Definitely touch-starved, Astarion thought. But it was pleasing how quickly Thrawn's body responded to his touches. The way he could feel his cock straining against his underwear, the tension in his muscles. The quickened breathing and the way Astarion could hear the pounding of his heart, feel the beat of his pulse beneath his lips as he kissed at his neck, working his teeth over blue skin until he left a mark there.

He wasn't unaffected either- his own cock full and twitching and leaking precum, his breathing heavier.

Pulling back from the other man's neck with a drag of his slick tongue over where he'd just nipped, his arousal was likely clearer to see- desire clear in those red eyes.

"Mm, over there, darling- Bedside table-" He hummed, moving the hand that had been at Thrawn's side to gesture toward the drawer on the bedside table where there would be a glass bottle with lubrication. Considering the room they were in, it was always a complimentary inclusion.

Astarion liked the lubrication they used at Sharess' Caress more, but neither of them could really complain all things considered.

"You're sure you want me like this, by the way? We could trade places again."

It had been a while since Astarion had bottomed for anyone- not usually what people who slept with him were looking for. Though he didn't mind.