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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 ground his hips against Astarion, his cock already starting to get hard, straining against his crisp white pants. Assuming that he liked the attention to his neck, Thrawn pulled back slightly and undid the other man's shirt collar, pulling it down to expose more of his skin.

Observant eyes noticed the twin puncture scars on Astarion's neck. They were uniform, and evenly spaced apart. Some kind of twin-pronged weapon, perhaps? Or perhaps an orc or tiefling had bit him, since they had sharp canines.

Deciding to ask about them later, Thrawn leaned back in to lick the other side of Astarion's neck.

Given how quickly Thrawn's body was responding to stimulation, Astarion wondered how long it had been since he indulged in the touch of another. Not that he was unaffected himself- heat pooling in his belly, his own cock starting to harden though not yet straining against his underwear- that was likely to change soon enough though as he moved his hand to the other man's ass and pulled him down against him firmly at the same time as he pressed up. Guiding the buck of Thrawn's hips into a slow rhythm.

Keeping that hand where it was, the one in his hair moved- seeing no need to keep Thrawn's head where it was when the man seemed content to go for his neck, making Astarion's breath hitch- moving it instead to tug at his tunic.

Thrawn seemed to be a strong enough man- Astarion trusted him to be able to keep himself braced with one arm so that he could shimmy the tunic off with just a minor shift in position. One that wouldn't necessitate parting from each other.

Thrawn found himself glad that these tunics opened from the front, and therefor he could keep grinding and kissing his partner as Astarion disrobed him. Normally Thrawn wore an undershirt with his uniform, but today he'd gone without, since he'd be wearing a cloak and he didn't want to wear too many layers. He braced himself with one arm as the tunic slipped off him, baring his chest.

He took his head away from Astarion's neck to tend to the rest of his own clothes, seeking out buttons to undo, wanting to touch his skin.

"Aren't you eager?" Astarion teased, a slight twitch of his brow indicating that he wasn't all too pleased with Thrawn pulling away from his neck so soon, though he didn't comment given that he was certain the man intended to get back to it soon enough.

He wrapped his legs around him then- so he could free up both hands while still keeping Thrawn against him- and moved his hands to help him with the clasps and buttons of his outfit. Given how quickly and easily he did it, it was easy enough to assume that he was fairly used to undressing himself even when entangled with a partner- though that was nothing to ponder now.

He was perhaps a bit slimmer beneath than one might expect- a frame that suited the rogue that he was- but that skin was pale and cool to the touch. It did seem like he took as much case to keep his body without scars as he did taking care of his hands as his skin was soft and without any blemishes- though of course unbeknownst to Thrawn, that was only true when one looked at him from the front.

"Not that I mind. It's rather endearing."

"Perhaps I have deprived myself of such things for far too long." Thrawn was a career man, and always put his duties before his personal wants. He had no time for relationships or finding pleasure with another. If he ever got the urge and needed gratification, he just used his hands.

Thrawn admired Astarion's body, running his hands along his chest, the skin just as cool as the rest of him. Thrawn himself had some scars on his chest, from blaster fire. It would have been much worse were it not for his CEDF uniform protecting him.

As he lowered his head to press kisses to Astarion's chest, making his way back up to his neck, his hand went to the other man's groin, searching for a zipper or button to undo his fly and get them off.

"Truly? That's not healthy, you know."

The eagerness was adorable- but Astarion couldn't understand the thought behind depriving oneself of pleasure. Or power. Or anything. Thrawn seemed a powerful man, so it was odd that he didn't have people lining up to sleep with him on a nightly basis. Sure there was no emotion in it, but pure carnal lust only needed to be pure carnal lust.

The elf sighed softly at those cool hands running over his chest, arching up into his touch slightly, and as Thrawn followed it up by trailing his lips up along his chest and to his neck, he pondered how many people would fall for him had it been them in bed with the alien rather than him. After all, the way he moved was almost reverent.

He slipped a hand down between them- assisting him in undoing the buttons on his trousers and lifting his hips up slightly so that they could easily be pulled off of him.

"I'm sure there are those who would give you pleasure as freely as I wish to if you care to look for them."

