizard says, one hand reaching down to work Thorin’s laces open.
“Here?!” Thorin is scrambling against the tree but is his hips are pinned in place by Gandalf’s.
“Here and now,” Gandalf says, feeling Thorin rise into his touch despite his protests.
“Gandalf, please…” Thorin lets his head slump back against the tree and Gandalf smiles, nipping at his jaw and sucking a mark into his throat before roughly turning him around and shoving him into the bark.
“This may hurt a little,” Gandalf warns, already lifting his gown.
Gandalf mutters a simple lubrication spell. He works one, then two fingers into Thorin’s tight hole and even though it isn’t enough, it’ll have to do. “You ready?” he asks, letting his hard cock nudge at Thorin’s entrance.
Thorin just nods. Gandalf buries his face into his lover’s shoulder and pants as he presses forward, filling him inch by inch until he’s all the way inside. It’s dirty and raw and almost too much but Thorin takes it and then rocks back against Gandalf.
“Gandalf…” Thorin moans, burying his face in his arm up against the tree. His thighs are shaking and Gandalf wraps an arm around his chest to hold him up as he drags out and fucks into him again with a sharp thrust.
Thorin moans again, incoherently, and Gandalf licks his ear with a dirty smile, “I’m gonna come inside you and make you go back in there still wet and dripping.”
It’s not long before Thorin is tightening around him and coming over Gandalf’s fist with a barely-muffled scream. That makes Gandalf lose control and he thrusts hard into Thorin’s body a few more times before he comes deep inside the dwarf. When Gandalf finally pulls out, Thorin hisses and he feels a little bad. He runs a hand against Thorin’s sweaty skin and pulls his pants up for him, tucking him in with careful touches, cleaning them both up with another spell before they go back inside.
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