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It's heady as always, and if nothing else, over time, Eli's growing comfort with their relationship feels like it leads to more sensitivity on his part. Or maybe it's just because it's Thrawn kissing him. A soft thrill courses through his body as he clings harder to Thrawn's waist, kissing back with equal intent and a soft moan rumbling through him. The slide of his hands over his back pulls a sigh, and for a split moment, he's torn between pressing closer to Thrawn or leaning back into his hands, and wonders what would happen if--

Gently, he leans back while still holding onto Thrawn to indicate that he's not trying to pull away,and leads them towards Thrawn's desk. Of course, it isn't like the bedroom is out of reach, and maybe the bed would be better depending on how far this escalates, but there is the odd thought of how hot it would be if they made love on that surface. Eli's not sure if it's from some desire to "mark territory" as it were or something else, but with Thrawn's tongue in his mouth, he doesn't think on it for long.

Thrawn allows Eli to guide him, already sensing what he has in mind. He likes where this is going. Thrawn presses Eli against the desk, still kissing him. Gently, Thrawn lifts Eli up and puts him on the desk.

Breaking the kiss, Thrawn whispers against Eli's lips, "Do you want me?"

When Thrawn gets the idea where Eli wants to go with this, he lets out a soft, low hum to be lifted up. He nips his lips briefly for that question, shivering.

"Yeah. Do ya want me, too? Like that?" he murmurs, wanting to confirm. He'll be fine with just kisses if that's all Thrawn wants. He's slowly gotten used to taking his time with this, and the anticipation of further intimacy and how that might present itself is titillating.

But he always has his hand available if it comes to it. And he's waited a long time for them both to clear the air about their mutual attraction; Eli can wait further if Thrawn wants him to. Theoretically, at least.

"Yes, I want you too. We denied our attraction to one another for too long, Eli, and I believe we have waited long enough for something such as this." Thrawn's wanted Eli since they first met, but he's been patient. They couldn't hide it as well early on, and Thrawn wasn't sure if Eli felt the same way about him. He didn't want to compromise their friendship.

But now Thrawn is an Admiral and he's in a position to hide their relationship better. Nobody knows but the two of them. If not now, then when?

Blue hands go to the oversized tunic and opens it up slowly, like he's unwrapping a gift and wants to savor the anticipation. One hand slips under the garment to caress Eli's chest.

Eli shivers at the promise, head tilting slightly with a soft smile as he feels and watches Thrawn open up the tunic. For the moment, he doesn't interrupt him, letting him indulge in unsealing the strip. A soft, pleased sigh escapes him to be touched directly, and he gently pushes his body against Thrawn's hand, feeling his body warm further in anticipation for more.

When it is opened fully, Eli shifts a little to let the shoulders and sleeves collapse down his arms, but makes no move to actually fully take it off. In this way, it does restrict his movements unless he bothers to slip his hands out of it, but half-dressed and with Thrawn's tunic still clinging to him in small ways? He hopes that has its appeal.

He does, however, shrug fully out of it in order to return the favor, pulling Thrawn closer by his tunic and into another kiss, eager fingers unfastening the sealing strip in kind.

They've waited so long that Eli, honestly, is just eager to see more of him. The art of being patient, or even seductive in the way that Thrawn displays, is not something he's learned, and honestly, it feels much more honest to simply remain true to his habits in this moment. Not that he lacks, at all, for appreciation of his lover's body and care.

It's just different, very warm hands slipping under Thrawn's undershirt and dragging against skin as Eli bares it in kind in smaller increments, rich blue contrasting with tan where he can see it in the corner of his eye, due to the undershirt bunching up against his wrists. His fingertips map swells and valleys of muscle with much more reverence than he treated Thrawn's tunic, finding a broad chest to warmly caress and his abdomen to lightly drag his fingernails down, teasing as if he might simply yank Thrawn's pants down in the next, fluid movement.

He doesn't, though. Not yet.

