[ 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?
[ Sinbad's smirk just takes on a devious look as he bends over his lover, thrusting deep again, adjusting the angle slightly again to keep Aspen off-balance. At the same time, he lets one hand slide inward to tease fingers against Aspen's arousal. ]
You have. But I'm not your normal sort of client, Aspen. You shouldn't underestimate me.
[ He bristles, though not in an angry fashion - a rush of goosebumps come up his arms and he whimpers, trying to shift and move his legs to offset the thrust, only to groan. Fuck. ]
[ Fingers tease and slide again, circling slowly about the swollen tip of him, moving in counter to the steady pace of his thrusts. A purposeful contrast, to keep Aspen guessing, unable to adapt to one over the other. ]
[ Aspen tosses his head to the side sharply, sweat starting to bead at his forehead, breaths scattered. It was like trying to climb a slope while it rained - no purchase. It's too much but not enough at the same time, dizzying, making it hard for him to hold on. ]
A s-sexy threat. Sinbad - don't tell me you're actually trying it!
I'd hate for you to think I'm the kind of person who would make a threat and not follow through, after all.
[ His voice might be strained from the effort but he maintains the deliberate pace of his hips as he thrusts deeper into Aspen's body, even as his fingers tease and dance along sensitive flesh. He wraps them around Aspen's length, stroking him slowly, giving him a playful squeeze. ]
[ His hips jerk up into that squeeze uselessly - Aspen lets out a frustrated moan of helplessness, trying to swirl his hips to no avail. It's just making it so much harder to hold on, he can feel himself getting closer and that same anticipation ebbing away in the same breath, keeping him on edge. ]
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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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[ He laughs brightly, though a particularly deep thrust has it keening off into a weak moan. ]
Courtesan, r-remember? I've trained... for this.
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You have. But I'm not your normal sort of client, Aspen. You shouldn't underestimate me.
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I feel like that's a threat.
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Is that what you think?
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A s-sexy threat. Sinbad - don't tell me you're actually trying it!
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[ His voice might be strained from the effort but he maintains the deliberate pace of his hips as he thrusts deeper into Aspen's body, even as his fingers tease and dance along sensitive flesh. He wraps them around Aspen's length, stroking him slowly, giving him a playful squeeze. ]
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I-I don't! You - I believe you!
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