Of course this wasn't free and they both knew it. But why ruin the moment with the knowledge that they were both looking to get something out of this besides shared ecstasy.

"I usually have other things on my mind," Thrawn replied. Battle plans, plans for the Empire, the Ascendancy, trying to distract himself from homesickness, for example. Of course, even some of the other Grand Admirals probably made time for things like romance or sex.

"However, I find you worth indulging in." Astarion had offered, and Thrawn was willing. Letting himself be seduced wasn't a tactic he ever used, but it could come in handy for this particular situation. And if he could have a little fun, that was a nice bonus.

With Astarion's pants loosened, Thrawn began to slide them off the pale elf, along with his undergarments, encouraging him to lift his ass up just long enough to assist Thrawn.

"Lucky me."

That definitely wasn't the whole truth. Astarion thought Thrawn was probably more of a curious man than one who simply found him worth indulging in for his appearance. Astarion knew he was beautiful- but Baldur's Gate had plenty of other beautiful elven men that would have given Thrawn their attention had he approached them.

He kept his hips lifted long enough for Thrawn to tug his pants and underwear down, sighing at the feeling of his cock springing free from the fabric. He was still only half hard, but it still felt nice. Figuring that he should return the favor, he reached for Thrawn's pants- eyes focused on Thrawn's face even as he fumbled to get his pants open. He was good with his hands after all- didn't even really need to look even if Thrawn's clothing was a bit different from what he was familiar with.

He leaned up to claim the other man's mouth with his own again as he slipped his hands into his pants- those long slender fingers skillfully stroking him through his underwear. His eyebrows did raise a tad even as he kissed the other man- feeling ridges along the underside of his cock which was different. Nothing he couldn't handle though, already moving his fingers differently- toying with him through the fabric to see whether or not he liked a lot of attention paid to them or not.

His free hand came to rest at his hip for now- fingers gently digging into blue skin. A gentle, yet insistent hold to keep him from bucking into his hand. Thrawn seemed the dominant sort- but Astarion would hardly act the blushing virgin in need of guidance.

Thrawn kissed back, allowing Astarion to undress him, sighing into his mouth as he felt hands on his legs, Astarion's pale skin touching his blue flesh. Even though Astarion hadn't removed Thrawn's underwear, Thrawn was patient and could wait. If Astarion wanted to tease, he could tease away, for it would make the intercourse all the sweeter.

He moaned into Astarion's mouth as he touched him through the fabric of his underwear, his hips trembling, wanting to lean into the touch, only prevented by his lover's grip. Arousal pooled inside him at the curious touch, wanting to feel those fingers some more.

As they kissed, Thrawn decided to return the favor, his hand going between them to take Astarion's cock in hand. Long fingers wrapped around the shaft, while his thumb toyed with the head.

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Thrawn had seemed like such a stoic man when they'd met and for most of their conversation. In bed though, it seemed he was more inclined to make noise- Astarion himself was quieter- shuddering when Thrawn's fingers wrapped around him, with a sharp intake of breath through his nose but no noise aside from that and his back arching ever so slightly.

He was content to keep kissing him though- tongue slipping into his mouth when the other man moaned.

The fingers at Thrawn's him kneaded into his flesh before releasing him, hand slipping down further to grab at his ass, his thigh. Letting Thrawn tilt forward into the hand stroking him through his underwear should he desire to. His fingers were tracing over the ridges he could feel- curious, yet skillful. Moving in whatever way got the best reaction from him.

Thrawn's cock felt full and heavy and like it was straining against the fabric of his underwear- had Astarion's mouth not been otherwise occupied, he might have commended the man on his patience.

While Thrawn had taken few sexual partners in his life, he still remembered enough that he was confident that he could please Astarion. The elf, on the other hand, knew what he was doing all too well. In his two-hundred years of life, he'd had time to become very experienced indeed, and Thrawn was likely just the most recent link in a long line of lovers. Thrawn wasn't entirely surprised, given how charming Astarion was.

Thrawn leaned into the touch, now that Astarion was letting him do so. Thrawn rather liked that Astarion was giving as good at he got, and wasn't just laying back and submitting.

