His breath hitched slightly as a second finger slipped inside of him, briefly squeezing around them before willing himself to relax and let Thrawn stretch him out. The muscles of his stomach also briefly tensed, and more precum spilled from him and over the other man's fingers as he dragged his fingers across the slick that had already pooled there on his pale skin.

"And here I thought I'd been lovely since the moment you laid eyes on me," Astarion hummed, lifting his head again so that he could look up at him with a distinct look of desire now present in those red eyes, lips curled into a playful but seductive smile. His hands were still moving over the other man even as he spoke- squeezing at his thighs, his hips, his sides.

Moving so that he wouldn't shift his hips too much, he propped himself up so that he could kiss at Thrawn's neck again- nipping at his collarbone, his throat, over his pulse, beneath his ear. Anywhere likely to be sensitive.

Astarion was old enough and experienced enough to give as good as he got.