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It's Not a Software Glitch

Sometimes the crew of the Chimaera figured that high command sent them on missions to the Unknown Region just so they didn't have to acknowledge the alien Grand Admiral for a while. Thrawn just took such assignments in stride. Scouts had reported the discovery of a backwater planet near the Unknown Region, and their reports sounded rather strange. A world host to many different native sapient races, able to do strange things that science couldn't explain, which hadn't become space-faring or even technologically caught up to most of the galaxy.

Thrawn was to send a camera crew down to film the planet, both as intel and as potential propaganda material. 'See what these people are going through and how nice would it be if the Empire helped them?' and all that. Thus the Chimaera had taken residence over a large city, later identified as Baldur's Gate, much to the citizens' horror and awe. Apparently their world was no stranger to invaders from another realm.

It was during one of these filming sessions that the crew ran into a rather odd glitch. They filmed a small group of seven people, but only six were showing up on the camera. They could see the man with their own eyes, he was right there, and yet no matter what, he just wasn't showing up on camera. Immediately the group had gone to the tavern where they were staying and reported this to Thrawn. The only explanation was that it was a software glitch, unlike anything they'd seen before. That explanation didn't satisfy Thrawn.

Curiosity immediately piqued, Thrawn asked for a description of the man and the location of where they'd captured the footage, and off he went. He had a pair of Death Troopers, in civilian clothes, nearby just in case, and Thrawn himself wore a hood and sunglasses, which did little to hide his alien features.

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Thrawn took note of the way Astarion reacted to his touch, and circled the nipple again before pinching it, then did the same to the other one.

Perhaps he should have been more concerned about the noise they were making, with the Death Troopers right outside, hearing their primary doing this. Nevermind the patrons who could certainly hear the creaking of the bed. It would cause a bit of a scandal if word of this got out. Somehow that just made it more exciting.

He hissed as Astarion tugged on his hair, an oddly reptilian sound, and did as he was asked, thrusting harder into Astarion. The other man was deceptively strong, and Thrawn knew he could take it.

He gazed down at his lover. "Your skin seems to shimmer like pearls... you truly are a living work of art."

Astarion groaned and hissed at the pinch to his nipple, arching up into the touch more, the motion shifting Thrawn inside him a little- pulling a louder noise from him, a loud little ah-! in response to how the ridges along the underside of his cock dragged over his entrance. The feeling was positively alien but definitely good, and his own cock twitched in response to the feeling, sending another spatter of precum spilling over his pale stomach.

The sound of that hiss brought a little smirk to his face, fingers tightening further in those dark silky strands before releasing and brushing along his scalp to soothe the sting, touch feather-light.

"Where was that sweet talk when you were going on about my curls earlier, hm?" He asked, voice decidedly breathier though still with a certain calculated seductiveness, words coming through soft gasps each time Thrawn thrust into him, red eyes dark with lust as he looked up at the other man though long lashes, "I far prefer being told I'm- mm- beautiful-"

The hand in Thrawn's hair moved- leaving him entirely to reach between them to wrap around his own cock- feeling the need for stimulation there and apparently content to do that for himself rather than ask the other man to touch him- though he certainly wouldn't resist should Thrawn wish to take over that task.

"Mm... perhaps seeing you laid bare before me helped..." Thrawn still thought the curls were an attractive feature, accenting his ears and framing his lovely face rather well. Perhaps the comparison to art had also been one of the reasons Thrawn had allowed Astarion to seduce him.

Seeing where the man's hand went, Thrawn took his wrist and pinned it down next to his head on the pillow. He took over, wrapping long fingers around Astarion's cock, slicking it up with precum, and stroking it at an even pace. All the while he kept thrusting hard and fast into him, alternating between gasps and moans.

"You like how I feel, don't you?"

Astarion's eyes briefly flicked to his hand as Thrawn pinned him down by the wrist, though he was quick to turn his attention back to him- a shiver racing down his spine as the other man's fingers wrapped around his cock, sending a rush of pleasure through him and making the muscles of his stomach contract and his legs twitched and then squeezed tighter around him as he let out a pleasured sigh.

"Mm- I could ask the same of you," He purred, definitely liking the feel, but deciding that he didn't want to give him the satisfaction so easily. Lust-darkened eyes and white porcelain-like skin dusted with a red flush likely told him enough, so he felt like Thrawn should have to work a little harder to get the reward of hearing him say it, "You seem to be liking how I feel quite a bit, darling-"

To punctuate that, he clenched around him- squeezing tighter around his cock. Idly pondering whether he'd be rewarded with another hiss- or perhaps a curse.

