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“There is a high degree of exaggerated proportions and scales. It is visible in the architecture that the structures are elongated to empha-ah-”
“To what?”
The glow of the holos reflected off the surface of the semi-circular desk in front of them, distorted reflections of images only interrupted where Thrawn’s hands gripped the far edge, his knuckles turning a light blue where his grip held firm, keeping him in place where his chest met the desk beneath him as he bent over it. Thrawn tilted his head upwards, resting his chin on the surface, looking up at the holographic recreation Geonosian architecture in front of them with dazed eyes.
“To emphasize what?” Eli asked again, digging his fingers into Thrawn’s hips as Eli’s own kept a steady pace into him.
“It emphasizes a reach towards the sky. It poses itself as antithetical for a species that lives underground.“
“Yeah?”
“Eli…” Thrawn groaned, tilting his head forward until his forehead met the glass of the desk, his uninhibited moans bouncing off the surface and filling the room.
Eli reached up with one hand to the back of Thrawn’s head, carding his fingers gently through Thrawn’s hair before tightening his grip, pulling Thrawn’s head back so he was eye level with the holos once more. “Tell me.” Eli felt him shudder, knew he was close, and picked up his speed - the obscene sound of Eli’s hips meeting Thrawn’s ass echoing as loud in his ears as his own breath.
“The vastness of it-“ Thrawn cut himself off with a moan. “Not treated as a whole indicates-“
Thrawn’s eyes closed once more until Eli tightened his grip in his hair, tugging on it harder until he saw Thrawn’s eye flash open once more.
“unity-oh…” The returning pace that met Eli’s stuttered as Thrawn came, a moan Eli considered to be more beautiful than any possible artwork slipping past his lips before his whole body relaxed, as if melting into the desk beneath him.
As Thrawn’s breathing evened out, Eli steadied his pace, slowing his hips to match the slow, wave-like motions of Thrawn’s back rising and falling with each breath. He realeased his grip on Thrawn’s hair, running his fingers through it gently one more. When Thrawn laid his head down on the desk, cheek meeting glass, glowing red eyes glassy and dazed, Eli traced his hand down Thrawn’s back, smoothing the skin, admiring the feel of it. He reveled in the pleased hum he heard softly slip through Thrawn’s parted lips.
Eli’s hand lingered at the base of Thrawn’s back as he looked down, marveling at the sight of himself, brown skin disappearing into blue and reappearing once more. Eli continued his languid pace, ears perking up as he heard Thrawn’s contented hums beginning to match the slow rhythm of his hips. The corner of his mouth quirked up.
”It is possible,” Thrawn had told him once, “that a Chiss with my anatomy may be capable of experiencing multiple successive orgasms, with the proper stimulation and attention. It is known to be a very…overwhelming experience on the senses but very pleasurable.”
Eli’s eyes had widened, curiosity in his expression, ”Have you-?”
”It is not something I have been able to achieve, no.”
”But it’s not impossible…for you? I mean-it’s something that you’d want?”
”Perhaps.”
Eli traced his hand down slowly, around Thrawn’s hip until his fingers gently brushed his cock. Eli only had half a second to marvel at the fact that Thrawn was still hard when Thrawn gasped, sharply jerking his hips backwards and Eli couldn’t help his own hips snapping forward to meet him.
He bit down on his lip to stifle his moan, “Do you-“
“Do not stop.”
And so Eli did not stop. He slowly picked up his pace, meeting the hand wrapped around Thrawn’s cock with his hips as he thrust into him.
“Tell me more,” Eli swallowed as gaze met his out of the corner of his eye, still glassy, where his cheek remained on the desk. “About the-“ Eli gestured with his head at the holo, his own words seeming to escape him.
Thrawn’s eyes closed, jaw slack, abnormally unrestrained whimpers meeting Eli’s ears. He felt as dazed as Thrawn looked.
“It’s-“ Thrawn’s voice came out raspy, weak. “-tracery,” his body was boneless in Eli’s grasp, words interrupted by moans that Eli felt in his core. “and- stone-“ he stumbled on the words, “stonemasons.”
“Keep going for me, sweetheart,” Eli breathed, every one of Thrawn’s words, every one of his moans, making Eli feel like a fire was lit inside of him. “I know you can.”
“There’s good design,” Thrawn’s hands fell slack where they had been holding the desk and Eli placed his free hand on Thrawn’s shoulder to keep him in place.
“And?” he breathed.
“Precise lin-ah,” Thrawn’s words clipped with a cry as Eli thrust sharply into him, picking up his pace.
“Come on,” he urged, feeling his own senses blur into sounds of moans, blue skin, the glisten of wetness gathering under red eyes, Thrawn’s voice and the knowledge that neither of them would last much longer.
“Understanding of proportion- Eli, please.”
With his other free hand, Eli wrapped his palm around Thrawn’s neck, pulling him upwards, flush against his chest so blue lips could meet his own, swallowing Thrawn’s moans as he came in Eli’s hand. Eli’s finger’s tightened around Thrawn’s neck as he felt his own orgasm come up on him with a rush that made him forget anything else but Thrawn and the feeling of him everywhere.
Later, when they lay together, limbs intertwined, Thrawn’s face tucked into Eli’s chest as Eli rubbed circles into the warm skin of his back, Thrawn was finally able to finish his thought with some semblance of coherence. “As I was saying earlier, the Geonosian architecture is highly significant, especially when you consider the historical context in which their considerably ostentatious and monumental designs arose. The significance of the individuals of form is-“
Eli listened with a soft smile on his face, hanging on every word.