Frerin shivers at the way Thorin sounds, how he looks, how much he wants him. Sometimes he fears that loving his brother the way he does must be a curse set upon him, but then there are times like this when it just feels so right and Frerin can't bring himself to care if Mahal hates him. Because oh how Thorin loves him.

"Al-already, brother?" A sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan slips from his lips, and he digs his heels into the ground, wanting more. "Do I truly excite you this much?"