Astarion groaned and hissed at the pinch to his nipple, arching up into the touch more, the motion shifting Thrawn inside him a little- pulling a louder noise from him, a loud little ah-! in response to how the ridges along the underside of his cock dragged over his entrance. The feeling was positively alien but definitely good, and his own cock twitched in response to the feeling, sending another spatter of precum spilling over his pale stomach.

The sound of that hiss brought a little smirk to his face, fingers tightening further in those dark silky strands before releasing and brushing along his scalp to soothe the sting, touch feather-light.

"Where was that sweet talk when you were going on about my curls earlier, hm?" He asked, voice decidedly breathier though still with a certain calculated seductiveness, words coming through soft gasps each time Thrawn thrust into him, red eyes dark with lust as he looked up at the other man though long lashes, "I far prefer being told I'm- mm- beautiful-"

The hand in Thrawn's hair moved- leaving him entirely to reach between them to wrap around his own cock- feeling the need for stimulation there and apparently content to do that for himself rather than ask the other man to touch him- though he certainly wouldn't resist should Thrawn wish to take over that task.