"Mmm."

Astarion, for his part, had been braced for this to go badly. Faerûn isn't devoid of homophobia, and he's read things about American culture. He remembers certain elements of his identity during certain breaches. It wouldn't have surprised him at all if Jacob had frozen up, panicked, even gotten angry.

Who knows? He still might. He's not doing anything a woman couldn't do for him, in theory. Not yet.

He twists his fingers slowly, dragging them in and out in a corkscrew motion, then curls them deliberately into his prostate.