"You are exceptionally well prepared," Astarion murmurs, lips quirking upwards in delight as he accepts the tube. He finally does away with the rest of his clothes, shifting closer to Jacob to gently manhandle him between their bodies, kissing at his shoulders and nape.

"Would you like Rosita to help me?" he whispers in his ear, loud enough to carry to her. "Do you want to feel how you'll open up for her?"