His hand drops to the collar, and then the hollow of Dean's throat.

"It's exquisite."

And he steps away again. Dry, cool hands repositioning Dean's hips, ever-so-slightly. He draws Dean open, exposing him to Thrawn's view. And -- now the second vibrator, cool plastic touch pressing in next to the other. He thumbs that one on too, pulse instead of vibrate, knowing that the frequency differences would produce an interesting, irregular effect inside Dean. He presses his fingers into Dean's abdomen, just above his length, as though he could feel it under the skin. And -- maybe he can.

"How do you feel?"