Thrawn found himself glad that these tunics opened from the front, and therefor he could keep grinding and kissing his partner as Astarion disrobed him. Normally Thrawn wore an undershirt with his uniform, but today he'd gone without, since he'd be wearing a cloak and he didn't want to wear too many layers. He braced himself with one arm as the tunic slipped off him, baring his chest.

He took his head away from Astarion's neck to tend to the rest of his own clothes, seeking out buttons to undo, wanting to touch his skin.