[James]

"Oh, my dear wonderful Gandalf. You are hung like a dwarf! How fine!" Bilbo leaned forward and took a good long lick. "You taste better, though!" The tunic fell down and tangled on his ears. He ignored it, and listened to the noises the wizard was trying not to make. After a slurpy moment, he pulled his head out from under the folds and began to unbutton his shirt buttons. "Get that off, silly."

He didn't wait to see if Gandalf would obey him, but got on with removing his breeches and shirt and tossing them willy-nilly in the general direction of the chair, missing by a good measure. Pink about the cheeks, Gandalf had pulled his tunic off, ending up with hair straggling all over his face. Bilbo ran an admiring hand up the wizard's cock, and teased, "So those stories about wizard's staffs are really true, eh?"