Thrawn gazed at Astarion suspiciously for a moment. His hesitance, his body language, all told him that there was something he didn't want Thrawn to see. Something on his back, most likely. Thrawn could only guess as to what it was, be it a scar, an embarrassing birthmark, or a birth defect. Whatever it was, Thrawn was willing to let Astarion have his secrets for now.

"Very well, then. That sounds enjoyable too."

Pulling out of Astarion, shivering at the sudden feeling of air on his cock, Thrawn rolled off of the elf and lay on his back. His hand wrapped around himself, stroking himself to get hard again, using the remains of his own cum as lubricant.