Thrawn moaned into the kiss, practically shoving his tongue down Nine's throat, running it along his teeth, his tongue, the roof of his mouth. All the while, his hand tightened in his dark hair. Nine tasted of wine, mixing with the taste of the bourbon on Thrawn's own tongue.

His other hand drifted down, fingers digging into the flesh of Nine's thigh, which would leave purple bruises in the shape of his fingers. Nine would have to wear longer pants or leggings for a while to cover those up.