"Confident. I like it."

Of course Astarion had been with people who were confident like that- who were certain that he'd enjoy himself, only to be so lackluster and incapable of pleasing another person that he'd had to turn on his best theatrics to make them think he was having a good time. But he'd also met a few individuals who could actually back up their claims.

Which type Thrawn was was something he'd find out shortly, he supposed.

He allowed the other man to push his legs apart, shifting obediently on the bed. He breathed in sharply as fingers brushed over his entrance, though he didn't remain idle- hands now roaming over Thrawn's sides, to his hips, his thighs- gently dragging his nails over his skin. His fingers dug into Thrawn's thighs slightly as the other man slid a finger inside of him- the feeling of the digit pushing into him making his muscles tense slightly and his cock twitched where it curved up toward his stomach, coaxing another few beads of precum out- the pale white liquid pooling just beneath his navel.

Astarion's head tilted back slightly, letting out a pleased little sigh- the angle giving the clearest look at those sharp teeth of his yet.

"Mmh-"

That was quite possibly the loudest he had gotten so far.