Thrawn's touch alone makes Eli shiver, body arching forward a little to drive more of his cock into his grip. The caress to the head has his breath catching, his teeth catching briefly on his lower lip as tingles curl down his spine. His own hand takes Thrawn in its grip, thumb dragging affectionately along those ridges.

"So are you. Look at how wet you are for me already..."

There's only soft, gentle approval and arousal in his voice, saying such a thing. Aroused enough, his earlier nervousness and embarrassment has melted away, leaving only something low and steadily smoldering behind.

"Unfortunately, my body doesn't self-lubricate at all. Would you like to help me open up for you? Or would you prefer to just watch this time?"

The latter, Eli knows, is mostly more so Thrawn can see just how Eli craves him when they're apart. Especially after their first tryst, when Eli had been able to see, at last, what his lover's body looked like in reality.

Either way, he's had a lot of time to fantasize about this. About how it might feel to be intimate with him, rather than use a toy. And the percussive rhythm of his heart echoes in his ears as his whole body feels like it's tingling from his anticipation alone. Although Thrawn's fingers around his dick help a great deal, too.