Cursing softly in Sy Bisti in his appreciation, Eli lifts his legs to help with the removal (and light yeeting) of his boots, and he also assists with his own belt. Pulling something out of his pocket and setting it beside him on the desk (a small bottle of lube,) he shoves his underwear down with his pants as he starts to push them off of his legs.

Aroused, he goes back to sliding his touch appreciatively along Thrawn's body, and then uses his legs to pull them both flush again, clothed hips slotting against bare ones.

He lightly grinds against him with a groan, though there is definitely a hint of a cheeky smirk to his lips, as if daring Thrawn to match him.