There's a thrilling feeling of fucking success as he feels Astarion's cool skin against him and he reaches back with one hand to take his. "Yeah," he says in a breathless sort of laugh. "Yeah, I'm - fuck, it feels so good."

He didn't think that this would ever feel like satisfaction, but it does. Maybe it's just Astarion. Jacob knows he'll likely never figure out the answer to that. He can't imagine doing this with any other man, and that's a thought that doesn't terrify him.