Someone was certainly eager. Astarion was almost surprised that Eli managed to work his pants open so easily given that the way his outfit was laced was likely as foreign to him as the uniforms were to Astarion. He said nothing of the sort, of course- moving to let the other man pull his pants and underwear down more easily and hissing softly as his cock sprung free, before settling on the bed again.

He moved one hand to rest back against the bed so he could brace himself on his arm, the way he sat making the muscles of his stomach flex rather enticingly, and he spread his legs to allow the other man easy access.

The vampire breathed out through his nose as warm fingers wrapped around him, a shiver running up his spine at the feel of those lips and that hot tongue dragging up along his cock. His eyes remained open though, that red seeming darker with lust, and his free hand came to rest on the back of Eli's head, fingers curling lightly into his hair- allowing him free rein for now but with the implication being that Astarion could take that control from him.

"Good boy," He purred- offering him just a little bit of praise too to see whether or not he liked that as well.