[ 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. ]
Do you? [ That smirk in his tone isn't fading as he sweeps his thumb over the slit at the tip of Aspen's cock, even as he presses as deep as he can go, resting there a moment before pulling out and thrusting all the way back in. ] Still think I will lose so easily?
[ Aspen cries out, throwing back his head - so deep! His entire body shudders and he whimpers weakly, his toes curling and making him lose his breath. ]
[ A long pause, an absolute lack of all stimulation, before Sinbad pulls out again and thrusts in just as deeply once more, timing the strokes and squeezes of his fingers in time with the deep rock of his hips. ]
[ Eh? Did he say something wrong? Aspen watches Sinbad warily, trying to shift his hips again, but cries out so sharply it knocks the breath right out of his chest.
Aspen almost comes. His world goes white and then black before he blinks to see Sin above him. ]
Y... yes. I-I underestimated. You - you almost made me come...
Good. [ There's a playful, predatory snarl in Sinbad's voice, his tone still strained as he rocks into Aspen again, thumb sliding over the very tip of ASpen's cock. ] Then you're going to wait for me, Aspen. I want you to feel everything.
Mmmm, I could be mean and say hours. [ There's a smirk in Sin's voice as he thrusts deep, speeding his pace now, pushing his own control to the very limits, his body throbbing with the desire to let himself go and spill deep into Aspen.
A few more moments, just to enjoy the decadent sight Aspen makes before him... ]
[ The cry is torn from Aspen's throat before he can even say his full name, his vowels drawn out into a long whine as his body arches and twists, writhing underneath the force of his thrusts. The depth has his eyes tearing up out of pleasure, so much pleasure he's shaking hard in anticipation of his orgasm. He's being good, though. He's hanging on, his breaths shallow and brows drawn to focus.
Even as good as this all feels, as much as Sinbad clearly wants to drive him out of control, he's keeping a firm handle on himself - knees almost pressing together as he tightens and rearranges himself, body holding his length inside of him tighter with the shift. ]
You're beautiful, Aspen. [ Sin breathes out the words on a soft moan as he keeps the rough pace now, pushing them both towards their completion. ] I'm going to touch you now, love, and you're going to come undone for me. I want to feel you, every second of your pleasure. Let me see you come undone.
[ His fingers curl around Aspen's arousal, stroking him in time to those deep thrusts, even as his own body shudders with an approaching orgsasm. ]
[ There's a tiny, obedient nod as Sin speaks, given Aspen can't trust himself to not just breathe Sin's name over and over with his pace, clenching his fists hard against his bindings and trying to squirm his hips back onto the length inside of him like he can have more.
His muscles squeeze tightly around Sin; Aspen screams for him as fingers tease and stroke at his sensitive arousal, his come painting his hand, his slender stomach and his lingerie all at once. He's dizzy from his cry, his whimpered moans, his body growing weak even as is orgasm rages strong through him, forcing his delicate body to tremble even now. It's decidedly different when it's so emotional, when it's not just conquering a fear but also being able to be with someone he cherishes deeply; everything feels stronger and he feels so sore but satisfied as his breath finally starts to even out, the small aftershocks still having him shiver and clench around Sinbad, coaxing him to keep going. ]
[ It's only a thrust or so after Aspen comes that Sinbad presses deep himself, body tensing and shuddering as he gives a harsh exhale, eyes locked on Aspen as he comes, hard and fast. His remaining hand grips Aspen's hips, nails biting faintly into flesh as he holds himself there, his lover so tight around him. Aspen clenching tight around him, milking him with his body, has him hissing out a low, breathless moan.
Breathing hard, he braces a hand beside Aspen's head as he leans over him, eyes dazed and half-lidded from pleasure and release as he rests there for a moment. ]
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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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Hnnn... m-maybe I was hasty...
[ 'Maybe', he says. ]
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[ A long pause, an absolute lack of all stimulation, before Sinbad pulls out again and thrusts in just as deeply once more, timing the strokes and squeezes of his fingers in time with the deep rock of his hips. ]
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Aspen almost comes. His world goes white and then black before he blinks to see Sin above him. ]
Y... yes. I-I underestimated. You - you almost made me come...
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Can you hold it off until I give you permission, Aspen?
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O-of course I can... I'm not a novice...
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[ He whimpers, his head pushing back against the sheets and pillows as his spine arches, pushing his hips down against Sinbad once more. ]
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A few more moments, just to enjoy the decadent sight Aspen makes before him... ]
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[ The cry is torn from Aspen's throat before he can even say his full name, his vowels drawn out into a long whine as his body arches and twists, writhing underneath the force of his thrusts. The depth has his eyes tearing up out of pleasure, so much pleasure he's shaking hard in anticipation of his orgasm. He's being good, though. He's hanging on, his breaths shallow and brows drawn to focus.
Even as good as this all feels, as much as Sinbad clearly wants to drive him out of control, he's keeping a firm handle on himself - knees almost pressing together as he tightens and rearranges himself, body holding his length inside of him tighter with the shift. ]
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[ His fingers curl around Aspen's arousal, stroking him in time to those deep thrusts, even as his own body shudders with an approaching orgsasm. ]
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His muscles squeeze tightly around Sin; Aspen screams for him as fingers tease and stroke at his sensitive arousal, his come painting his hand, his slender stomach and his lingerie all at once. He's dizzy from his cry, his whimpered moans, his body growing weak even as is orgasm rages strong through him, forcing his delicate body to tremble even now. It's decidedly different when it's so emotional, when it's not just conquering a fear but also being able to be with someone he cherishes deeply; everything feels stronger and he feels so sore but satisfied as his breath finally starts to even out, the small aftershocks still having him shiver and clench around Sinbad, coaxing him to keep going. ]
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Breathing hard, he braces a hand beside Aspen's head as he leans over him, eyes dazed and half-lidded from pleasure and release as he rests there for a moment. ]
Fuck, Aspen. You're so fucking perfect.
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