[ Still unused to giving power over, Aspen finds his chest growing hot along with his face - it's not fair that Sinbad is praising him like this. There's a small part of himself that says that he doesn't want to be praised for it, either. Yet... he finds himself shyly wanting this. It's not what he expected, but he repeats his actions as best as he can, ropes pulling skin and muscle taut as he moans aloud, letting his head fall back. ]
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