It should not excite him as it does, hearing his name from his brother's lips like this. Yet it does, the sound of it going straight to his groin and he'll moan into their kiss. His mouth finds its way down along Frerin's neck, lavishing it with kisses, nips, while fingers work to undo buckles and ties of clothes.

"How should I have you, brother? Like this, between your thighs and pulling you onto me with every thrust?" Thorin murmurs, breath hot along Frerin's skin.

"Or would you rather I took you on your knees?" The firelight would look lovely playing against his brother's back when he fucked him. Still, either way he would have him. They did not couple much back in their home, it was too risky. Someone could find out. But out here, they were alone, no one would know.