At this angle, Thrawn got a view of the underside of the headboard, and noticed the dents Astarion's fingers had left. Very curious. Thrawn knew that he was stronger than he looked, but to do that kind of damage...
Rational thought left him as Astarion continued to toy with him. Perhaps it should have worried him that someone could leave Thrawn in this state, where he just let his mind go blank, and he lost himself to pleasure. If Astarion was an assassin, Thrawn might not have stood a chance. If Astarion was an assassin, he thought, he would have known before they even got into bed.
He ground his pelvis against Astarion's, moaning into the kiss as pleasure coursed down his groin and to the tips of his toes. His hand toyed with Astarion's curls, before tracing the tip of a pointed ear.
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Rational thought left him as Astarion continued to toy with him. Perhaps it should have worried him that someone could leave Thrawn in this state, where he just let his mind go blank, and he lost himself to pleasure. If Astarion was an assassin, Thrawn might not have stood a chance. If Astarion was an assassin, he thought, he would have known before they even got into bed.
He ground his pelvis against Astarion's, moaning into the kiss as pleasure coursed down his groin and to the tips of his toes. His hand toyed with Astarion's curls, before tracing the tip of a pointed ear.