That definitely wasn't the whole truth. Astarion thought Thrawn was probably more of a curious man than one who simply found him worth indulging in for his appearance. Astarion knew he was beautiful- but Baldur's Gate had plenty of other beautiful elven men that would have given Thrawn their attention had he approached them.
He kept his hips lifted long enough for Thrawn to tug his pants and underwear down, sighing at the feeling of his cock springing free from the fabric. He was still only half hard, but it still felt nice. Figuring that he should return the favor, he reached for Thrawn's pants- eyes focused on Thrawn's face even as he fumbled to get his pants open. He was good with his hands after all- didn't even really need to look even if Thrawn's clothing was a bit different from what he was familiar with.
He leaned up to claim the other man's mouth with his own again as he slipped his hands into his pants- those long slender fingers skillfully stroking him through his underwear. His eyebrows did raise a tad even as he kissed the other man- feeling ridges along the underside of his cock which was different. Nothing he couldn't handle though, already moving his fingers differently- toying with him through the fabric to see whether or not he liked a lot of attention paid to them or not.
His free hand came to rest at his hip for now- fingers gently digging into blue skin. A gentle, yet insistent hold to keep him from bucking into his hand. Thrawn seemed the dominant sort- but Astarion would hardly act the blushing virgin in need of guidance.
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That definitely wasn't the whole truth. Astarion thought Thrawn was probably more of a curious man than one who simply found him worth indulging in for his appearance. Astarion knew he was beautiful- but Baldur's Gate had plenty of other beautiful elven men that would have given Thrawn their attention had he approached them.
He kept his hips lifted long enough for Thrawn to tug his pants and underwear down, sighing at the feeling of his cock springing free from the fabric. He was still only half hard, but it still felt nice. Figuring that he should return the favor, he reached for Thrawn's pants- eyes focused on Thrawn's face even as he fumbled to get his pants open. He was good with his hands after all- didn't even really need to look even if Thrawn's clothing was a bit different from what he was familiar with.
He leaned up to claim the other man's mouth with his own again as he slipped his hands into his pants- those long slender fingers skillfully stroking him through his underwear. His eyebrows did raise a tad even as he kissed the other man- feeling ridges along the underside of his cock which was different. Nothing he couldn't handle though, already moving his fingers differently- toying with him through the fabric to see whether or not he liked a lot of attention paid to them or not.
His free hand came to rest at his hip for now- fingers gently digging into blue skin. A gentle, yet insistent hold to keep him from bucking into his hand. Thrawn seemed the dominant sort- but Astarion would hardly act the blushing virgin in need of guidance.