While Thrawn had taken few sexual partners in his life, he still remembered enough that he was confident that he could please Astarion. The elf, on the other hand, knew what he was doing all too well. In his two-hundred years of life, he'd had time to become very experienced indeed, and Thrawn was likely just the most recent link in a long line of lovers. Thrawn wasn't entirely surprised, given how charming Astarion was.

Thrawn leaned into the touch, now that Astarion was letting him do so. Thrawn rather liked that Astarion was giving as good at he got, and wasn't just laying back and submitting.

Still, if Astarion could tease, so could Thrawn. He released the other man's cock, fingers instead trailing to his inner thigh, rubbing small circles, tortuously close to his scrotum.