"As have I. I much prefer the real thing." He does as Eli asks, concentrating on thrusting in that one particular spot that makes Eli shake with pleasure. He'll remember that for next time. The walls being soundproof will allow Eli to get as loud as he wants. Thrawn's doing this. Thrawn's making Eli get this loud and writhe with pleasure, and it's because of Thrawn that his face is the picture of bliss.

In the heat of the moment, Thrawn finds his mind blissfully blank. He's not thinking about art, battles, tactics, or anything that he usually does. All he can think about is the man before him, and how to bring him to the very edge. Eli is all his. They belong to nobody but each other.

When Eli tightens around him in climax, Thrawn grunts softly. He picks up the pace of his thrusts, until he too orgasms, spilling inside the other man. He gives a few shallow, slow thrusts, so they can both ride it out.

Thrawn whispers in Cheunh, before regaining his grasp of Basic, "What I wouldn't give for a painting of you looking like this, in this very moment."