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“What are you thinking?” asked Eli.
Thrawn stood in his chamber, holding an empty glass. It had a few drops of amber-colored liquid on the bottom; his throat was still burning from the alcohol as he watched the young man sitting in front of him in the bed.
“You would be an excellent model for a statue,” Thrawn replied.
“Oh… really?” Eli was surprised by this answer. Thrawn thought he probably wanted to hear something else, something more sexual in nature. “Like a… naked statue?” He asked.
“Yes,” he said, and he placed the glass down on the table – the sound made Eli blink in the most adorable way before he blushed heavily. Thrawn loosened his belt and opened his tunic before he knelt before the younger man, grabbing his ankles.
Eli gasped softly as Thrawn raised his feet and placed them on the bed, then arranged them in an open and very provocative position. Then the Chiss sat on the bed, pushing the small of his back in a little, making his shoulders lean back, and placed one of his hands next to his crotch, the other on his neck.
He then took a data pad in hand, and to Eli’s surprise, without asking, he stood into the bed and took a few shots of him.
Thrawn stared at the screen. Eli tilted his head curiously. The Chiss’s face was bright from the light of the screen, and he smiled widely as he stepped down from the bed, placing the data pad next to the empty glass. He was still staring at the screen; when he finally turned back toward the younger man he had a wicked grin on his face and a large bulge in his trousers. He removed his tunic.
“What is it?” asked Eli.
Thrawn raised his eyebrows. “Nothing. I’m a…” He took a small pause and stared at him with hungry eyes. “I’m a lucky man,” he said simply, before he knelt down in front of Eli and moved to steal a kiss from his lips.