Even lost in pleasure, Astarion still had it in him to regain some dominance. Thrawn liked this one a lot. Rational thought left him for a moment as Astarion clenched around him, and Astarion was lucky enough that Thrawn hissed in response, and then followed it up with a curse in Cheunh.

If that was how the elf wanted to play it... "Indeed I do. You take me so well," He purred. "But I have the sense that you rather like my ridges. They must be quite exotic to you."

He shifted his hips, looking for Astarion's sweet spot, assuming that elves had them too.

"They are certainly-" Astarion began, apparently happy to keep quipping even though his voice had gone decidedly breathier and he was speaking through soft little gasps, though cut himself off as Thrawn shifted- the new angle hitting that spot inside of him and along with the way those ridges raked over his sensitive rim pushing him over the edge before he even quite registered that he'd even been so close to it.

His mouth fell open as he let out a strangled cry of pleasure, back arching and his head tilting back as his eyes closed, the hand still holding onto the headboard tightening until he could swear he felt the wood almost giving away and cracking beneath his fingers as he tightened and spasmed around the cock inside him and spilled himself into Thrawn's hand- using his legs to keep him buried inside him, thighs squeezing tightly around the other man's hips.

"Fuck-!"

Astarion swore he could see stars and colors dancing at the edges of his vision as he opened his eyes to look up at the man- like he'd been hit with a color spray spell- breathing uneven from the little rushes of pleasure still racing up his spine leaving him still twitching and tightening around the other man- though he could at least shift his legs around him to let him move again.

Thrawn smiled with satisfaction as he saw and felt Astarion climax first, pleased that he'd brought the elf to completion. He then let his mind drift into a lustful haze, losing himself inside Astarion, thrusting even harder into him, mind going blank. As his orgasm hit him, his vision went white and he cursed in Cheunh again. For the moment, there was just the two of them, with the rest of the galaxy nonexistent.

As he came back down, he gazed down at Astarion, eyes glittering. He wasn't sure if he'd ever come that hard before. It was bliss.

Long fingers ran through Astarion's hair, feeling his curls, as he leaned in to kiss the elf. "You were... breathtaking," He whispered against Astarion's lips.

Thrawn losing himself in him kept pulling soft keens and yelps from him as he was fucked through the over-sensitive aftermath of his orgasm, still a shivering and shaking mess as Thrawn finally buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside of him, giving him a chance to finally catch his breath.

He released his hold on the headboard- conveniently ignoring the fact that he could see that he'd left indentations on the underside of the wood from his fingernails- to reach up and brush strands of black hair that had come loose back from the other man's face.

The look on his face was one of satisfaction, though his eyes were quick to regain the glimmer of playfulness they'd held before, along with the smirk playing on those perfectly shaped lips as Thrawn kissed him, "It was certainly satisfactory. The way you lost yourself in me so completely."

"Perhaps it was the thrill of being with another species," Thrawn mused, logic returning to him. "Or years of pent up needs. Or perhaps I simply find myself drawn towards you. Either way, I must say that you left me more satisfied than any previous partner."

Thrawn made no move to pull out right away, savoring the feeling of just being inside Astarion, even as his cock began to go flaccid. His hand finally let go of Astarion's cock, and he examined the semen covering it. Feeling suddenly naughty, he licked a little bit of it off his palm. Interesting taste.

The find over found was interesting. They'd slept together, after all. Most people who slept with him were done with the finding part of being drawn to him at this point, unless Astarion made the effort to keep them with him. To lure them.

But he wasn't really doing that here. Not yet, at any rate.

"Yes, I do think the entire building knows how satisfied I've left you, darling," He hummed, brows raising at the way he licked the cum off of his palm. If he was in the mood to do that, then Astarion was more than happy to play ball- taking Thrawn's hand to clean every drop of his own cum off of him, tongue laving over long fingers and soft lips pressing to the tips of them- holding his gaze as he worked- letting go once he was done and reaching to pull him down into a kiss, slipping his tongue into his mouth.

It was certainly a better way of getting a taste after all.

When Thrawn found something, or someone, he liked, he wasn't so keen to let them slip away. If the Empire was planning to establish a foothold within this world, it would give Thrawn a convenient excuse to keep visiting Astarion. He hadn't allowed himself to have much of a personal life since he'd come to the Empire.

"Perhaps we can introduce the innkeeper to the concept of sound-proofing." His mouth suddenly went dry as Astarion licked his hand clean, shuddering as that tongue laved over his palm and fingers. As they kissed, and Thrawn tasted the other man's cum, his cock stirred slightly.

Breaking the kiss, Thrawn whispered, "If you keep this up, I doubt either of us will be able to walk tomorrow."

