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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.

"It is. The language is called Cheunh." His fingers flex against Eli's mouth, brushing across those beautiful lips. Thrawn can't stop staring at them, and he leans down, so he can press his own to them. In this position, Eli's cock is caught between them, and Eli can rub against him to get some satisfaction.

"I can teach it to you, if you wish. Just as you taught me Basic." Cheunh is a hard language to speak for non-Chiss, but Thrawn has confidence in Eli. There is a practicality to it, in the two of them having a secret language not spoken within the Empire, but more importantly, it will be an opportunity to share his culture with someone he loves.

Eli lets out a soft sound as his lips are stroked, and he shivers to feel their lower bodies pushing closer together. The kiss is warmly reciprocated, another soft moan slipping out of him as his hips give a lazy rock against him.

"Mm... I'd like that."

He moves his hips again with a shuddering moan, gaze drifting from Thrawn's face to the space between their hips. Thrawn's still inside of him, his length a pleasant feeling even now. Some lingering thread of embarrassment almost keeps his words captive, and, briefly biting his lip, he asks, "Actually, would it be any trouble to keep talking to me in Cheunh?"

In the back of his mind, a half-formed fantasy takes root, not entirely separate from how he might have fantasized about Chiss in the past, and he shivers again, one hand drifting between them to grasp his cock. He strokes himself leisurely, not immediately seeking an orgasm - especially not while he waits for Thrawn's reply.

Thrawn smirks. "I can do that." He lifts his body up slightly, so Eli can have access to his cock. Immediately Thrawn starts speaking in Cheunh again, whispering terms of endearment and complimenting Eli.

"I treasure you, Eli. You are my work of art. You once held my words in your hands, and know that even if you cannot understand me, you know that I am only saying kind things to you."

That Eli isn't disgusted by the fact that he's an alien, and wants to hear his native tongue, it means a lot to Thrawn. So many within the Empire hate him for simply not being human, even after he's proven all of them wrong. Even more so that Eli trusts Thrawn and knows that he's saying sweet things and not insulting him, something Thrawn would never think about doing.

He leans down to kiss Eli again, then whispers more Cheunh words of endearment against his lips.

Eli hears his tone, even as the words are incomprehensible for him right now. The sound of his voice forming those soft syllables is enough to make him throb all over, and he kisses Thrawn between words to show his appreciation, even as he strokes himself in earnest.

He's glad that Thrawn isn't taking his interest the wrong way. Even more so, he's quite sure that Thrawn isn't saying anything that would be considered rude or hateful.

He tightens his hold on Thrawn's waist with his legs, his hips giving a listless little thrust in a bid for a little more stimulation. Even so, the soft endearments murmured into his ears and against his skin, combined with his own familiar touch, are more than enough to leave Eli gasping his lover's name as he comes, trembling hard as he spills over himself. His hips give a few more twitches as he milks himself of the last of his orgasm.

Still, it's too tempting to kiss him afterward, wanting to convey his adoration and appreciation even without words.

Thrawn smiles when Eli makes himself climax again, kissing him back and nipping at his bottom lip for good measure. His hand runs through Eli's hair, murmuring Cheunh against his lips in between kisses. His other hand runs two fingers through Eli's seed, then brings them to his mouth to lick them clean.

"Delicious," Thrawn then kisses Eli again, allowing him to taste a bit of himself. His own cock has long gone soft inside of Eli, and he gently withdraws from his lover.

It's hotter than he expects to see and feel Thrawn drag his fingers through that mess and lick it off so thoroughly. Accustomed to his own taste, he only idly wonders how it tastes to Thrawn, before his lover shares it with him.

It tastes better on Thrawn's lips, mixed with the Chiss's scent (and based on Thrawn's tone, he thinks he has an idea what he said in Cheunh, but isn't sure for certain.) Eli groans softly for it, and then whimpers as his lover pulls his cock out of him. His body feels emptier for it, even though he knows it isn't wise for the both of them to just stay still for ages against the desk.

Pushing down the feeling of how intimate it would be to keep Thrawn's cock inside of him, and his disappointment that now isn't the time for that, Eli invites Thrawn closer with a gentle tug and a deeper kiss, though he loosens his grip on Thrawn's waist so that he can move more easily. His heels instead catch lower on his lover's thighs, wanting to stay close, but not wanting to trap him, either.

"Feel good?" he murmurs in Sy Bisti, accent more prominent and drawling on the words more than he usually lets himself.

Thrawn gently brushes his tongue along Eli's lips as they kiss, cupping his face in his hand, stroking his cheekbone with a thumb. When they part lips, Thrawn's eyes are glittering, and he replies in Sy Bisti, "Yes. Very good."

Gently, Thrawn pulls Eli up to a sitting position. That desk is probably going to feel uncomfortable soon. "Shall we move to somewhere more comfortable?"

Eli almost laughs a little to be helped up. It's not necessary, but it's appreciated, and he gives Thrawn a fond smile in reply to the gesture. A remnant of pleasure sparks in his belly, too, to see Thrawn's expression. Even so, he's quite spent, so it goes no further.

"I'd like that a lot. The bed, maybe?" he suggests playfully, afterglow still softly buzzing under his skin and paving the way for a gentle lethargy.

