Astarion melts into it, wrapping his arms around him and opening his mouth against Jacob's. He wants all of this, the taste and scent of him, his blood still feeling warm in his core, his cock pressing deep into his body.

It's not making love. But it's definitely not just fucking, either, and he's not going to let himself have any thoughts or feelings about that whatsoever. He just wants this moment, this pleasure, all of it washing through him.