[ Aspen falters, his face flushing again. Oh. He... he couldn't quite understand it, really - he wasn't really 'special', in his eyes. That Sinbad would say so caused a slight grimace of confusion, one that melted away as he leaned into his partner's touch, slightly swaying his hips as he did so. His heart raced at the thought. ]
You tire me out just touching me normally... [ It was rare to find someone who could actually go as many rounds as he could with Sinbad. ] I don't know if even you could do twice as much.
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You tire me out just touching me normally... [ It was rare to find someone who could actually go as many rounds as he could with Sinbad. ] I don't know if even you could do twice as much.