The sound, the vibration against sensitive skin, the touch of Jacob's hands - it's a wonderful combination, and Astarion moans his pleasure as he opens his thighs wider. Encouraging his lover to touch and explore as he pleases. His hand curls into his hair just a little tighter, not exactly pulling, just...anchoring himself a little.

"So good, Jacob," he sighs, his name low and laden with pleasure. "Don't stop."