[ Sinbad doesn't intend to deny him anything, even if he's taking his time in doing so, working a pair of fingers in and out of Aspen, occasionally brushing over that spot again with purpose. Intent on his lover, he doesn't miss the way Aspen rocks and tugs at the bindings, moving within their restraint - and this time with less of the fear from earlier.
Good. That's what he'd been aiming for. Getting Aspen to enjoy himself enough to forget about what he feared. To replace the darker memories with more pleasant ones at last. ]
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Good. That's what he'd been aiming for. Getting Aspen to enjoy himself enough to forget about what he feared. To replace the darker memories with more pleasant ones at last. ]