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[ And Sinbad gives it to him, not even hesitating, leaning up to meet Aspen's lips in a warm and reassuring contact, his hand now sliding to cup at the nape of the other man's neck.

He lingers there for a long moment, in no rush and waiting until he could feel Aspen relax a little once more. He doesn't find this selfish - wanting Aspen to enjoy this is part of the reason he was here trying this with him. ]

Good. Now. Do you mind if we keep you in this pretty little outfit you're wearing while we do this? [ He gives Aspen a little wink when he finally pulls back for air, smiling at him warmly. He lets his gaze drop down over Aspen's slim for once more, his gaze appreciative and admiring. ] I'm enjoying the sight of it on you.

[ Oh. His face pinkens a little. That's a new one. Most people want to tug it off of him, at least most of it - the thigh-highs usually stayed... but he smiles, feeling a flutter in his chest. ]

I'd be happy to continue wearing it for you. It's very comfortable. [ In case Sinbad has misgivings of him wearing it only for him. ]

Good, I'm glad. [ He leans in, kissing him once more as he cups a hand against his cheek ] I want you to be comfortable while we play.

[ His fingers slide back Aspen's jaw and then down his throat and along one shoulder, playing with the soft fabric of the lingerie he wears. Then, he lets his hand travel down the length of his arm, towards his wrist. ]

Let me have your hand?

[ He has to give Sinbad his hands in order for this to work. Aspen swallows and doesn't move at first, his wings fluttering with silent distress even if it doesn't show on Aspen's face. When he's conscious of his emotions he can hide them better and he's doing a good job of not seeming as scared as he actually is.

But he sucks in a breath and relents to the request, flicking his eyes up to Sinbad hesitantly, as if asking if that was okay. His fingers curl around his hand and he squeezes lightly. ]

[ Sinbad takes his time, not making any sudden moves, drawing every motion out so Aspen is well aware of everything he's doing it before he does so. He brings the hand Aspen had offered him to his lips, brushing a gentle, affectionate kiss against his knuckles before turning his hand over and doing the same against his palm.

Holding Aspen's gaze, he gently brings his other hand up, giving it the same treatment before bringing them together. He lets the length of rope slide lightly against Aspen's skin, teasing him with the slight friction of it before starting to loop a length of it gently about the other Dominant's wrists. ]

[ Aspen sucks in a deep inhale and exhales slowly, watching Sinbad with curious and not frightened eyes, charmed by the kisses on his skin. Right. He had nothing to fear.

His heart still jumped into his throat when he felt that rope start to be wound against his fair skin, but he cupped both hands together, as if to keep the kisses his partner gave him together. He wasn't in trouble or danger, he was fine. Aspen caught one of Sin's hands, kissing his knuckles gently before sitting back, heart still drumming hard in his chest. ]

[ There's a warm - almost tender - smile on Sinbad's face as he watches Aspen. He keeps his movements slow and deliberate, but there's almost a teasing sort of grace in the way he starts winding a length of the rope about the courtesan's wrists before letting either end of it continue to twine its way up along his arms, winding around and around in a careful pattern to encase both his arms within the constraints that also holds his wrists together. So that Aspen will feel the pull and tug of them anytime he moves his arms in any way, the feel of them much more prevalent than merely about his wrists.

But Sinbad intends to make this a dance of sensation, as well, so that connotation won't continue to be a negative one for him. In fact. His lips trail over Aspen's skin, following the path of those ropes up either arm as he winds them into place. ]

[ He squirms slightly as the rope starts to be wound up his arms, and while he stays still, he smiles and starts to squirm. His breath shudders - it's an instantaneous reaction and he tries to hide his confusion and mixed feelings about it. He knows why he gets aroused so easily when he's bound, and that in and of itself makes the memories start to resurface.

Sin's careful touch has him beating them back down. ]

You're so kind to me. [ It's gentle and quiet, along with a soft laugh. As Sin's lips press against his skin higher and higher, Aspen dips his head down to kiss the crown of his hair. ]

Am I?

[ There's a quiet chuckle in Sinbad's voice as he counters those words, his gaze flitting from his task to search Aspen's face once more. One corner of his lips twitch upwards. ]

You deserve kindness, Aspen. And a great deal more.

No one deserves things, they must be earned.

[ He says it gently, the soft smile still on his face. ]

But I thank you that you are kind to me. I'm very grateful for such a soft touch. Did I tell you, when we met, that I was a bit scared?