"Mm, the sound-proofing would be seen as an unnecessary cost," Astarion mused as he pulled back from the kiss, tilting his head to the side to look toward the door, "Just listen..."

Chatter from downstairs. Singing heard from somewhere above suggesting that a bard had set up shop on the roof. The creaking of old wooden floors. The creaking of beds in other rooms. Moans, the slap of flesh against flesh, and curses from other couples going at it. All sounds mingling together to create a backdrop of noise. A typical tavern, really. Especially in this part of town.

"The establishments in the upper city are a little better."

At least the Elfsong had actual rooms. Not like some of the flophouses where having sex was risky to say the least.

Turning his attention back to Thrawn, his lips curled into a playful smile as he squeezed around the cock still inside him, and shifted his hips slightly, "Oh, I'm more than alright with going another round. Or two. Or three."

Thrawn listened, sharp Chiss ears picking up the various noises from all around them. How very vulgar, listening in on others' lovemaking, even though Thrawn knew that others had heard him and Astarion just as well. This was something that was all but unheard of in the Ascendancy, where sex was a much more private matter.

He shuddered as Astarion tightened around him, arousing him yet again. "You are insatiable. Won't your traveling group wonder where you are?"

The way Astarion spoke about one of the men in the video, Thrawn assumed there was a sense of familiarity among that group.

"Given that you're not saying no, so are you."

Had Thrawn outright said no, Astarion would have given it a rest. He had accomplished what he'd set out to do after all. Giving the other man a few pleasant memories that hopefully would allow Astarion to gain something should Thrawn's Empire decide to make themselves at home.

But he was quite happy to keep winding him around his little finger. It wasn't luring so much as it was making himself comfortable as a good memory in the other man's mind. And it did feel good for him too.

"And my companions are quite used to me sauntering in and out as I please. It's not as though they're my keepers or anything."

Sometimes Astarion thought a few of them saw him rather like a cat. And it was a comparison that he didn't resent. He quite enjoyed the freedom of it.

"I know where to find them even if they don't know where to find me."

"Chiss have more stamina than the average human," Thrawn wasn't bragging, but merely stating a fact. Perhaps he should have simply called it a day and let them both go on their ways, but he found that he didn't want to leave Astarion's company. The man had truly done a good job at seducing him.

"Perhaps a different position this time? Say, with you face-down?" Might as well use this as a chance to experiment, he figured.

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"So do elves."

As elves went Astarion's stamina could probably be considered on the low end, but he still operated on an entirely different baseline than humans did. He turned his head just so so that the light shining in from the window hit those white curls just-so as he pondered Thrawn's proposition.

Laid out on the bed as he was, curls messy, skin almost pearlescent in its luster, he liked to imagine he was a vision.

"Hm..."

He reached up to toy with Thrawn's hair as he pondered, long fingers curling strands of blue-black hair around them, "Might I recommend letting me ride you instead? Eager as I'm sure you are to hold me down by my curls and rail me from behind, it's not fair to have you do all the work."

The scars on his back couldn't hurt him any more. They were just scars. Just memories. Cazador was dead. Astarion had made damn sure of that.

But he was having good enough of a time that he'd rather not have any questions should Thrawn turn out to be the type to ask them. Astarion hadn't ever seen those scars for himself- only knew their shape because someone else had been kind enough to draw them out for him. But scarification was a thing. A deliberate act for some, using a blade as their brush and their skin a canvas to carry their artwork.

And given his partner's art thing, Astarion would prefer avoiding any conversation about the scars he carried on his back by offering an alternative that would make the conversation a bit less likely to happen.

Thrawn gazed at Astarion suspiciously for a moment. His hesitance, his body language, all told him that there was something he didn't want Thrawn to see. Something on his back, most likely. Thrawn could only guess as to what it was, be it a scar, an embarrassing birthmark, or a birth defect. Whatever it was, Thrawn was willing to let Astarion have his secrets for now.

"Very well, then. That sounds enjoyable too."

Pulling out of Astarion, shivering at the sudden feeling of air on his cock, Thrawn rolled off of the elf and lay on his back. His hand wrapped around himself, stroking himself to get hard again, using the remains of his own cum as lubricant.

"Oh, it will be."

He let out a breathy little sigh as Thrawn pulled out of him to roll over onto his back, red eyes flicking down as he reached to stroke himself- watching him for a moment before he followed to position himself over him- straddling his thighs for now as he reached for the vial of oil on the nightstand so he could slick his fingers up and reach to take over for the other man- fingers wrapping firmly around him to stroke, already much more skillful with how he handled those ridges.

In this new position he could feel the way Thrawn's cum was leaking out of him- a trail of white slowly making its way down along his pale inner thigh- but he wasn't too concerned about it.

