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[forgottenbrother]

OOC NOTES: Okay so I was going to set up a scene here, but I know I have at least two people who want to tag in and play with Frerin, so I decided to let you guys set up a scene on whatever's going through your head. Feel free to give me a blank tag and I'll set up scene in that case, but talk to me if you want to do that so we can decide on something that we both want to do.

Other than that...um...well yeah just go for it :3

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[forgottenbrother]

Frerin lets out a smug chuckle as Thorin finally kisses him, returning it briefly. His eyes glitter with triumph and mischief, pleased with himself.

"If you insist," he murmurs. Thorin's lips are on his again and he groans in satisfaction, hands fisting in his brother's clothes.

"You can do better than that, brother."

[kinginexile]

Oh don't try to challenge him, Frerin. But of course Thorin is always trying to be better and do the best he can, so his brother's words work easily on him. He'll push Frerin down onto his back, his kiss much more hungry as he cages him between arms and a mess of hair.

Better?

The fire is warm beside them, but not too close to be a worry. Thorin thinks maybe they should move onto one of their bedrolls, but right now he would like to kiss his brother silly.

[forgottenbrother]

"Thorin..."

Thorin's eagerness wins him a satisfied groan against his lips. Frerin slides his hands up into his brother's hair, kissing back just as hard. He loves this, loves being wanted, and no one has ever made him feel happier or more wanted than Thorin.

[kinginexile]

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.

[forgottenbrother]

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?"

[kinginexile]

"Do not play coy, you know what you do to me..." Thorin gives a rough nip at the base of Frerin's throat. Fingers ruck up his brother's shirt, trying to get it over his head and off.

"You can feel for yourself how much you excite me." He's not completely hard yet, but those little nips from earlier, Frerin, oh how that got him started. It didn't take much, but it was more about Thorin controlling himself, he had to quite a bit back home. It didn't help that Frerin was an insufferable tease either, but when he knew he could have him, that it was safe to, Thorin did not waste his time.

[forgottenbrother]

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."

[kinginexile]

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.

[forgottenbrother]

Frerin is incredibly responsive beneath his brother and always has been. Throwing his head back, hands sliding into Thorin's hair when he can no longer reach his manhood, the younger dwarf whimpers at the ministrations. He arches slightly beneath him, tugging slightly at his brother's hair unintentionally.

It's Thorin's hand on him that really gets a reaction. Frerin's hips buck upwards, his breath hitching and a low groan of sheer pleasure slips from his lips.

"Thorin..."

[kinginexile]

The tugging of his hair only eggs Thorin on, the slight pull at his scalp from it keeping him where he is. He's fine with it, he is more than willing to lavish more of Frerin's chest with his mouth. Kisses and nips start trailing downward, following the path of hair till he kisses just under his naval.

"Say it again." He'll breathe out, another kiss, lower.

"Tell me what you want, Frerin." His mouth won't touch what he's sure his brother would like, instead he'll kiss along the inner part of a thigh, his hand still working the now hardened shaft in his fingers.

[forgottenbrother]

And this is the beauty of their relationship. Frerin might be a dirty cheat and a terrible tease, but Thorin gets him right back, drawing everything out like this in such a way that has Frerin panting and writhing with desire. Hips arch up, heels digging into the dirt and toes curling slightly inside his boots.

"Thorin please," he gasps out. He knows how much Thorin loves to hear him and so he doesn't keep himself quiet. He's still teasing, and Frerin whimpers. "I want...oh, Thorin, I want your mouth..."

[kinginexile]

"Want my mouth?" He'll ask, nipping along his thigh. He'll switch to the other one, giving a good nip there as well, worrying the skin till it was sure to leave a mark.

"And what do you want me to do with it, Frerin?" Come now, tell him everything.

[forgottenbrother]

"Mahal, Thorin!" Frerin's twitching and whimpering, unwinding completely beneath his brother.

"I want your mouth on me, Thorin please stop teasing!"

[kinginexile]

But teasing his dear brother is the best part. Thorin has some mercy on him though, tongue lapping from the heavy sacs at the base of his cock to the tip. Lips press against the head and then he's mouthing along the hardened flesh, blue eyes watching Frerin. He's still not quite giving him what he wants, but it's still better than nothing, yes?

The way Frerin's body shudders for him, how he gasps and whimpers. He does like to hear him beg. Though he knows without a doubt his brother will get him back for this once they've returned home.