This one has been abandoned, Thrawn concludes. He has lived in the shadows, but only because he had to; he craves what he does not have.
A show of reluctant loyalty, of attention given when it is demanded, will gain Thrawn a measure of devotion. It's a good first step, at the least. It could lead to something even better.
The flush, a subtle change of skin color. Red blood moving to the surface, veins dilating. Physical arousal, though Thrawn has seen it most often associated with anger or shame. Car'das wasn't one to exhibit much desire, though, especially not around Thrawn.
He slides his fingers in deep, to the root, to the point of strain for Dean.
"Would you...?" he asks the shop owner, quietly. "No -- yes, that one." His fingers are slack for a moment, and then they withdraw; as his fingertips slip out of Dean, the curved tip of a smooth vibrator pressin in instead. It's narrow, stretching Dean less than the three fingers did.
It's already lubricated, and without ribbing or texture, Thrawn can press it in deep quickly and smoothly. He pulls back, and there's the sound of gloves being peeled off, set aside. A cool hand touches to Dean's forehead. Chiss body temperature, of course, feels somewhat lower than human, a virtue of evolving further on an ice planet.
"You flush," he says. "Not from humiliation, I think." And, with the remote, he dials the vibrator up to the first setting.
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A show of reluctant loyalty, of attention given when it is demanded, will gain Thrawn a measure of devotion. It's a good first step, at the least. It could lead to something even better.
The flush, a subtle change of skin color. Red blood moving to the surface, veins dilating. Physical arousal, though Thrawn has seen it most often associated with anger or shame. Car'das wasn't one to exhibit much desire, though, especially not around Thrawn.
He slides his fingers in deep, to the root, to the point of strain for Dean.
"Would you...?" he asks the shop owner, quietly. "No -- yes, that one." His fingers are slack for a moment, and then they withdraw; as his fingertips slip out of Dean, the curved tip of a smooth vibrator pressin in instead. It's narrow, stretching Dean less than the three fingers did.
It's already lubricated, and without ribbing or texture, Thrawn can press it in deep quickly and smoothly. He pulls back, and there's the sound of gloves being peeled off, set aside. A cool hand touches to Dean's forehead. Chiss body temperature, of course, feels somewhat lower than human, a virtue of evolving further on an ice planet.
"You flush," he says. "Not from humiliation, I think." And, with the remote, he dials the vibrator up to the first setting.