Thrawn took note of the way Astarion reacted to his touch, and circled the nipple again before pinching it, then did the same to the other one.
Perhaps he should have been more concerned about the noise they were making, with the Death Troopers right outside, hearing their primary doing this. Nevermind the patrons who could certainly hear the creaking of the bed. It would cause a bit of a scandal if word of this got out. Somehow that just made it more exciting.
He hissed as Astarion tugged on his hair, an oddly reptilian sound, and did as he was asked, thrusting harder into Astarion. The other man was deceptively strong, and Thrawn knew he could take it.
He gazed down at his lover. "Your skin seems to shimmer like pearls... you truly are a living work of art."
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Perhaps he should have been more concerned about the noise they were making, with the Death Troopers right outside, hearing their primary doing this. Nevermind the patrons who could certainly hear the creaking of the bed. It would cause a bit of a scandal if word of this got out. Somehow that just made it more exciting.
He hissed as Astarion tugged on his hair, an oddly reptilian sound, and did as he was asked, thrusting harder into Astarion. The other man was deceptively strong, and Thrawn knew he could take it.
He gazed down at his lover. "Your skin seems to shimmer like pearls... you truly are a living work of art."