Thorin gives a breathless chuckle, mouth moving down to kiss along a collarbone and Frerin's chest. He's not as thick as Thorin body wise, but he's quicker on his feet, much more dexterous. Good for his work with the bow, for climbing trees. Thorin is much more bulky, but he does train with swords and axes, he's got to be able to take a beating as he will be more up close in battle.

Not that he ever imagined he'd ever be in a real battle.

His mouth finds a nipple and he'll worry it between lips, sucking, teeth gently abusing it. He doesn't argue Frerin's words, though he likes to think he's the luckiest dwarf, having his brother like this, wanting him so. Slipping his hand into Frerin's pants he'll curl a hand around him, stroking, wanting to hear more noises from that mouth of his.