Eli closed his eyes once more, leaning into the kiss, relief flowing through him at getting that small bit of satisfaction. Astarion kissed good. Eli was years out of practice, but he tried not to think about that, and just let himself enjoy this.

Thrawn could call on him at any time, but Eli couldn't bring himself to care at the moment.

Feeling daring, Eli did what he'd wanted to do before, and gently ran his fingers through Astarion's hair, tracing his curls.