"Mm," Astarion hummed, still coming down from his pleasure high. Getting cleaned up was probably a good idea. He imagined that he looked quite disheveled. Still flushed from sex- radiant with afterglow, he liked to imagine- but he definitely felt sweaty and there was a slickness between his legs from the other man's cum leaking out of him- making its way down along the backs of and inner thighs as he moved around. He could feel it, even positioned as he was now.

He could feel his curls sticking to his face too- how the normally perfectly arranged waves at the front was out of place.

"Or we could have a nap first."

Elves didn't sleep, of course. But given Thrawn's apparent surprise at hearing his age earlier, Astarion was banking on him not knowing that.