Astarion is very, very good at this - knowing exactly how to thrust in counterpoint to Jacob's movements, filling him up when he pulls out of Rosita and drawing back when he pushes in.

He feels good, every sensation and each cry of pleasure bringing him closer to that edge, and still he feels himself retreating into his own head. Playing the role and giving them exactly what they need even as he dissociates, his face pressed between Jacob's shoulders to conceal the distant glaze of his eyes.

"You're close, aren't you?" he murmurs against Jacob's skin, sounding heated, lust-drunk, present in a way he can't quite feel. "I can feel you aching for it, Jacob-"