Thrawn ground his hips against Astarion, his cock already starting to get hard, straining against his crisp white pants. Assuming that he liked the attention to his neck, Thrawn pulled back slightly and undid the other man's shirt collar, pulling it down to expose more of his skin.

Observant eyes noticed the twin puncture scars on Astarion's neck. They were uniform, and evenly spaced apart. Some kind of twin-pronged weapon, perhaps? Or perhaps an orc or tiefling had bit him, since they had sharp canines.

Deciding to ask about them later, Thrawn leaned back in to lick the other side of Astarion's neck.