Astarion makes a quietly amused sound around his mouthful, carefully and expertly working Angel through his orgasm until there's nothing left to give. It's pleasing to find him squirming, losing control, not thinking about whatever professional affect he has to assume for the cameras.

He swallows - nothing except blood really tastes like anything to him, and this is no exception - and then shifts up onto his knees. He's still dressed from the waist down but his own hardness is very clear, even under loose trousers.