Everything is frighteningly vague, but Astarion can latch onto the right-now desire. He's more than happy to fulfil him to that extent.

"Very fortunate that I very much want to fuck you, too," he murmurs. "You feel ready. Just keep breathing for me."

He keeps the movement as fluid as possible, drawing his fingers free and briskly slicking his cock. Before Jacob can tense up again, he's pressing the head of his cock against him, carefully easing it inside.

It's been a while since he's topped. The tightness and heat of him makes him groan out loud, and the sheer effort of not snapping his hips forward for more makes his thighs tremble.

"Gods...Jacob..."