The assessment Aden had made that Thrawn was a commanding person had certainly been correct. Just how domineering he could get though was a bit of a surprise even if he'd assumed he would be. Fingers holding onto his long hair like that, not quite pulling, but certainly leaving no room to question just who was in control. Just how skilled that tongue of his was was a bit unexpected too, as well as the firmness of Thrawn's body against his own leaner and softer one.

What did that body look like beneath his clothes, Aden wondered. He definitely wanted to see it.

He groaned as fingers dug into his thigh, likely leaving bruises. Normally he didn't like having people leave marks on him, but with Thrawn it was oddly exciting. He definitely needed to show them off. He had a few skirts that should do the trick.

He wasn't one to be passive of course, his grip on Thrawn tightening as he pressed himself against him, moving one hand from where it had been resting at his back to run up along his neck, a gentle brush of fingers against that brilliantly gorgeously blue skin, briefly halting where he could feel the thudding of his pulse before continuing up to trail along his jaw as he continued to kiss him, playfully sucking at that tongue that seemed determined to shove its way all the way down his throat.

He certainly would not be the first person to pull back from this kiss of theirs.