You kept turning me away...." Kili whispered, rocking his hips into your rear, earning a pleased whimper from your trembling body. "But you wanted me, didn't you?" He purred, fingers toying with the area just around the apex of your thighs. "Didn't you~?" He asked again, a little more forcefully.
"Please." You breathed. Please what? What was it you wanted from him? To stop? To let go? Or was it perhaps...to touch you? To make you his? To lay you down and fuck you right where you were? Those last three sure sounded like splendid ideas, at the moment...Please what, love?" He taunted. "What do you want?" His hand gripped the taught flesh of your thigh when you wouldn't respond, causing you to choke out a gasp, as well as your answer.
"T-Touch. Touch me." You tried to make your voice more demanding. You wanted to be in charge here, you desperately did. But not this time. Kili had you in the palm of his hand, literally, and he wasn't about to relinquish this power any time soon.
Please what, love?" He taunted. "What do you want?" His hand gripped the taught flesh of your thigh when you wouldn't respond, causing you to choke out a gasp, as well as your answer.
Kili, wha-" Your question was cut short, as he took your face in his hands, drawing you forward and sealing his mouth over yours. Your whole body seemed to melt, and you fell into his embrace, feeling his arms slip smoothly around your waist to support you. Lifting your arms, you slung them around his shoulders, one hand gripping at his shoulder blade, the other tangled desperately in his dark, messy locks. When you pulled away, he was panting, eyes dark as they roved your face for a moment. Finally, without a word, his hands began stripping his body of his hindering clothing. You watched on in almost fascination, until he wore little more than a simple tunic and his pants. His eyes cut up to meet yours after he finished shedding his outer layer of clothing, and a predatory gleam came to his eyes, smirk curling his lips. "You're still overdressed, darling." He breathed, taking slow, deliberate steps toward you. He stopped inches before you, looking down into your eyes, even as his hands slid up your shirt. There was a small thought in the back of your mind, almost thanking you for stripping to a simple shirt, pants, boots, and a few other belts that would hold your weapons in place.
Calloused fingers traced patterns over the soft skin of your stomach, and a shiver wracked your spine at the rough touch. Kili's lips quirked into a smile. The effect he had on you; he loved it. He loved knowing he could make you squirm. Make you ask for his touch, crave it. He loved knowing he could produce these musical sounds from your lips, just by touching all the right places. "You're beautiful." He whispered, forehead against yours as his fingers worked nimbly with the buckles holding the straps to your body. "Have I ever told you that?" His fingers worked under the hem of your shirt, pulling it up your body slowly.
Lifting your arms above your head, you allowed the shirt to be pulled from your being, now that the hindrance of your belts were no longer in the way. His lips met your shoulder, moving down to leave wet kisses along your collar bone, your breathing hitching in your throat. He looked at you from under his lashes, raising a single brow, before falling to his knees before you.
