[ What did you expect he's a courtesan - but Aspen lets out an affirmative noise. ]
Tomorrow, then.
[ It's a surprisingly dreary day - raining hard, and showing no signs of stopping. Aspen had intended on a bit of running but that was out when the weather was this bad. At least it was a perfect sort of night to stay in...
Given Sinbad had been particularly pouty about his lack of lingerie fashion show, Aspen decided to wear his best set: a deep violet set of lace lingerie and sheer silk that matched his eyes in color, thigh highs coming up to mid-thigh and silk draped down his rib to his hips, further emphasizing the sensuous curves of his body. He rubbed at a wing, the change in atmosphere aching at some of his wounds, waiting for Sinbad to let himself in - he gave him a key, after all - or for him to politely knock. ]
[ Sinbad does knock, if only because he's carefully holding an armful of flowers when Aspen comes to open the door.
Holding them out with a wink for the other Dominant when the door opens, there's a cluster of lilies and iris and hydrangea, with tiny bursts of babies breath and lily of the valley in a blend of blues, violets and whites. ]
...Alright so I might have gone a little bit overboard, but they were all pretty and I couldn't decide.
[ He's usually hard to make blush when in sexual situations but somehow, presenting flowers has him pink. He takes the bouquet, looking a little embarrassed all the same. ]
It's beautiful... you didn't need to. Though I am thankful.
[ He gives them a light sniff as he steps aside to let Sin in, long ponytailed hair swinging behind him. Thankfully, it looks like Aspen does keep himself busy aside from his theater work, given by the vases and the flower arrangements he has sitting on the kitchen counter. He takes one vase aside to put the bouquet in, placing it on the table. ]
I'm not sure you're rewarding me for a performance I've yet to give or not...
[ Sinbad lets him take the flowers and move to put them in a vase - taking advantage of getting to drink in the sight of him in the sheer little outfit he wears when he walks away. But as Aspen sets the vase on the table, he wraps arms around him from behind, drawing him back against his chest as he bends to press a kiss to his shoulder. ]
I merely saw them the other day on my way home and they reminded me of you. It made me smile, and I hoped they would do the same for you.
[ Aspen tenses just a bit in surprise as he feels Sinbad behind him, leaning into his arms as his wings flutter beside him, a flash of goosebumps running up his bare shoulder. ]
They did. [ He feels so warm in this moment, and his heart feels like it's going to beat right out of his chest. He nudges him slightly, carefully turning around in his grasp to get onto his tiptoes and kiss his cheek, one hand lingering on his shoulder as the other strokes against his neck. ]
I hope what I'm wearing makes up for all the times I've alluded to dressing up for your generals but didn't dress up for you.
[ Aspen chuckles, slowly striding forwards, though he doesn't get onto his tiptoes this time. He does, however, reach out and take Sinbad's hand, gently kissing his palm. ]
Thank you.
[ He steps closer, reorienting that hand to the curve of his waist. There's a slight tremor in his hand, unusual in this situation. ]
[ Sinbad murmurs this in appreciation, his eyes one Aspen's face as he steps in close once more. Sinbad lets a single fingertip trail down along the dancer's shoulder, tracing the line of lingerie there against pale skin.
He doesn't miss that tremor, either. He doesn't think it's from the cold. ]
[ ... but his face can't pause in coloring as he looks to the side, awkward and anxious. The tremor is in his wing too, notable as he stands as still as he is now. Aspen debates on lying before he nods, his movements slow. ]
Fear is not always something you can argue away with logic and common sense.
[ Sinbad's voice is soft as he smooths a hand along one of those trembling wings. His gaze is intent as he studies Aspen for a moment before giving him a nudge towards the bedroom. ]
Come on. Let's go get comfortable first and then we can discuss how we want to do this.
[ Even if Aspen knows Sinbad's right, he doesn't want to readily admit it. He doesn't - he leads instead, past all his painted walls to his bedroom. There's a darker shade of blue here, like the nighttime sky freckled with stars - his bed isn't made, or rather, it's purposely a little messy to fit the definition of a nest, sheets overlapping with each other and tucked in with many pillows dotting it. It is, at least, very plush and comfortable to sit in. Aspen himself perches at the edge, tugging on Sin to join him.
