I'm not twisting your words. I'm saying them plainly in mine. You are special, Aspen.

[ It's easy to see the anxiety and unease starting to unfurl in the body beneath him, so instead of towering, Sinbad comes in close, wrapping his arms around Aspen, even as he carefully bears him back to the bed - staying with him the entire time as he lays him out gently against the comforter. His bound hands are gently caught between them, even as Sinbad's hands skim gently against his sides, tweaking lightly at the ropes there, reminding him that this can be pleasurable and teasing as well. ]

Then I shall have to touch you twice as much to make up for it, hmm?