Astarion groaned as fingers dug into his thighs, the faint hint of pain making his muscles tense briefly, very much enjoying it. Pre-cum was beading at the tip of his cock- already leaking, leaving a slight spatter of white over the blue skin of Thrawn's abdomen as he moved- keeping each lift of his hips and each move back down torturously slow. No need to make round two end too quickly.

He did only tease for so long though- starting to move quicker as Thrawn's hands roamed over his chest- the cool fingers moving over his skin making him sigh with pleasure. Feeling a tad neglected though, he kept one hand braced against Thrawn's thigh, while the other moved so he could wrap his fingers around himself- stroking himself in time with the thrusts.

Being in control of the pace also made it easier to focus on Thrawn's pleasure as much as his own- relaxing each time he pushed himself down, and squeezing tightly around the length inside him with each move up- effectively milking his cock as he rode him. Thrawn, much like himself, was likely oversensitive in the aftermath of that first orgasm.

But that certainly wasn't going to stop him from ensuring that the second would be as good or even better.