Chances were they were both going to need to clean themselves up rather thoroughly after all this.

Thrawn took his hand away from his cock to let Astarion take care of him, those skilled fingers working him and making him get hard again. The man was a fast learner, it seemed. Thrawn wondered what else that clever mind of his could do, outside of the bedroom.

He watched his semen leak out of Astarion and drip down his leg, finding the sight unbelievably erotic. How he wanted to catch it with his fingers, push it back inside the elf.

Laying back, he let out a soft moan, locking eyes with Astarion as he got hard. "I put myself in your talented hands, my pale friend."

A fast learner indeed- where earlier he had been curiously feeling his way around and getting a sense of what Thrawn liked, this time around he was more confident. Long fingers wrapping tightly around him, starting at a languid pace and quickening it as his cock hardened- thumb sliding across those pronounced ridges along the underside and toying with the sensitive head each time he brought his hand up.

"In my talented and capable hands, you mean."

With his free hand he reached for the vial of oil again, further slicking him up before shifting his position so that he was straddling his hips, leaning forward and bracing himself against the headboard again with his free hand, while the other wrapped around both their cocks as he pressed them together, bucking his hips to rub their cocks against each other- no need to rush anything after all. Instead going for something that would rile them both up further as he leaned down to capture the other man's lips in a kiss.

At this angle, Thrawn got a view of the underside of the headboard, and noticed the dents Astarion's fingers had left. Very curious. Thrawn knew that he was stronger than he looked, but to do that kind of damage...

Rational thought left him as Astarion continued to toy with him. Perhaps it should have worried him that someone could leave Thrawn in this state, where he just let his mind go blank, and he lost himself to pleasure. If Astarion was an assassin, Thrawn might not have stood a chance. If Astarion was an assassin, he thought, he would have known before they even got into bed.

He ground his pelvis against Astarion's, moaning into the kiss as pleasure coursed down his groin and to the tips of his toes. His hand toyed with Astarion's curls, before tracing the tip of a pointed ear.

Thrawn's responsiveness to his touches was delightful- the way that cock hardened for him again so quickly, the way his hips bucked up against his, into the shared friction of their cocks pressed together, of Astarion's long fingers wrapped around them both. The way he moaned against the kiss.

A shiver ran down Astarion's spine as fingers came to toy with the tip his ear again, and he sighed against the other man's lips, pulling back to nip at it and then soothe the bite with his tongue.

He kept rocking against him- movement slow and firm to rile him up further, and then released- reaching for the vial of oil again and pouring the rest of it over the other man's cock to leave him slick as could be before setting the vial aside so that he could push himself back up into more of an upright position on his knees, reaching behind himself to line Thrawn's cock up with his entrance before pushing down to take him inside with a groan, eyes closing and his head tilted back as he slowly lowered himself onto him- reaching back to brace his hands behind himself, rested against the other man's thighs.

Whether Thrawn wanted to stay laying down or sit up so that he could continue touching him more easily was something he'd have to decide for himself- until then, Astarion was happy to move ever so slowly in taking him inside- inch by inch, squeezing around him all the while.

"Mmh-"

Thrawn's eyes closed and he moaned softly as he filled Astarion again, hips bucking up into the other man, slicked by oil and his semen. He truly knew how to please a man. So talented, Thrawn was like clay in his hands. Astarion could ask for the world and Thrawn would give it to him.

His fingers dug into Astarion's thigh, dull nails leaving red marks on the pale skin. Thrawn kept his nails neatly trimmed, so they didn't break the skin. Such an interesting contrast, with his blue fingers against that alabaster skin.

Turning his head and letting out a louder moan, Thrawn's eyes cracked open. He hadn't noticed before that there was a mirror behind a screen. Perhaps he'd been just that eager that he hadn't taken an inventory of the room. He paused for a split second.

He saw himself, of course. But Astarion wasn't reflected. Thus, it looked like Thrawn was thrusting his hips up into thin air, and an invisible force was rocking the bed in time with him. So, whatever hid Astarion from cameras also did so for mirrors. But why?

Not wanting to make Astarion suspicious, he faced upward again, reaching up to run his hands along the other man's chest.

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.

Thrawn was still curious about the mirror trick, but chose to focus on their lovemaking instead. He was still oversensitive from before, but didn't want to come too quickly, and leave Astarion disappointed. He bit his lip as the elf tightened around him, letting out a muffled gasp, meeting each of his thrusts.

He watched Astarion play with himself, and decided to assist, but using his thumb to prod and stroke at the slit of his lover's cock. He then licked the precum off the digit, giving Astarion something to look at.

"I want to watch and feel you paint my chest when you come."

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