Thrawn takes a moment to gaze over Eli's nude chest, watching the dim lights play off the skin and noting the lean muscles. Eli really is very attractive. And, judging by the look on Eli's face, he finds Thrawn just as attractive. Their bodies are so similar, yet so different, it's all so very fascinating.

He watches Eli attentively, watches him partly take off the tunic, then kisses him back when Eli demands another. His hands go to his belt and slip it off so that his tunic may come off easier. He moans into Eli's mouth as he feels hands roam over his body and slip beneath the undershirt.

Thrawn breaks the kiss just long enough to get the undershirt off, exposing his body to Eli. He then starts tugging at Eli's boots, so he can remove those pants already.

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.

Thrawn's eyes dart to the tube. Just like Eli to think ahead like that. That's one of many reasons Thrawn loves him. He takes a moment to admire Eli's nude form before his lover pulls him in again. Thrawn gasps softly, feeling his groin start to stir. It won't be long before he starts to get hard.

He tugs his boots off, then wriggles his fingers between them so he can loosen his pants and get them, and his underwear, off. He wants to feel their skin touching.

Eli helps where he can, but mostly spends his time trying to occupy Thrawn's mouth and jaw with kisses. After letting go of Thrawn's waist, of course.

It's amazing to see him like this. Straight from the 'fresher is one thing, but seeing him bare like this, at least half hard just for him? Stars if that doesn't make him swoon just the tiniest bit!

So as soon as Thrawn is bare, he pulls his beloved closer with his legs again, now skin to skin.

It feels amazing, and for a moment, all he focuses on is how their bodies touch as they're drawn together.

Thrawn quivers as they touch again, reveling in the sensation of their bare skin touching, blue against brown. He gently grinds against Eli, groin-to-groin and chest-to-chest. His cock hardens even more and starts to produce slick, leaving a trail along Eli's thigh when it brushes across his leg.

One of his hands goes between them to take Eli in hand. He starts off slowly, stroking Eli's cock and rubbing the head with his thumb. "You are very beautiful, Eli."

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.

Thrawn shivers when Eli returns the favor, wrapping fingers around him and stimulating his cock. Eli has such lovely hands and it's more than a little arousing to see him put them to use on him. Indeed, he is wet for Eli, getting his slick on his beloved's fingers. His eyes trail down to Eli's groin, seeing heat pool there. He looks like he should be hot to the touch, but Thrawn just finds it pleasant.

"An unfortunate drawback of human anatomy, yes." Strange that the human vagina self-lubricates but the human penis does not.

He thinks it over for a couple of seconds, between opening up Eli himself or watching him do it. It doesn't take him long to decide. "Open yourself up for me. I want to see what you did with yourself when you could only have me as a fantasy."

"Sure."

Eli doesn't take his hand off of Thrawn just yet, offering soft kisses while he continues to stroke him a little more, just enjoying the shape of him against his hand. He's warm and so very pleasant that it's with reluctance when he pulls his hand away, bringing it to his lips to briefly taste him on his fingers. He leaves most of it alone, soon leaning back as he adds lube to the mess, shivering to feel how both mix together.

With some wiggling, he lifts his hips just enough, legs spread to not obscure what he looks like there, and then circles one wet finger against his opening from below, letting out a shivering sigh to feel that it's cooled down from contact to the air and a lack of contact with his own body heat.

But Eli knows his body well, and it doesn't take much for him to work a finger inside, however shallowly. He takes himself in hand as well, stroking lightly and slowly, shivering when he manages to wriggle his finger deeper, and deeper.

Cursing in Sy Bisti when his finger brushes over a certain gland in passing, Eli bites on his lip as he slowly slides and wiggles his finger until he can slowly pump it with more ease, his wrist at an awkward angle. His expression shifts from concentration to something more at ease as he's able to stroke himself inside more freely.

His walls continue to soften around his finger as his body acclimates itself to the intrusion, his breath coming deeper and slower once he's over the main hurdle.

