Thrawn was so quick in leaning into his touch- Astarion would have taken his time with it, had their roles been reversed. But then, it seemed rather like Thrawn was touch-starved. Like he hadn't felt the touch of another man in years. It did leave Astarion wondering just why he had decided to give in to his seduction so easily, but well.

He was beautiful. Maybe Thrawn had just wanted to experience that for himself, just as much as the two of them wanted to use each other. Learn about each other.

Sighing against Thrawn's lips, he couldn't help but smile slightly into the kiss as he felt fingers trail along his inner thigh, shifting a little beneath him. The hand at Thrawn's cock became more confident- fingers and palm rubbing up and down along his length, trailing along the ridges there. Slipping lower to cup and massage his balls before moving back up. His rhythm was slow and firm- though not aimed to push Thrawn over any edge besides perhaps the edge of his patience. Not yet.

His other hand was still grabbing at his ass, his thigh, his side- feeling the muscle beneath his slender fingers. Thrawn's body was quite impressive for someone who obviously wasn't supposed to be in the middle of any fighting.

Astarion pulled back from the kiss then, mouth finding its way to Thrawn's neck- nipping at his skin, leaving marks in its wake. He was mindful of his teeth though, so as to not draw any blood.