In a secret corner of the Shire, Thorin and Bilbo, drawn by whispered rumors of pleasure, explore each other's bodies in the dark. Thorin's rough fingers trace Bilbo's smooth cheeks, then delve deeper, making the hobbit gasp. Bilbo returns the favor, his slender digits teasing Thorin's tight entrance, eliciting a growl. Their roles switch, Thorin's thick digit penetrating Bilbo, who moans softly, "More, Thorin." The dwarven prince obliges, his voice a low rumble, "You like that, don't you, little hobbit?"