worldinnovator

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.

[ Aspen lets out a soft moan at the touch and the difference between both touches, the uneasy feeling starting to fade. Sinbad would catch him if he fell, but he was holding him steady even now. ]

I can feel that it's a bad idea to let you get bored. I'll have to make sure to visit more often in this case.

You'll certainly never hear me complaining about that.

[ Sinbad smiles as he lets the ropes wind down around Aspen's torso, resting against his legs now before Sinbad leans in for a slow kiss. ]

I would keep you by my side all day, every day, if I could.

Mmm, but are you ready to lay back now?

[ Aspen leans into the kiss, both seeming a grounding force and such an airy, light thing, like he's flying. He closes his eyes, not pulling away, not kissing further, just enjoying the touch of lips against lips. At least before he gently flicks their noses together. ]

I am... ready. [ He opens his wings further, so they're not pinned underneath him. ]

[ Sinbad just smiles, and then his eyes drift as Aspen spreads his wings, pale feathers rustling at the movement, his breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sight of them. ]

Gods, you're so beautiful, Aspen. I know I've told you before, but you still take my breath away when I least expect it.

[ He blinks before his face reddens, but he speaks softly. ]

... it's unfair that when you say things like that, things I normally wouldn't think twice about shrugging off... it feels so much more special. As if your charm or charisma works on me.

Except it doesn't, and I know the truth - it's not the charm that makes it special... not to me. Not for me. [ He smiles, soft and earnest. ] I like it better that way.

[ He brushes a kiss against Aspen's cheek for a moment before he carefully eases him back onto his back, being extra careful of his wings as he does so. ]

You're used to empty flatteries, or compliments meant to gain the giver something in return. Is it charm if I find you beautiful simply for being who and what you are?

But you are special. So I'm glad.

[ His wings flare out, settling carefully on the bed. He can fold them there more easily, though he sounds flustered when he clarifies; ]

I just said that it's not charm. I suppose it's 'earnestness'...? I didn't say I was special, either, don't twist my words.

[ In a way, it's good to be on his back, peering up... he's all the smaller now, with Sinbad towering over him. Aspen swallows hard, biting on his lower lip, anxiety starting to twist his stomach. No, he doesn't have to be scared. He doesn't have to be scared. Sinbad isn't scary. He curls his fingers into fists as if it might stop his nerves. ]

The one problem with this is that I can't touch you.

I'm not twisting your words. I'm saying them plainly in mine. You are special, Aspen.

[ It's easy to see the anxiety and unease starting to unfurl in the body beneath him, so instead of towering, Sinbad comes in close, wrapping his arms around Aspen, even as he carefully bears him back to the bed - staying with him the entire time as he lays him out gently against the comforter. His bound hands are gently caught between them, even as Sinbad's hands skim gently against his sides, tweaking lightly at the ropes there, reminding him that this can be pleasurable and teasing as well. ]

Then I shall have to touch you twice as much to make up for it, hmm?

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject