[ Aspen just leans against that touch, covering Sinbad's hand with his own tenderly and smiling. When he speaks he opens his eyes and looks to him intently, but his lips quickly part and surprise writes itself all over his features. ]
... m-me?
[ Consent and safety were always two of the things Aspen insisted on when he slept with anyone he didn't know; he had to make sure that they really wanted to be with him, and he had to make sure they felt safe. It wasn't, to him, true sex without it. It was just a brutalization otherwise. It didn't feel right.
It was... different, to hear it applied to his own interactions. Numbly - ]
No one's... asked that before...
[ His voice is soft and small and quiet, violet-blue eyes wide as he tries to think, to swallow down the lump in his throat. No one had really let him say 'no' or 'stop' before. There wasn't... space for that. Aspen was at everyone's beck and call, after all. There was little he could say no to. It wasn't as if he was truly a person, or had a mind of his own, in their opinion.
... Sinbad was going to let him say no. ... why? It made little sense to Aspen - why would he say no, to Sinbad? Even when this was difficult for him, he was alright. He'd go along with it. It wasn't... a big deal. He had to learn how to not freeze up like he just had.
He had to learn to accept it. How was stopping going to help?
Sin was smart as a tack, though - perceptive, almost maddeningly so. If Aspen chose a word and didn't mean to use it, he'd probably notice, wouldn't he? His heart beat fast, Aspen biting the inside of his cheek. ]
O... opal?
[ There's doubt - as if Sinbad will tell him to choose something else. ]
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Date: 2018-12-02 02:43 am (UTC)... m-me?
[ Consent and safety were always two of the things Aspen insisted on when he slept with anyone he didn't know; he had to make sure that they really wanted to be with him, and he had to make sure they felt safe. It wasn't, to him, true sex without it. It was just a brutalization otherwise. It didn't feel right.
It was... different, to hear it applied to his own interactions. Numbly - ]
No one's... asked that before...
[ His voice is soft and small and quiet, violet-blue eyes wide as he tries to think, to swallow down the lump in his throat. No one had really let him say 'no' or 'stop' before. There wasn't... space for that. Aspen was at everyone's beck and call, after all. There was little he could say no to. It wasn't as if he was truly a person, or had a mind of his own, in their opinion.
... Sinbad was going to let him say no. ... why? It made little sense to Aspen - why would he say no, to Sinbad? Even when this was difficult for him, he was alright. He'd go along with it. It wasn't... a big deal. He had to learn how to not freeze up like he just had.
He had to learn to accept it. How was stopping going to help?
Sin was smart as a tack, though - perceptive, almost maddeningly so. If Aspen chose a word and didn't mean to use it, he'd probably notice, wouldn't he? His heart beat fast, Aspen biting the inside of his cheek. ]
O... opal?
[ There's doubt - as if Sinbad will tell him to choose something else. ]