"They are certainly-" Astarion began, apparently happy to keep quipping even though his voice had gone decidedly breathier and he was speaking through soft little gasps, though cut himself off as Thrawn shifted- the new angle hitting that spot inside of him and along with the way those ridges raked over his sensitive rim pushing him over the edge before he even quite registered that he'd even been so close to it.

His mouth fell open as he let out a strangled cry of pleasure, back arching and his head tilting back as his eyes closed, the hand still holding onto the headboard tightening until he could swear he felt the wood almost giving away and cracking beneath his fingers as he tightened and spasmed around the cock inside him and spilled himself into Thrawn's hand- using his legs to keep him buried inside him, thighs squeezing tightly around the other man's hips.

"Fuck-!"

Astarion swore he could see stars and colors dancing at the edges of his vision as he opened his eyes to look up at the man- like he'd been hit with a color spray spell- breathing uneven from the little rushes of pleasure still racing up his spine leaving him still twitching and tightening around the other man- though he could at least shift his legs around him to let him move again.