Eli's aftershocks still shudder through him, and Thrawn's pursuit of his own orgasm has him shouting from pleasurable over-stimulation. He somewhat feels it when Thrawn finds his own release, shivering and whimpering as another jolt courses through him.

Frowning slightly in confusion as the unfamiliar words wash over him, Thrawn's tone has him clenching around his cock all the same, and he lets out a listless little moan. Lightly, he grinds against him, dick half-hard and body still trembling, and he gropes for Thrawn's hand almost in reflex, lacing their fingers at his thigh.

Trying to decide if he's done yet or not, Eli muddles through the foreign words and tries to piece any of them together, even though it's for certain not Sy Bisti.