Still, if Astarion could tease, so could Thrawn. He released the other man's cock, fingers instead trailing to his inner thigh, rubbing small circles, tortuously close to his scrotum.

Edited 2023-10-20 22:11 (UTC)

Thrawn was so quick in leaning into his touch- Astarion would have taken his time with it, had their roles been reversed. But then, it seemed rather like Thrawn was touch-starved. Like he hadn't felt the touch of another man in years. It did leave Astarion wondering just why he had decided to give in to his seduction so easily, but well.

He was beautiful. Maybe Thrawn had just wanted to experience that for himself, just as much as the two of them wanted to use each other. Learn about each other.

Sighing against Thrawn's lips, he couldn't help but smile slightly into the kiss as he felt fingers trail along his inner thigh, shifting a little beneath him. The hand at Thrawn's cock became more confident- fingers and palm rubbing up and down along his length, trailing along the ridges there. Slipping lower to cup and massage his balls before moving back up. His rhythm was slow and firm- though not aimed to push Thrawn over any edge besides perhaps the edge of his patience. Not yet.

His other hand was still grabbing at his ass, his thigh, his side- feeling the muscle beneath his slender fingers. Thrawn's body was quite impressive for someone who obviously wasn't supposed to be in the middle of any fighting.

Astarion pulled back from the kiss then, mouth finding its way to Thrawn's neck- nipping at his skin, leaving marks in its wake. He was mindful of his teeth though, so as to not draw any blood.

It had been so long, perhaps Thrawn had made himself forget just how good it could feel to engage in his lusts with another man. Had he been like this with previous lovers? Or had he gotten more quiet and reserved in bed as he and his previous boyfriends engaged in sex more often? Would he be more quite and stoic if he and Astarion had sex again?

Perhaps he was more touch-starved than he liked to admit. Or perhaps he was tired of being lonely. And he had been lonely, no matter how much he tried to tell himself that he wasn't.

He moaned softly as Astarion toyed with his balls, making him even more aroused. As his lover went for his neck, Thrawn gasped softly.

"I don't suppose you have any lubrication on hand?"

Definitely touch-starved, Astarion thought. But it was pleasing how quickly Thrawn's body responded to his touches. The way he could feel his cock straining against his underwear, the tension in his muscles. The quickened breathing and the way Astarion could hear the pounding of his heart, feel the beat of his pulse beneath his lips as he kissed at his neck, working his teeth over blue skin until he left a mark there.

He wasn't unaffected either- his own cock full and twitching and leaking precum, his breathing heavier.

Pulling back from the other man's neck with a drag of his slick tongue over where he'd just nipped, his arousal was likely clearer to see- desire clear in those red eyes.

"Mm, over there, darling- Bedside table-" He hummed, moving the hand that had been at Thrawn's side to gesture toward the drawer on the bedside table where there would be a glass bottle with lubrication. Considering the room they were in, it was always a complimentary inclusion.

Astarion liked the lubrication they used at Sharess' Caress more, but neither of them could really complain all things considered.

"You're sure you want me like this, by the way? We could trade places again."

It had been a while since Astarion had bottomed for anyone- not usually what people who slept with him were looking for. Though he didn't mind.

Thrawn gasped softly at those teeth, noting that they felt rather sharp. It also occurred to him in the back of his mind that Astarion had always smiled in such a way that didn't reveal too many teeth. Of course, tieflings and githyanki also had pointed teeth, so perhaps it wasn't unheard of among elves either.

Logical thought fled at the feel of teeth and tongue again, meeting Astarion's eyes. "I want you like this, yes. I think you'll find that you'll enjoy it." He'd noticed Astarion's interest in his alien genitals.

Reaching for the drawer, Thrawn pulled out the oil and set it on top of the bedside table for now. Reaching down, he finally relieved himself of his underwear, wriggling around a little as he got them off and tossed them aside with the rest of his clothes. Taking the oil again, Thrawn coated two of his fingers, then pushed Astarion's legs apart with his thigh.

Eyes glittering, he remained focused on Astarion's face as he gently prodded his entrance, coating it with a fine layer of oil. Once he was satisfied, he gently slid his finger in, one knuckle at a time.