"Yes, the bed. Allow me," Thrawn puts his arm under Eli's knees and wraps his other arm around his waist, scooping him up into his arms and carrying him bridal style. Being stronger than a human, this is no problem for him.

Thrawn carries Eli into his bedroom and lays him down on his bed, before laying in next to him, pulling Eli into his arms.

"Ah! I could walk..."

But, ah, Thrawn's carrying him, and other than that token protest (honestly, his knees are shaking a bit. He probably would struggle to walk if he tried!) he doesn't fuss.

He certainly doesn't fuss as he's pulled close, and Eli slides into the space he's welcomed, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist and tangling their legs together for as much contact as possible.

It's good, though. No complaints.

His thoughts flutter about, however - he hadn't expected Thrawn to be the type to want to have fun while he wore Horatio Figg's trophy tunic. (Even if it ended up being pushed off quickly.)

A few other thoughts skim the surface of his mind, and set aside for another time. It takes little effort to pull himself back into the moment and make sure their bodies are aligned just right to be the most comfortable without parting.

Still, he'll have to put some thought into further suggestions. Possibly once his sense of shame comes back to its full strength and talks him out of it.

Even just the feeling of skin touching skin is soothing and fills Thrawn with contentment. Eli feels so good against him, wrapped in his arms. He never wants to let Eli go. The other man is his, and his alone.

"Thank you for indulging me, Eli. You are most kind." He brings up the mental image of Eli dressed as Horatio Figg again, wearing his oversized tunic, and it makes him smile.

"I'm happy to have an encore of that, actually. If you hadn't invited me over, I, um. Was going to have some fun by myself involving that tunic. So-- it's not... a problem?" He's not quite certain he's phrasing it right, so he thinks for just a second more.

In that time, he wonders how Thrawn would have acted regarding "Horatio Figg" were they to interact directly. Despite his spent state, it strikes some interest within him.

Maybe Thrawn feels similarly?

"If I think of something like that, would you care to hear it?"

As if he hasn't already thought of something, however vague in his mind.

Thrawn actually finds it rather arousing that Eli thought of pleasing himself while wearing that tunic, knowing that he liked it too and had the same thoughts as Thrawn regarding it. Of course Eli is allowed to please himself without Thrawn's help, just as Thrawn is allowed to do the same, but he's still glad that he invited Eli over and they shared in the pleasure together.

"I would like to hear it. I am always happy to listen to you and your ideas, Eli." Even if Thrawn probably already had the same idea.

The affirmation sends a warm little wave of pleasure straight through him. Hearing his name on Thrawn's lips is still so novel.

"Then, if I do, I'll share it."

It'll probably nag at him enough before long that he'll set shyness aside in favor of what he wants. Even if it's not out of any confidence in himself.

For now, he stays curled close, mulling over the half-formed idea in the back of his mind.

There is, however, one other idea. One that, maybe he can squeak past his own shyness. His breath flutters against Thrawn's skin as he nearly speaks up then and there.

"This-- isn't related to the tunic, but..." Already, his cheeks burn up a bit. "--how do you feel about... cockwarming?"

Part of him regrets it as soon as he says it.

Eli feels so warm in his arms, in contrast to Thrawn's slightly cooler body. He feels nice. Before he even says anything, his face lights up like a beacon. Thrawn tilts his head.

"Explain what cockwarming is, please?" He assumes it's either a sex act he hasn't heard of or he is familiar with it but Chiss don't call it that. He also sounds genuinely interested.

Eli's positively certain that having to explain what it is feels even more embarrassing than admitting that he's into the idea itself. He clears his throat to keep the feeling that his voice might crack at bay as his mind races to actually address the question.

Hopefully Thrawn doesn't mind that Eli all but shoves his forehead against Thrawn's chest to hide his face.

"It's-- the act of simply holding another person's cock in their mouth, vagina, or anus. It's-- a sexual form of cuddling. Except any movement specifically for sexual gratification is absent."

Maybe he's weird for having several fantasies of such. Having to explain it feels weird. But Thrawn wouldn't mock him for this, and the worst that could happen is that the Chiss isn't interested, he reasons to himself.

Despite the fact that his muscles have coiled up a little in nervousness.

Thrawn idly strokes Eli's hair as he explains, and he feels Eli go tense in his arms as he explains things to Thrawn. "Ah yes, I'm familiar with this act. The Chiss call it t'saha. But, in response to your question, I do enjoy such activity and would love to do it with you." Eli must really like the feeling of his cock.

And all at once, Thrawn's acceptance turns most of Eli's tension slack. Having fingers stroking through his hair also helps. He gently tightens his hold on his lover in an expression of appreciation.

"Then, I'd like that, sometime."

He does, in fact, really like how Thrawn's cock feels. But more than that, he adores the person it's attached to.

"We may do that whenever you wish, Eli," Thrawn kisses the top of Eli's head, slowly rubbing circles on his back and letting his other hand rest at his lover's waist. Eli's skin was so soft, Thrawn couldn't help but keep touching him.

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Slightly leaning on that fic because I like it so much, but there's always room for divergence~

That fic is so good

It is~

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