That nip to the throat has Frerin squirming slightly beneath his brother, and he helps with undressing himself. Underneath, his skin is smooth and relatively unscarred, unsurprising for a dwarf who has not seen his first battle yet.

Thorin's suggestion has Frerin's hand going straight to palm his brother through his breeches. It still catches him by surprise sometimes, the physical evidence of Thorin's lust for him.

He laughs breathlessly, shivering beneath his brother. "I must be the luckiest dwarf in Arda."