"It's- mm- a deal, my sweet," Astarion breathed, since a gift from beyond the stars was certainly enough of a perk up front for him to want them to meet again. Anything more than that could come later- assuming things worked out, Astarion had all the time in the world.
A shudder raced down his spine as the other man traced his finger down along his ear, a slight red flush coloring his pale white almost pearlescent skin, and he arched his back to push up into the hand toying with his nipple, the nub hardening beneath Thrawn's touch- his soft gasps indicating that he was sensitive there as well.
However good the touch felt however, he was as focused on Thrawn's pleasure as Thrawn was on his- pushing himself down on his cock, thighs squeezing around his hips as he used his legs to pull him in- the slap of Thrawn's hips against his backside and the bed rattling against the wall with each motion almost obscenely loud- certainly heard throughout the tavern, though likely blending in with the chatter and clatter of people coming and going.
Louder still to Astarion though was the beat of Thrawn's heart, the rush of blood through his veins, his mouth trailing up toward where he could feel his pulse racing under that cool blue skin, teasing the spot with teeth and tongue though careful to not leave any marks, even as his fingers tightened their hold on dark strands.
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A shudder raced down his spine as the other man traced his finger down along his ear, a slight red flush coloring his pale white almost pearlescent skin, and he arched his back to push up into the hand toying with his nipple, the nub hardening beneath Thrawn's touch- his soft gasps indicating that he was sensitive there as well.
However good the touch felt however, he was as focused on Thrawn's pleasure as Thrawn was on his- pushing himself down on his cock, thighs squeezing around his hips as he used his legs to pull him in- the slap of Thrawn's hips against his backside and the bed rattling against the wall with each motion almost obscenely loud- certainly heard throughout the tavern, though likely blending in with the chatter and clatter of people coming and going.
Louder still to Astarion though was the beat of Thrawn's heart, the rush of blood through his veins, his mouth trailing up toward where he could feel his pulse racing under that cool blue skin, teasing the spot with teeth and tongue though careful to not leave any marks, even as his fingers tightened their hold on dark strands.
"Harder-"