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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Hobbit_(2012)
  Relationship:
      Fíli/Kíli
  Character:
      Fíli, Kíli
  Additional Tags:
      Durincest, Smut, Sibling_Incest, and_a_dash_of_angst_and_guilt, First
      Time, Hand_Jobs, Masturbation, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, IDEK_why
      Kíli_always_takes_the_initiative, young!Fíli, young!Kíli, Pre-Quest
  Series:
      Part 1 of Together
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-27 Words: 1326
****** Stronger Than Guilt, Desire ******
by NammiKisulora
Summary
     "Kisses in the dark has not been uncommon of late, though they have
     been chaste and innocent, nothing at all like this; a messy clash of
     lips and tongues and teeth, and it fills Fíli with a desire unlike
     anything he has felt before, making fear and guilt flare in equal
     measures."
     It's quick an awkward, but how could Fíli ever resist his brother, or
     stop himself from imagining him after getting a first taste?
Notes
     Exactly what it says on the tin: first time PWP with our favourite
     sexy dwarf brothers.
     I imagine they are somewhere in their early- to middle twenties here.
     (I think I read somewhere that dwarves are considered "adults" at 40,
     and useful for anything around 30, so 20-something would make you
     early/mid teens, hence the Underage tag. At least that's what I'm
     going with here, even though I might be completely wrong.)
     Unbeta'd and written during a sleepless night, plus English is not my
     first language, so please do not look too harshly on any spelling/
     grammar misses, but feel free to point out any typos/mistakes!
See the end of the work for more notes
It’s quick and awkward, their first time.
 
It’s night and Kíli has crept into Fíli’s bed, claiming to be frightened of the
thunder, though Fíli knows he stopped being scared years ago. Still he wraps
his arms around his brother, holds him close and kisses his forehead.
 
“It’s alright, Kíli”, he whispers, and Kíli lifts his face and catches his
lips, their noses bumping together. Fíli kisses him back, and when Kíli’s
tongue slides over his lower lip, begging for entrance, he opens his mouth to
let their tongues meet. It’s just a kiss, he thinks, though part of him screams
at him to stop, that just a kiss is fine, but this is more than that!
 
Kisses in the dark has not been uncommon of late, though they have been chaste
and innocent, nothing at all like this; a messy clash of lips and tongues and
teeth, and it fills Fíli with a desire unlike anything he has felt before,
making fear and guilt flare in equal measures. He pulls back.
 
“Kíli –“ His brother’s eyes are wide with lust and gleam in the darkness meets
Fíli’s gaze before crashing their lips together again, twirling his tongue
around Fíli’s in a way that makes his cock twitch and harden.
 
Hands grope desperately outside Fíli’s nightshirts, and suddenly Kíli’s hand is
sneaking up underneath, caressing along Fíli’s hip and over his stomach, up his
chest to pinch and softly twist his nipple, making it hard and causing Fíli to
shudder with the pleasure, a wave of arousal pushing the guilt aside. He bucks
his hips, and suddenly his hard cock is pressed against Kíli’s, who moans into
his mouth at the contact.
 
All that separates them are two thin nightshirts, but somehow they suddenly
feel like far too much to Fíli. Throwing sense and reason to the wind he pushes
up his brother’s nightshirt, stroking the bared flesh as Kíli does the same to
his, and then they are finally touching; pressing together, skin to skin.
 
Fíli gasps as their cocks rub together; the friction that feels nothing like
his own hand making his body scream for more, and Kíli buries his face against
his shoulder, bucking against him with a needy whimper.
 
Hands slide back down over bellies that quiver at the touch, covering their
skin in gooseflesh as they ghost over angular hipbones to finally, finally
reach their destination between them.
 
Their hands bump as they grasp each other, and the heat and pressure of Kíli’s
hand on his cock makes Fíli’s vision go black, everything forgotten but the
pleasure.
 
                                     ~*~*~
 
It’s over embarrassingly quickly. It feels like Fíli has barely touched his
brother before he shudders, spilling sticky heat all over Fíli’s hand with a
deep groan, and clenches his hand around his cock, making Fíli follow with a
cry barely muffled in the pillow.
 
For a while, they lie breathless and panting, Kíli with his face still face
still buried in Fíli’s shoulder and Fíli breathing into his hair.
 
After he’s regained his breath, Fíli rolls onto his back and stares at the
ceiling. Chaste kisses and holding each other close is one thing, he supposes,
but this – what they just did – with his brother, is quite something else.
 
