"Ah, I hope leave won't be necessary." He tilts into the forehead touching, lingering there as he closes his eyes.

"But... definitely, take me like that again sometime. I liked it more than I suspected I would."

Looking down toward his legs, he gives a little sigh and pushes his underwear off both of them, the movements slightly uncoordinated in the process from the lingering tremors.

"...And apparently, being somewhat restricted in how I am able to move is also good."

His cheeks burn from exertion more than embarrassment, but the latter is slowly catching up to him. Thrawn's body feels so lovely and inviting against him, that it's tempting to crawl into his lap. He doesn't, but the thought's there.

Instead, he laces their fingers together, his thumb lightly stroking his beloved's hand.