Another one for @marroniere for the kissing meme. Thranto, 21. on a place of insecurity.
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“I do not understand why you look so negatively upon it, to me it looks much the same as any other humanoid nose. More attractive than many, I would venture.”
“You wouldn’t understand,” Eli groaned, staring at himself in the mirror yet again. “I mean, look at you. You’ve probably never been insecure about anything in your life. You probably don’t even know the meaning of the word.”
“You are wrong.” From where he was still sprawled in the bed Thrawn gave a sardonic smile, levered himself to a sitting position so Eli could see him better in the mirror. “Both in that I know the meaning of the word, and that I am perfectly capable of being so.”
“Oh, c’mon.” Eli turned around, gave Thrawn an openly incredulous look. “It’s nice of you to try and soothe me, but what could you possibly be insecure about?”
Thrawn considered, then beckoned Eli closer. Eli probably should’ve felt at least a little conflicted about how easily he obeyed, but admittedly they were so far past that point that it seemed like a galaxy away. “My lips.”
“Your lips?”
“Even by Chiss standards, I have often considered them far too narrow.” Thrawn tilted his head, a small smile playing around that thin mouth. “They somewhat spoil the symmetry of my face, which makes it less aesthetically pleasing. Given my interests, I have often bemoaned such an unfortunate flaw.”
“You’re mocking me,” Eli accused, and sighed as Thrawn gave him a faintly chiding look. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just… You never particularly look like you’re bemoaning anything.”
Thrawn nodded, acknowledging that, and shifted into a sitting position upon the bed as Eli came fully alongside. “That is because I have developed certain soothing techniques, that make the pain of my perceived deficiencies less within my mind. Would you like me to show you one of them?”
Eli hesitated for only a moment, before giving a slow nod.
Thrawn went up on his knees, an incredibly smooth movement for all of his bulk, until he was towering over Eli as usual. He regarded Eli’s face solemnly for a moment, his eyes lingering on the area of Eli’s nose, then slowly leaned in. He had telegraphed every single one of his movements, but the quick kiss he pressed there still somehow came as a shock.
It was probably less than a minute before Thrawn drew back again, but it felt like a century. Eli stared at Thrawn wide eyed. Thrawn, of course, responded with his usual level of cool neutrality; apart from the very slight upwards quirk of the left corner of his mouth, the downright fond look in his eyes.
“As you can see, such a technique works wonders,” Thrawn said eventually, into the slightly baffled - at least on Eli’s end - silence that had grown up between them. “Would you perhaps wish to demonstrate it upon me in turn?”
Eli found his voice, with some effort. “You are mocking me.”
“Perhaps.” The quirk of Thrawn’s mouth grew even more pronounced, what would’ve probably been a fit of helpless giggles from anybody less perfectly controlled. “Tell me, do you really mind?”
The answer to that was obvious. Eli tackled Thrawn fully back to the bed, and covered that now fully smiling mouth - not so narrow, when transformed by joy - with his own.
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