Human hands were hot, human mouths even more so. Fingers twitched slightly in Eli's hair as Astarion closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, tilting his head back to let the breath back out slowly. Looking back down at the other man, he smirked- "There's a good boy, darling. Now, faster."

Praise purred softly, followed by a sharp command, as long fingers tightened in dark hair- not yet pushing Eli's head down, but using his grip to further punctuate that he could.

And since Eli had been kind enough to remove his shoes, he could also move a foot to run up along his inner thigh- trailing it threateningly close to that bulge in the human's pants. Astarion wasn't just going to sit there and take it without riling the other man up in return, after all. He could multitask.