"I can certainly do that," Thrawn promised. After seeing Astarion purchase that jewel-encrusted goblet and getting an idea of what kind of art he favored, Thrawn had a general idea of what he would like in a gift. Even if Astarion ended up just selling it, it was the gesture that counted.

He sighed softly as Astarion made use of his mouth, leaving marks on blue skin, making the Chiss flush purple. Noticing how Astarion reacted to having his ear touched, Thrawn ran his finger down the point, towards his lobe. His free hand traced circles around his nipple.

With Astarion thrusting back, Thrawn began moving faster, increasing the friction and stroking his lover from the inside.