She still trends towards staying quieter, but there's no shortage of encouragement and encouraging feedback for all of that: she relaxes enough that the way her hips roll to follow the pressure becomes reflexive instead of cautious, and she's plenty reactive. She moans shamelessly, the pitch shifting higher and into hissed oh gods and yesyesyes when he's able to press deeper or when she catches her clit just right on his hand, deeper and throatier when his mouth on her is a pleasant, electrifying build.

She can't reach much of Astarion like this, but the moment she realizes what Jacob has done and he's back against her she licks a broad, messy stripe down her palm and reaches for him to help. She's distracted at best, though, because despite how hungry she is for more, for actual penetration - and she is, make no mistake - Astarion is good at this and the way she's rocking against him is very close to crossing the line into bucking when she gasps, "Astarion -" to warn him how close she is, how very short the distance to the edge is for her.