Thrawn losing himself in him kept pulling soft keens and yelps from him as he was fucked through the over-sensitive aftermath of his orgasm, still a shivering and shaking mess as Thrawn finally buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside of him, giving him a chance to finally catch his breath.

He released his hold on the headboard- conveniently ignoring the fact that he could see that he'd left indentations on the underside of the wood from his fingernails- to reach up and brush strands of black hair that had come loose back from the other man's face.

The look on his face was one of satisfaction, though his eyes were quick to regain the glimmer of playfulness they'd held before, along with the smirk playing on those perfectly shaped lips as Thrawn kissed him, "It was certainly satisfactory. The way you lost yourself in me so completely."