[ Aspen lets out a breath, surprised that Sinbad went along with it, melting into the other's touch with closed eyes and a quiet sound of understanding.
Sinbad is always so nice to him... he wonders why, sometimes. ]
I understand. I... I'll use it.
[ He probably won't need to, though. Aspen can't see himself... ever needing to use it, with Sinbad. He reaches up for his partner's shirt, to tug him down into a kiss. Or at least, to try to. He knows he's essentially handed over the reins to Sinbad for a majority of the encounter, so he can't exactly find it in himself to be upset if Sinbad refuses for something else, but... he wants a kiss from him, selfishly. ]
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Sinbad is always so nice to him... he wonders why, sometimes. ]
I understand. I... I'll use it.
[ He probably won't need to, though. Aspen can't see himself... ever needing to use it, with Sinbad. He reaches up for his partner's shirt, to tug him down into a kiss. Or at least, to try to. He knows he's essentially handed over the reins to Sinbad for a majority of the encounter, so he can't exactly find it in himself to be upset if Sinbad refuses for something else, but... he wants a kiss from him, selfishly. ]