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[worldinnovator]

[ That gets a laugh huffed softly against slicked skin before Sinbad licks him again, from base to tip, drawing the moment out. ]

Wound enough. It is your control that is so flawless, Aspen. Do you not enjoy this part, when the tables are turned? Seeing your partners come undone in pleasure? Knowing that you give them pleasure that drives away all thought, all sense, all control?

[terraria]

[ Aspen's hips jerk again, wanting more of that wetness around him, not just a tease. ]

Hnn -

I ... I'm not answering that!

[ Yes. ]

[worldinnovator]

I think that's answer enough, don't you?

[ Is that laughter in his voice? Probably.

He repeats the slow lick before sucking the very tip of Aspen's arousal into the wet heat of his mouth, bobbing his head slowly around him. ]

[terraria]

I'd show you what I think if -

[ His near-threat breaks off with a low moan, straining his hips to stay still as he feels that sudden wet heat around him. It trails off into a whimper - ]

Please, more...

[worldinnovator]

[ Okay, he's certainly laughing at that cut-off threat now, smiling as he sucks Aspen slowly deeper. He takes his time, but he's thorough in his pleasuring, hands sliding along Aspen's thighs before tugging lightly on the ropes, letting them tighten and loosen as he sucks on his lover's arousal, letting him feel all of it, letting it wash together in a blend of contrasting sensations. ]

[terraria]

[ Aspen's breath notably hitches, whimpers turning a bit higher the moment he starts to pull on the ropes. It's still a little scary, but there's an intense need there too, pleasure mingling with fear and making him rock slightly into Sinbad's mouth despite himself. Every part of him tells him to stay still, every bit of training, but he can't. It feels too good, he can't control himself... ]

[worldinnovator]

[ Sinbad gives a pleased, encouraging hum around his length, tongue sliding up along the underside of his cock, praising and rewarding him with pleasure for his reaction, the honesty of it, letting himself feel and react despite his training, dwelling in the pleasure rather than fear or control. ]

[terraria]

[ 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. ]

[worldinnovator]

[ Oh, that moan is even more beautiful as Aspen's head falls back against the pillow and Sinbad's eyes darken, a soft sound vibrating in his own throat of hungry approval as he takes Aspen's length deeper still, speeding his movements for a moment before changing direction.... and pulling off his lover instead to lick and kiss along his length, moving down to the base of his cock, fingers teasing against his balls as he keeps him spread wide open for him. ]

[terraria]

[ Aspen's so used to thrusting up with his hips that when Sinbad pulls away, all he can do is let out a sharp, loud whine of want, wriggling. No... no, he wanted his mouth back on his length - ah... ]

Tease! Tease!

[ He's so accusatory and petulant in his whines, his length hard and throbbing with need. ]

[worldinnovator]

[ Sinbad gives a soft laugh at that protest, turning his head just enough that he can nip playfully at the inside of Aspen's thigh, just under where the ropes bind. ]

Oh, trust me, love. I'm not going far. I have every intention of keeping you lost in pleasure.

[ And to prove his words, he ducks his head low once more. And then purposefully swipes his tongue over the tight ring of muscle, probing at it with his tongue as he teases Aspen's entrance. ]

[terraria]

[ That almost sounds like a threat, but to Aspen, he wants it. As much as he complains...

A startled whimper escapes him. Oh. Masrur did that too, but - he hadn't expected Sinbad to... he muffles his quiet moan, trying to look at Sinbad, but only able to catch the top of his hair. ]

Ah, are you going to...

[worldinnovator]

[ Hands grip his hips as he tilts Aspen up just a little, a better angle as he delves in once more, prodding and teasing and using his lips and tongue to slick the skin and start gently prodding Aspen open beneath him. ]

[terraria]

[ He yelps, feeling his toes curl at the teasing, gentle intrusion - he'd only really felt this once before, with Masrur, but this is still different. Sinbad is gentler, more intent on teasing him. He really is going to keep him on the edge and tease him mercilessly, isn't he? But he's already leaking... ]

[worldinnovator]

[ He is, because he wants Aspen to enjoy being on the receiving end of such attentions. he suspects that hadn't often happened before coming here, so being able to do so, to watch his reactions as he's wracked with sensation, with need, with pleasure - makes this doubly delicious for him.

He uses his tongue to tease for a bit as Aspen's muscles loosen and relax before easing a finger into him, then another, stroking him with the digits with deliberate care, seeking out his prostate as he does so, adding to the pleasure he gives him. ]

[terraria]

[ Although Aspen's reaction to having his prostate teased is the most obvious - his hips roll upwards and he whimpers aloud, his legs pulling up uselessly - he actually reacts as Sinbad just presses inside of him in general. His sensitivity has always been high, and with how often he teases himself, it's not as if he doesn't know.

Which is probably why he stares up at the ceiling and bites his lower lip, squirming, as if hoping Sinbad doesn't tease him by actually not going for his sweet spot. Or maybe he wants that? Ah... he doesn't know. ]

[worldinnovator]

[ 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. ]

[terraria]

[ It's certainly working with the way he starts to squirm against his bindings more. He squeezes around Sinbad's fingers tightly in response; even slow strokes along his insides has him squirming, his cock twitching. His fingers curl and flex behind him, breath shuddering.

And yet - ]

D... don't prepare me too much. I like - the burn.

[worldinnovator]

[ Sinbad hums softly at that, pulling back just enough to brush his lips lightly against the inside of Aspen's thigh. ]

Is that so? Rougher tastes, Aspen?

[terraria]

[ He swallowed hard, not answering immediately. ]

I -

I just like a bit of pain to ground myself. Th... that's all.

[worldinnovator]

[ Lips quirk upwards slightly as Sinbad regards him for a moment before giving his fingers another slow sloke within Aspen, brushing up against his prostate. ]

Mmm, I'll remember that. Good to know. Does that mean you think I've stretched you enough now? To still give you that burn you want?

[terraria]

[ The edging has him keening again, eyelashes wet with frustrated tears, his wings fluttering - ]

Y-yes, please! Sin, please...

[worldinnovator]

[ Sinbad laughs softly, warm and fond, and finally withdraws his fingers, quickly shedding out of the rest of his clothing and dropping it over the side of the bed. ]

Mmm. You're pretty when you beg, Aspen. You're always pretty, of course, but gods, you look delicious like this.

[terraria]

[ Aspen pouts up at him with a slight sniff, trying to blink away the tears. ]

One might think you like me crying, Sinbad. [ Alright, now he's just being a brat. ]

[worldinnovator]

[ That just gets another laugh from Sin as he moves to crouch over him, reaching up with a finger to wipe away the wetness there. ]

Were these tears of sadness, I would have a different reaction. But of need? Knowing that I've made you tremble and writhe and beg for more of what I can give you? That's a heady sort of power all in its own right, Aspen. And one you know all too well, so your pretense at pouting will only get you so far here.