"Perhaps I have deprived myself of such things for far too long." Thrawn was a career man, and always put his duties before his personal wants. He had no time for relationships or finding pleasure with another. If he ever got the urge and needed gratification, he just used his hands.

Thrawn admired Astarion's body, running his hands along his chest, the skin just as cool as the rest of him. Thrawn himself had some scars on his chest, from blaster fire. It would have been much worse were it not for his CEDF uniform protecting him.

As he lowered his head to press kisses to Astarion's chest, making his way back up to his neck, his hand went to the other man's groin, searching for a zipper or button to undo his fly and get them off.