Realizing that he's closed his eyes at some point, he opens them again to look at Thrawn in a daze, and he briefly pulls his finger out to wet them with more lube.

One finger goes back in, followed by a second. A soft, shivering moan of his lover's name slips out, and he unconsciously raises his hips to get a slightly better angle.

Thrawn can't look away from what he's seeing. Eli touching himself, his own slick mixed with the stuff in the bottle, coating Eli's fingers as he penetrates himself with those fingers. How often has Eli done this, all while thinking of Thrawn? Thrawn likes to think he did it quite often.

He licks his lips, his cock twitching, all hard and aching. Blue fingers wrap around himself, but he doesn't stroke himself very hard or very fast. He's just providing himself some small amount of stimulation until Eli is ready for him.

A memory comes to mind, of Eli sucking on him. Thrawn's pleasured himself to that memory before.

Red eyes look on hungrily, seeming to almost glow brighter as he looks on with desire. His ears burn as Eli moans his name.

Eli watches him in turn, gaze flicking to Thrawn's ears when he notices the increased blood flow - enough to be visible to him. A hazy smile curls his lips to see it, enjoying Thrawn's reactions to him. Knowing that Eli is all that he's looking at. All that he's thinking about. And seeing him slowly stroking himself to him is amazing.

He knows he'll feel more embarrassed after the fact, but right now, it's amazingly hot.

Spreading his fingers to try to coax himself open wider, another moan passes his lips, toes curling a little as he uncurls a third finger, and starts to slowly work it in with the first two. It's a tight fit all over again, and he takes his hand from his cock for a moment to cover his mouth when another soft groan slips past - a lingering instinct from having to be quiet for so long. But to be fair, he does catch himself enough to not forcibly quiet himself into silence.

"Fuck, nearly..." he murmurs, spreading three fingers and squirming on the desk. Huffing, he yanks his fingers out and repositions himself, turning over onto all fours in order to reach from the front, his palm rubbing against his balls and taint as he adds two, then three fingers again, keening as he strokes against his prostate with a fingertip.

"Thrawwwnnn...."

Head buried against his arm, he withdraws again, spreading lube across his fingers again, and works to push in a fourth. It's a clumsy effort at first, his body too tight to accept it at first. Continuing to knead his prostate with his fingertips, his cock starts to drip on the desk, throbbing and absolutely hot from blood flow. Eli's own ears have gone pink, too.

While the shape of a dick is easier to work in than fingers at this point, Eli isn't sure either of them will have the patience to go slow upon entry. Which is why going this far is important.

Thrawn makes a soft moaning noise, licking his lips again and tightening his grip slightly around his cock. Eli looks absolutely irresistible when he's like this. "Lovely..."

Unable to resist, Thrawn reaches out with his free hand and strokes Eli's side, then trails down to run his hand along his ass. "I want you. Say that you want me too and we shall make both of our fantasies come true."

Thrawn's words roll over him like Lysatra's spring sunlight, and Eli lets out a soft, plaintive moan in answer, tugging his fingers back out and hastily wiping them off on his thigh. Rolling right back over, not wanting his first to be in any position other than one where they can face each other (at least at first,) Eli takes Thrawn's free hand and laces their fingers together, however loosely. It's not to stop his movements, but merely to bond more.

"I want and need you in a way beyond how words can describe; I'm yours, utterly."

Thrawn leans down and kisses their joined hands, rather glad that Eli saved him the trouble of turning back over. Thrawn wants to see his face as he takes him, and know without a doubt that he's bringing the other man pleasure. He wants to see his face when he orgasms.

Gently pulling his fingers out of Eli's grasp, Thrawn places a hand on Eli's thigh and the hand still around his cock lines himself up with his beloved. Despite his eagerness, he teases Eli for a bit, prodding his entrance and slicking it up even more. This doesn't last long, before Thrawn presses into Eli, gasping softly as Eli's body surrounds him entirely, like a warm sheath. It feels even better than it did in his mind. Gazing down at Eli with glowing eyes, Thrawn purrs, "Mine... my love."