[ Sinbad's eyebrows arch upwards in surprise as he continues to wind the ropes up Aspen's arms, and then carefully begins a criss-cross arrangement around his chest, forming loose knots in the way he twists the rope. They're different from what Aspen might be familiar with, looking far more like varied styles of sailor's knots than anything else, but he keeps them loose for now as he decorates Aspen's skin with them. ]

Scared? Of me?

[ He stays quiet as he closes his eyes and grounds himself, feeling Sinbad's fingers dance over his skin. His smile continues on his face, easy and comfortable. If he lets Sinbad's voice guide him... ]

Sinbad, you're at least a foot taller than me. You have big shoulders and a toned physique, and you had a sword at your side. To someone like me, you are intimidating by nature, just because you dwarf me easily.

[ A pause - ]

I like it, though. Especially now that I know my trust in you is well-placed.

I also just showed up and shoved chocolate at you, so that should have really been the least intimidating thing ever. [ A pause, before he winks. ] At least until I offered you a bite from my fingers, anyway.

Oh, as if I haven't been offered something under the impression of luring me away from my guard before.

[ Aspen opens an eye to smirk at him. ]

I can't believe you still tried to get me to eat from your hand at your dinner.

[ Sinbad's grin is still utterly unrepentant as he kisses his way along Aspen's shoulder, letting the rope drop to drape down over his chest now from where it twines up and over his shoulders from his arms. ]

I thought it would be a very educational experience for the rest of them.

[ He squirms a little, feeling the way the ropes hold him tightly in place. He bites his lower lip, lowering his head for a moment before he pointedly pushes himself over, pushing his shoulder into Sinbad's. ]

Perhaps one day I'll actually accept your proposition.

[ Sinbad chuckles at that, letting the ropes rest loosely against his skin as he turns his face towards Aspen, his gaze warm and amused and find. One hand lifts, cupping against Aspen's cheek as he draws him in for a kiss now that his wrists and arms are bound and twined in rope. A reward, and encouragement. ]

Mmmm, and I'm very much looking forward to that day. As well as just the simple delight of feeding you with my hand, letting you take what I offer from my fingers. Feeling your lips and tongue against my skin as I feed you.

[ Weight shifting onto his knees, Aspen pushes himself up so he can have a little more control to the kiss. It's not usual for him to demand that kind of control, but with the loss of his own hands, he feels a little useless... he settles himself back down only after a light bite to Sinbad's lower lip, eyelids lowered. ]

It sounds like you want me to do other things with my mouth.

Your mouth. [ A twitch of his lips as he follows Aspen back as he settles, returning the nip with one of his own before he smooths his tongue over that same spot. ] My mouth. Your hands, mine. There is very little I don't want you to do, Aspen, or to do to you, when it comes to pleasure.

[ Aspen exhales a breath as Sinbad draws away, face still lightly flushed even as his smirk fades back into a smile. ]

Mm. The feeling is mutual. I'll think of something else, eventually.

I'm sure you will think of a great many things.

[ His smile lingers and he lets his hands slide down over Aspen's torso, teasing against his nipples, tracing over his ribs, before he catches both ends of the rope once more and carefully crisscrosses it around Aspen's torso. The rope winds behind him and before him, resting snug under his arms and over his shoulders, along his ribs, and crossed in a strange loose knot at the center of his chest. Sinbad had carefully positioned two strands of it to rest just above his nipples, so that if shifts or stretch it will lightly rub to tease against sensitive flesh, an additional distraction, as he weaves his playful sort of web around Aspen's lithe body. ]

Ah -

[ Even though he'd said that Sinbad could tie up anything he wanted, he'd be lying if he said he expected this. His face burns as his wings flutter behind him. ]

You really do know your way around knots.

[ His breath shakes a bit as he murmurs it out, squirming and feeling the way the ropes pull and rub up against his sensitive skin. ]

Sailor, remember? [ Sinbad chuckles as he watches Aspen squirm against the bindings, reaching out to run his fingertips over them, tugging slightly to let Aspen feel the emphasis of how they shifted, the rope growing taut before slackening once more. ] There's a great deal of time to practice them when one is at sea for days on end.

[ The tug has his wings flapping when his balance goes slightly off, knowing he might just fall over. His face flushes further. ]

You are too many things for me to remember. King, trading partner, rogue, sailor...

[ But Sinbad's hands are steady against him, holding him up so he can't lose his balance. He lets his fingers tease against Aspen's skin, tracking alone warm flesh where it meets the friction of the rope, letting him feel the outline of both contrasting sensations. ]

Mmmm, it's probably a bad idea to ever let me get bored. I tend to go find something to occupy myself with. hence... all of that.

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