Aden looked decidedly cheeky when Thrawn pulled back, his lips curled into this shit-eating grin that promised that he would be obnoxious about winning a battle even if the war was still up in the air. Very unlike a Chiss indeed but in this case he couldn't help himself. He was also rather flushed, breath coming in quick little gasps as he tried to catch it, but that was neither here nor there.
"I did win, though ~ ?" He hummed, in a sing-song sort of voice, "I think you'll have to take this l, Grand Admiral."
He looked very pleased with himself, and he was. He could tell his lips were either already bruised or well on their way to be, too, from how hard that kiss had been and he couldn't help but enjoy that too.
"I'll be looking forward to the war, though."
A challenge, certainly.
Removing the hand on Thrawn's shoulder, he reached to touch his own lips, humming softly, "I have to say that I think you practiced for that ahead of time though."
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"I did win, though ~ ?" He hummed, in a sing-song sort of voice, "I think you'll have to take this l, Grand Admiral."
He looked very pleased with himself, and he was. He could tell his lips were either already bruised or well on their way to be, too, from how hard that kiss had been and he couldn't help but enjoy that too.
"I'll be looking forward to the war, though."
A challenge, certainly.
Removing the hand on Thrawn's shoulder, he reached to touch his own lips, humming softly, "I have to say that I think you practiced for that ahead of time though."