“Kíli…” he whispers hoarsely, turning his head to look at his brother, who
refuses to meet his eyes and sits up, beginning to move away. “Kíli…!”
 
But Kíli shakes his head and scrambles out of Fíli’s bed, back to his own,
ignoring his brother’s pleading hand that grasps for the sleeve of his
nightshirt.
 
“No”, he mumbles as he buries himself under the covers, and Fíli sighs. The
come on his belly and hand is cooling to a congealing mess that sticks
uncomfortably to the covers, but he can’t find the energy or strength to get up
to clean it off. They’ll have to talk about it, about this thing between them,
he realizes with dread. As long as it stayed innocent he hadn’t felt they
really needed to, nor define or put a stop to it, but now… Kissing the way they
did and bringing each other to release can’t be explained away as an act of
mere brotherly, if uncommonly profound, love.
 
He bites his lip and sighs again. Tomorrow. Tomorrow they’ll talk about it. For
now he should really try to sleep, he thinks, though he doubts sleep will come
easily this night.
 
He turns back onto his side and draws his knees up to his chest; and as he
closes his eyes he tries hard not think about the way Kíli’s hand on his cock
felt entirely different from all the times he’s stroked himself to release, and
how much it had aroused him.
 
A small moan escapes him as his cock twitches, instantly half-hard at the
memory. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think of something distinctly
un-arousing, like Uncle Thorin lecturing him on proper princely conduct, but
instead the sound Kíli made as he came and the taste of his mouth during the
desperate, needy kisses force their way into his head, as well as the heat of
his cock in Fíli’s hand, and how the goose bumps covering his skin felt under
his fingers as he trailed them over his brother’s hip and belly…
 
He turns over so he’s lying on his stomach, exhaling sharply as his now fully
hard cock presses into the mattress. He moves his hips, grinding them into the
mattress to create a bit of friction to ease the pressure in his groin as
unbidden images of Kíli start flashing through his head.
 
Kíli’s face as Fíli images he must look when he comes, eyes half-closed and his
mouth falling open, his jaw slack with pleasure and ecstasy...
 
Fíli thrusts his hips into the mattress,
 
... Kíli lying on his back, naked skin flushed and moist with droplets of sweat
running down his chest and forehead, breathing heavy and uneven as Fíli
pleasures him…
 
Fíli buries his face in the pillow to stifle a moan,
 
… Kíli kneeling naked on the floor in front of him, gazing up at him with dark,
lust-clouded eyes under long, dark eyelashes as he takes him into his mouth…
 
he draws up one knee so he can reach his aching cock, desperate to relieve the
almost unbearable pressure, lust drowning out the guilt,
 
… they lie in bed, naked and clinging to each other, kissing and touching,
hands caressing and fingers twining, cocks sliding together, causing glorious,
glorious friction as their hips press together…
 
Fíli bites his lip so hard he tastes blood as he comes and pushes his face deep
into the pillow to muffle his shout as the orgasm tears through him, making his
mind go blank.
 
As he comes back to himself the guilt washes over him again. He’s always
refused to touch himself thinking of his brother, firmly pushing aside all such
images and fantasies if they appeared, thinking of Kíli in such a way being –
was, a small, traitorous part of him whispers – wrong.
 
He groans into the pillow, feeling ever more disgusted with himself than
before. And poor Kíli had to listen to him do it, doubtlessly easily figuring
out exactly what went on in his older brother’s mind… how disgusted he must
feel at tha– no, wait, what’s that?Fíli pricks his ears, and what he hears is
unmistakeable.
 
“Mmnngh... aah!” The choked moan dies into heavy panting as Kíli seems to
relax, satisfied, and within seconds Fíli hears his brother’s light snores,
signalling he’s already deeply asleep, and breathes out a sigh of relief. They
still need to talk about what happened, and he’s still cringing at the thought
of what an awkward discussion it will be, but at least Kíli doesn’t seem
terribly disgusted, or to hate him...
 
Oh, baby brother, what in Mahal’s name are we doing? Acting like this, we make
a fine pair, you and me together…
End Notes
     And now you can all make me very happy by telling me if you enjoyed
     it by dropping a little review! (or Kudos, but reviews are the true
     Arkenstones!)
     More stories are to come, set both before this, between this and
     Before The Battle, as well as after that one; and hopefully some will
     even contain some substance, and not only PWP...
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