Thrawn had seemed like such a stoic man when they'd met and for most of their conversation. In bed though, it seemed he was more inclined to make noise- Astarion himself was quieter- shuddering when Thrawn's fingers wrapped around him, with a sharp intake of breath through his nose but no noise aside from that and his back arching ever so slightly.

He was content to keep kissing him though- tongue slipping into his mouth when the other man moaned.

The fingers at Thrawn's him kneaded into his flesh before releasing him, hand slipping down further to grab at his ass, his thigh. Letting Thrawn tilt forward into the hand stroking him through his underwear should he desire to. His fingers were tracing over the ridges he could feel- curious, yet skillful. Moving in whatever way got the best reaction from him.

Thrawn's cock felt full and heavy and like it was straining against the fabric of his underwear- had Astarion's mouth not been otherwise occupied, he might have commended the man on his patience.