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"Confident. I like it."

Of course Astarion had been with people who were confident like that- who were certain that he'd enjoy himself, only to be so lackluster and incapable of pleasing another person that he'd had to turn on his best theatrics to make them think he was having a good time. But he'd also met a few individuals who could actually back up their claims.

Which type Thrawn was was something he'd find out shortly, he supposed.

He allowed the other man to push his legs apart, shifting obediently on the bed. He breathed in sharply as fingers brushed over his entrance, though he didn't remain idle- hands now roaming over Thrawn's sides, to his hips, his thighs- gently dragging his nails over his skin. His fingers dug into Thrawn's thighs slightly as the other man slid a finger inside of him- the feeling of the digit pushing into him making his muscles tense slightly and his cock twitched where it curved up toward his stomach, coaxing another few beads of precum out- the pale white liquid pooling just beneath his navel.

Astarion's head tilted back slightly, letting out a pleased little sigh- the angle giving the clearest look at those sharp teeth of his yet.

"Mmh-"

That was quite possibly the loudest he had gotten so far.

Thrawn may have been out of practice, but he remembered how to please a man. A sly smirk crossed his lips as he finally got a good look at all of Astarion's teeth, spotting the fangs. Just as he suspected. What that implied, he could only speculate.

He began thrusting his finger, warming Astarion up, still watching his face for any signs that his lover was in pain. His body shuddered as Astarion's fingers raked at him, possibly leaving marks. The hand not inside Astarion went to his stomach, swirling a finger through the precum.

Another finger entered Astarion and began to scissor, opening the other man up.

"My, but you are lovely like this."

His breath hitched slightly as a second finger slipped inside of him, briefly squeezing around them before willing himself to relax and let Thrawn stretch him out. The muscles of his stomach also briefly tensed, and more precum spilled from him and over the other man's fingers as he dragged his fingers across the slick that had already pooled there on his pale skin.

"And here I thought I'd been lovely since the moment you laid eyes on me," Astarion hummed, lifting his head again so that he could look up at him with a distinct look of desire now present in those red eyes, lips curled into a playful but seductive smile. His hands were still moving over the other man even as he spoke- squeezing at his thighs, his hips, his sides.

Moving so that he wouldn't shift his hips too much, he propped himself up so that he could kiss at Thrawn's neck again- nipping at his collarbone, his throat, over his pulse, beneath his ear. Anywhere likely to be sensitive.

Astarion was old enough and experienced enough to give as good as he got.

"Oh you were," Thrawn replied. "Seeing you in the grip of bliss only enhances your loveliness." Even out of practice, Thrawn could turn on the sweet talk.

He tilted his head back, so Astarion could have better access to his neck, wondering what it would feel like to get bitten by those teeth. Would Astarion bite hard enough to draw blood? In the back of his mind, he made the connection between Astarion's fangs and the scars to the other man's neck. Later, he would ask about that.

Removing his fingers, Thrawn slicked himself up and lined his cock up with Astarion's entrance, keeping his other hand on the man's thigh. He prodded his lover a few times, spreading the oil a little, before sliding into him with a moan.

"Mm, had it not been for the fact that you actually had to come in person to lay eyes on me, I'd ask if you'd been rehearsing that line."

He sighed softly as Thrawn pulled his fingers out, obediently shifting to assist Thrawn as he lined himself up- body tensing slightly as the other man's hips pressed forward and he breathed in through his nose as Thrawn's cock slid into him. letting the breath back out in a hissing sigh. Each ridge along the underside of that alien cock felt like it was catching slightly on his sensitive entrance, before continuing forward, the sensation making him shiver and tense.

"Mmph-"

Thrawn was slightly bigger than Astarion had assumed too, leaving him panting softly against his skin, though he was still mouthing at his neck and teasing slightly with gentle nips that didn't quite become bites. Much as he might be tempted to.

"The moonstones on that goblet really did match your hair well, as did the rubies with your eyes."

