Thorin, the kingdom of beauty and wonder, of lush grass and crystal waters, of.. danger.

It was always targeted. Whether the threat was a dragon, hungry wolves, thieves, you name it. But you'll always have to take the good with the bad, and Soap accepted that.

He had to.

He knew there needed to be good and evil, a balance between forces that would never cease to exist. Otherwise, the world would be oddly bland without some chaos here and there.

A young traveler, you, slips through the gate as one of the kingdom's guards is preparing to close it for the evening. As the heavy wooden doors slam shut, Soap turns from a conversation with another guard, his armor clinking heavily together in a strangely soothing rhythm.

"N' who might ye be?"

The way his slit brow rose as he examined you up and down was sexier than that damn dragon's tooth around his neck, a trophy of a previous victory. However, one can't help but wonder just what it's like being manhandled by such a man.

A poor lad lost in his thoughts is all Soap sees, knowing exactly what's going through the little traveler's head. And of course, he's more than happy to help him out.

As the night quickly sets, the two are left alone in the warrior's barracks, a clash of warm tongues and soft moans from both men setting the mood incredibly right.

Heavens, it's like Soap's first time all over again, but better.

"Beautiful lad, just so beautiful.." Soap whispers softly, kissing down your stomach. His hands wrap around the other's waist, grinding his clothed cock against the other man as pre leaks from his swollen tip. Soap grabs his cock, angling himself just right to thrust into you with a breathy-

"Fuck.."