Eli whimpers aloud when Thrawn teases him, shivering as it brings to mind all the times he's used a toy to pretend it's part of Thrawn.

Except, this is real. This is real, as Thrawn enters him. It's still reality to feel the ridges of his cock, his warmth inside, to feel their bodies touch where they're joined to the hilt.

Eli reaches up for his lover, wanting him to bend a little closer for a kiss. To let Eli wrap his arms around him, even if it's only for the time being while they adjust to each other. Thrawn's glowing gaze only further sets him aflame inside, and he can't help but softly smile for him.

"I'm yours.... And you're mine, too." Further words aren't as easy spoken. Eli swallows, trying to gather his thoughts enough to speak clearly. Tears briefly prickle at his eyes, but the surge of emotion passes quickly.

"I love you, Thrawn."

Thrawn kisses Eli as his thumb wipes away the tears. "I love you too, Eli."

Glowing eyes never leave Eli's face as Thrawn starts to thrust. He starts off slowly, so Eli can adjust to him, before he's picking up the pace and setting a hard, fast, but steady, rhythm. The room fills with the sounds of their lovemaking, and Thrawn straightens up again, so he can penetrate Eli even deeper. Blue hands go to Eli's thighs and invite him to wrap his legs around Thrawn's waist.

"You like this?" He purred, running a hand down Eli's chest. "Having me inside you."

Eli holds onto him with his legs, and arms, for a time, unwilling to break eye contact as Thrawn slowly moves. Skin flushing brightly from arousal and pleasure, it doesn't take much for Eli to groan and croon under him.

His legs stay around Thrawn's waist as they continue, his lover's pace picking up enough to knock the wind out of him at first. His hands grip the lower edge of the desk for purchase, keening when his lover's cock rubs even deeper inside. Nodding, his head lolls a little from another wave of pleasure as it hits him.

"Fuck, yeah..."

Knowing that Thrawn's cock is self-lubing makes it even better; he can hear the difference. The slide of their bodies is immensely, lewdly wet to his ears, compared to a toy. Like Thrawn's fluids have just made that lube even more amazing.

"I've-- imagined this, for a long damned time... --ah! There, right there, please!!" Thoughts static, all he can think about is how one of Thrawn's ridges rubbed over his prostate just right. How it feels so good that his legs are shaking.

That before long he's shouting and groaning a litany of praises and cursing in equal measure, feeling like his cock's about to explode and his head's feeling fuzzier and fuzzier by the second.

Breath cutting off, Eli's orgasm hits him suddenly - just one lovely, amazing grind of Thrawn's hips and he comes undone with a short scream of his lover's name, back arching and breath shuddering loudly. He thinks he should feel embarrassed for losing it so quickly, but the sounds that they were making together, hearing Thrawn's voice, knowing it's his lover joining with him after years of mutual pining-- he can't.

"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."

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.

Thrawn moans softly as he feels Eli's flesh give him another pleasant clench, taking the invitation to hold hands again. Eli has such lovely hands, and the contrast in their skin tones is beautiful. Like sapphire and bronze. He doesn't pull out yet, and is considering using his hand on Eli's cock, seeing that he's still semi-hard.

"You are very beautiful in ecstasy. That's what I was saying to you."

Eli offers Thrawn a soft smile, eyes crinkling.

"Now I just want to learn that, too. Is that your native tongue? It sounds really nice."

Squeezing Thrawn's hand, he pulls it closer to himself, brushing his lips against lovely blue skin, from fingers to the back of his hand, as his post-orgasm sensitivity settles in. It feels good to continue touching and be touched. He stays half-hard, but makes no move to touch himself yet, even though arousal still pulses through him, too strong to be easily deterred (but will if he ignores it long enough.)

The intimacy between them is more important than blowing one more load.

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