[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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... ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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?
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ Turning his head slightly once his tears are wiped away, he bites gently at his finger, clearly not ready to drop his bratty act for now.
But his lack of answer probably says all. He knows exactly what's being done to him and what he's doing in return, but being called out for it feels a little strange. Still, that won't stop him from acting out a little, when he knows Sinbad won't really punish him for it. ]
[ Of course he won't, not when he enjoys it so much. Besides, tonight was very much not about a punishment, especially after how long it had taken Aspen to relax. It wasn't his intention to bring up potentially painful or frightening memories after they'd gotten so far. ]
Mmm, good to see you're enjoying this so much. In that case, I won't feel bad for making you beg before I let you come.
[ And without saying anything else, his hands cradle against Aspen's hips, keeping him tilted up at just the right angle, starting to work himself inside of him. He takes his time, but he's also conscious now of Aspen craving this a little on the rough side so he purposefully adds hints of that to his movements. ]
[ Aspen gasps out loudly and his back arches to try and push back on Sinbad's length all at once - but he can't. His hips move but it's ineffectual - he can only really shift side to side, making him let out a frustrated noise, even if he's doing good at keeping the panic biting at the back of his throat. He breathes in and looks up at Sinbad, letting his racing heart settle, letting himself moan aloud as the pinch of pain and burn of him sliding into his small body settled.
That pain, surprisingly, is what makes him calm; his head falls back and he whines. ]
I've got you, love. Stay relaxed for me. I know what you need.
[ He presses deeper once Aspen stops trying to force it, hands still keeping his hips caught where he wants him. He feels Aspen stretch to take him in and he gives him time to adjust before searching for a steady pace he can hold without pushing either of them too far too fast. ]
[ He's noisy, but that's normal - his gutteral moans as Sinbad adjusts inside of him and his muscles cling around the other, his wings weakly flapping. Tied together as they are, Aspen's legs shift, the tightness of his body shifting with his movement to make it a little tighter on Sinbad.
Even tied up like this, Aspen has his ways, and going by the wheeze of a laugh he lets out, he knows he's going to be effecting his lover. ]
[ Oh, he hears that laugh. And feels that tightening as well, but he just gives Aspen a knowing smirk as he leans over him, pressing deeper now, the angle of his thrusts adjusted to press up against him, seeking to rub against that spot as he moves, thrusts still maintaining that deliberate pace.
When he speaks this time, his voice holds a hint of strain from the pleasure, as fingers curl into the flesh of Aspen's hips. ]
I feel that, you little tease. Is this to be a challenge, then? To see who can make the other come first?
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Tease! Tease!
[ He's so accusatory and petulant in his whines, his length hard and throbbing with need. ]
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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. ]
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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...
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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And yet - ]
D... don't prepare me too much. I like - the burn.
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Is that so? Rougher tastes, Aspen?
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I -
I just like a bit of pain to ground myself. Th... that's all.
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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?
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Y-yes, please! Sin, please...
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Mmm. You're pretty when you beg, Aspen. You're always pretty, of course, but gods, you look delicious like this.
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One might think you like me crying, Sinbad. [ Alright, now he's just being a brat. ]
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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.
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But his lack of answer probably says all. He knows exactly what's being done to him and what he's doing in return, but being called out for it feels a little strange. Still, that won't stop him from acting out a little, when he knows Sinbad won't really punish him for it. ]
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Mmm, good to see you're enjoying this so much. In that case, I won't feel bad for making you beg before I let you come.
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[ Finally, an honest response - he's still pouting, though. ]
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Mmmm, something else to look forward to then.
[ And without saying anything else, his hands cradle against Aspen's hips, keeping him tilted up at just the right angle, starting to work himself inside of him. He takes his time, but he's also conscious now of Aspen craving this a little on the rough side so he purposefully adds hints of that to his movements. ]
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That pain, surprisingly, is what makes him calm; his head falls back and he whines. ]
Sin...
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[ He presses deeper once Aspen stops trying to force it, hands still keeping his hips caught where he wants him. He feels Aspen stretch to take him in and he gives him time to adjust before searching for a steady pace he can hold without pushing either of them too far too fast. ]
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Even tied up like this, Aspen has his ways, and going by the wheeze of a laugh he lets out, he knows he's going to be effecting his lover. ]
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When he speaks this time, his voice holds a hint of strain from the pleasure, as fingers curl into the flesh of Aspen's hips. ]
I feel that, you little tease. Is this to be a challenge, then? To see who can make the other come first?
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