He felt Astarion tense at the penetration and paused once he was inside him, letting the elf get used to him. Based on his earlier actions once they were alone, and the way he reacted to this, Thrawn was correct in his assumption that Astarion didn't bottom very often. He would have to make it feel extra good then.

Feeling the teeth on his neck again, Thrawn whispered. "Bite me."

Foolish perhaps, but Thrawn was feeling kinky, having not let himself indulge in this for so long.

Though he didn't mention it or even indicate it with his body language or expression, Astarion appreciated that Thrawn paused as he sheathed himself all the way inside him. Astarion didn't mind bottoming, but that wasn't what most people looked for with him and so it had been a while since someone had been inside him.

The stretch was slightly painful and he felt full, but as he relaxed that slight painful stretch gave way to pleasure- his breath coming quick and hot against Thrawn's skin. His breath hitched then and he twitched around the cock inside him, tightening around it as a shudder worked its way down his spine at that whisper, and his fingers dug into Thrawn's flesh, more than likely hard enough to leave bruises along his hips.

Gods he wanted to.

He wanted to bite. Wanted to taste the alien blood that flowed through those veins.

"Mm, biting's for the second date, darling," He purred, as though the thought hadn't brought more of a flush to that pale face of his than everything else that they'd done so far, a tinge of pink coloring even those pretty pointed ears, "I'll mark up this pretty neck of yours as much as you want though."

Thrawn hissed softly as Astarion dug into his thighs, again noticing just how strong he was for someone so skinny. The bruises would be hidden under his pants, so he didn't mind. That Astarion wasn't just laying there and taking it was very appealing.

"Then we will have to have a second date, then," Thrawn whispered with more dry wit. He pulled his head away slightly so he could smile down at his lover. "Keep it below the collar, if you please."

He shuddered as Astarion tightened around him, waiting until the elf's body got used to the stretch, before carefully pulling out halfway, only to thrust back in. He started slow and gentle, just warming them both up at first. Curiously, his finger traced the pointed tip of one of Astarion's ears.

"Promises, promises. Though if we do go on a second date, you'd better bring me a gift," Astarion hummed, lips curling into a smirk that was somewhat undercut by the flush over that pale skin of his. Something from the stars could be sold for a pretty penny if nothing else- and Astarion was nothing if not opportunistic.

Another shiver went through him as Thrawn traced a finger along his ear, tilting into the touch slightly. His ears were rather sensitive to the touch though Astarion could not remember the last time anyone had touched them- usually his partners were happier to lay back and let him be in control.

"Mm, as you wish," He hummed- kisses trailing lower to avoid leaving any marks where they would be visible. A little prudish, perhaps, but perhaps Thrawn was just from that sort of culture. The kind that was happy to indulge in sex but also preferred to hide it all away behind closed doors.

Even so, he wouldn't do anything to him that Thrawn didn't want, and was happy to busy his mouth with kisses and nips that trailed down along his throat, to his collarbone, leaving blue skin stained with purple love bites that he soothed with his tongue.

As Thrawn began moving, he moved his legs to wrap around his waist, one hand leaving Thrawn so that he could reach back to brace himself against the headboard of the bed and push himself down on Thrawn's cock in time with his thrusts- happy to keep the slow pace for now, though the way he moved would force him in deeper.

With his legs now around the other man, he could move his free hand up- long fingers winding into dark hair and using his grip to make the other man tilt his head to give him more access to that very lovely neck.

Much like he had been, he was also still rather quiet- breath coming in short, pleasured little gasps- though the way he shuddered was a clear indicator of how he felt- along with more precum pooling on his stomach with each move.

"I can certainly do that," Thrawn promised. After seeing Astarion purchase that jewel-encrusted goblet and getting an idea of what kind of art he favored, Thrawn had a general idea of what he would like in a gift. Even if Astarion ended up just selling it, it was the gesture that counted.

He sighed softly as Astarion made use of his mouth, leaving marks on blue skin, making the Chiss flush purple. Noticing how Astarion reacted to having his ear touched, Thrawn ran his finger down the point, towards his lobe. His free hand traced circles around his nipple.

With Astarion thrusting back, Thrawn began moving faster, increasing the friction and stroking his lover from the inside.

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