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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?

[ Aspen falters, his face flushing again. Oh. He... he couldn't quite understand it, really - he wasn't really 'special', in his eyes. That Sinbad would say so caused a slight grimace of confusion, one that melted away as he leaned into his partner's touch, slightly swaying his hips as he did so. His heart raced at the thought. ]

You tire me out just touching me normally... [ It was rare to find someone who could actually go as many rounds as he could with Sinbad. ] I don't know if even you could do twice as much.

Careful or I'll take that as a challenge. [ Sinbad gives him a wink as his hands continue to slide over Aspen's body, keeping constant contact with him, keeping the caresses warm and reassuring.

Sliding fingertips down over Aspen's hips, they move to the other Dominant's thighs as he brings Aspen's knees up to either side of him. ]

Keep these bent right here for me, hmm?

[ Aspen tilted his head questioningly but said nothing, keeping them bent at the angle Sin wanted. ]

You take everything as a challenge.

Well. Yes.

[ His lips twitch with a playful smile at that as he meets Aspen's gaze, although his fingers are sliding along Aspen's hips, down along the outside of his thighs, slipping to play beneath the curve of his knees. When he's certain Aspen is relaxed again, he lets the ropes slide here as well, carefully winding them about slim ankles as he secures Aspen in this position, legs bound to him, bent and stretched open. Vulnerable. ]

That's hardly a surprise to you now, is it?

[ He swallows hard, feeling himself harden and just averting his gaze to the ceiling. Usually, he wouldn't be bashful or shy in bed, but being so vulnerable and exposed to someone he does care about, it feels like his heart is hammering in his chest. He looks up to Sinbad as best as he can, lips parted. ]

N... no. It isn't. I find it charming, actually... because you are not the only one.

Am I not?

[ Sinbad hums the words as he lets his fingers slide down along the inside of Aspen's thighs, now bound open and held in place - along with the rest of him. He takes in the sight of his lover's cock hardening further and he smiles, one corner of his lips quirking upwards. Tempted, his fingers are drawn here next, sliding a single fingertip up along the vein on the underside, feeling the way his pulse throbs beneath the touch. ]

[ Aspen lets out an amused little huff from his nose, letting his head fall to the side as he looks at Sinbad out of the corner of his eyes. ]

Do you really think I'm the type to roll over because of a challenge? You're lucky your knots are tight or I'd - I'd teach you a lesson.

Mmm, only if that was part of your plan in the first place. And if rolling over got you exactly what you wanted out of said challenge.

[ Sinbad winks down at him, trailing a single finger over the tip of Aspen's cock, teasing against the slit. ]

[ Aspen gasps, his hips trying to rock into that touch - his fingers curl and fist, his face flushing. His adam's apple bobs and he watches Sinbad, biting his lower lip. ]

... I'm not sure if I'm irritated or surprised you found that out.

Which part?

[ Sinbad just grins, unrepentant as he watches Aspen struggle to rock up in search of more friction beneath him, pleased at the reactions that flared visibly through the man beneath him. ]

All of it.

I suppose I shouldn't be either. You've known - hnn... tease. You've known I've been manipulative since we met.

[ He squirms against his binds again and pouts this time, some of his hair mussed and falling out of his ponytail. ]

Unlike you, I don't think it's always a bad trait, either. A dangerous one, perhaps, but not necessarily bad.

[ Smiling at that pout, he leans down and then playfully - purposefully - runs the tip of his tongue up the underside of Aspen's cock, trailing the same path his fingertip had teased a moment before. ]

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