#thramakro

Thrawn wants to order guys!! (Samakro is tolerating him(barely))

Samakro: But never to a friend's house, huh?

Prompt: “Is this supposed to impress me?”

Fandom: Thrawn: Ascendancy

Characters: Samakro/Thrawn

Title: Make it Six

Words: 477

Rating: M

Notes: Thanks for the prompt-nudge, @cabalrive!

“There exists a peculiarity in the artwork of—do not stop your shower on my account, Captain.”

Samakro huffed a breath that sent water droplets splashing onto Thrawn’s questis.

Thrawn brushed them aside with his sleeve and continued, “Though the plan was to emerge from hyperspace during what is night in their capital, the proportions of the eyes in this sculpture lend me to believe—are you listening, Captain?”

“I am naked, sir,” Samakro said flatly.

“You are showering,” Thrawn said. “It would be terribly inefficient of you to be clothed.” He tilted his head, considering, and Samakro knew—he just knew the infuriating bastard was debating if washing one’s clothes and one’s body at the same time wouldn’t be more efficient.

And he hated that he knew that.

Another smutlet about Thrawn getting caught, by Samakro this time 😏 Also for the Thrawn kinkmeme 

(look, @draculard​ and I couldn’t pick just one Other Party, so... the world just has to deal with more fic about Thrawn masturbating. Sorry 😇)

Samakro was just dropping off to sleep when he was jolted fully awake by his questis, chiming with the Priority alert reserved for incoming calls from the Springhawk’s captain.

Again.

Grumbling and cursing under his breath, he fumbled for the device to accept the call. If this wasn’t a legitimate emergency, he was going to tell Senior Captain Thrawn in no uncertain terms exactly what he thought of people who didn’t pay attention to when normal, decent other people were off-duty and meant to be sleeping.

The connection blinked to life and Samakro’s irritable “yes, sir,” died unspoken on his lips, his brow furrowing in sleep-fogged confusion.

Thrawn was… he was… why was Thrawn naked?

He wasn’t even holding his blasted questis, and appeared to be lying down with the device propped up somewhere near his hip, and his arm was—