There is a large compartment that slides under the bed, open and available to be seen: it's the collection Aspen spoke about before clearly, with all kinds of toys and tools for sex. ]
[ Sinbad's aware that had less to do with him and more about the contents of what tonight would hold.
He lets himself be tugged close, although instead of sitting next to Aspen for the moment, he crouches down beside the open compartment instead. Giving a low whistle of admiration, he lets his gaze skim over the contents within, impressed. ]
Remind me to take you with me next time I go shopping so I can start putting together one of these...
It's hardly even done. There's quite a lot I want to try.
[ It's clear most things have been used - the ones that haven't are still in their packages, while the ones that have may be a little worn, but are otherwise sparkling clean. Going by just what's been worn the most, it seems Aspen's quite fond of the prostate massager and some bottles of various warming lubrications.
The only silk rope (there's four, in different colors) that isn't tied with a rubber band and with the store tag still on it is a set of dusk-red rope that, while loose, seems to have been used only once or twice. It still shows the tell-tale bend of a rope that was recently unpackaged. ]
Mmmm, and deny myself the pleasure of an afternoon in your company while you explain to me what all these delightful things are for?
[ He casts Aspen a playful, affectionate wink before reaching out and brushing fingertips over that red rope before lifting his gaze to Aspen's face once more. ]
His eyes land on the rope offered and all of his body seems to freeze for a second, like it can't comprehend it, before he clears his throat, presses his hands to his knees, and idly kicks his feet - his eyes are on his own feet. ]
I'd prefer another one. I think I'd look better in the teal, don't you think?
[ Hmm. That's a curious reaction, and one he's tempted to poke at, but right now is about keeping Aspen as comfortable as possible while he deals with this fear.
So he lets his fingers drift to the package that holds the teal ropes instead, perfectly similar, just in a different shade of color. ]
I think you'll look gorgeous no matter what color we decorate you in, Aspen. But if you wish the teal, we'll use the teal. Would you prefer to stay on your back for this? Or perhaps your knees? Or did you have something else in mind?
[ Sinbad accepts that without arguing, reaching up to cup his free hand against Aspen's cheek. ]
But first, I want you to pick a word we'll use for safety. Something you wouldn't utter in a moment of passion. Something that I know means 'stop' if this gets to be too much.
[ Aspen just leans against that touch, covering Sinbad's hand with his own tenderly and smiling. When he speaks he opens his eyes and looks to him intently, but his lips quickly part and surprise writes itself all over his features. ]
... m-me?
[ Consent and safety were always two of the things Aspen insisted on when he slept with anyone he didn't know; he had to make sure that they really wanted to be with him, and he had to make sure they felt safe. It wasn't, to him, true sex without it. It was just a brutalization otherwise. It didn't feel right.
It was... different, to hear it applied to his own interactions. Numbly - ]
No one's... asked that before...
[ His voice is soft and small and quiet, violet-blue eyes wide as he tries to think, to swallow down the lump in his throat. No one had really let him say 'no' or 'stop' before. There wasn't... space for that. Aspen was at everyone's beck and call, after all. There was little he could say no to. It wasn't as if he was truly a person, or had a mind of his own, in their opinion.
... Sinbad was going to let him say no. ... why? It made little sense to Aspen - why would he say no, to Sinbad? Even when this was difficult for him, he was alright. He'd go along with it. It wasn't... a big deal. He had to learn how to not freeze up like he just had.
He had to learn to accept it. How was stopping going to help?
Sin was smart as a tack, though - perceptive, almost maddeningly so. If Aspen chose a word and didn't mean to use it, he'd probably notice, wouldn't he? His heart beat fast, Aspen biting the inside of his cheek. ]
O... opal?
[ There's doubt - as if Sinbad will tell him to choose something else. ]
Yes, you, love. [ He watches those emotions play out over Aspen's face and when he replies, sounding so startled and a little lost, Sinbad's throat works on a rough swallow as he keeps himself silent. Let's Aspen work through it in his own time. ]
Well then. You're a little overdue for someone to ask for one, don't you think?
[ Sinbad stays kneeling where hs is, thumb brushing against Aspen's cheek with soft affection, the gesture an almost-absent one as he waits, watching Aspen's face. When the other Dominant offers a softly-spoken option, Sinbad tips his head to the side to consider it. ]
Opal. [ He echoes it, committing the word to memory. ] I'll remember it, Aspen. And should you ever feel the need to use it - for whatever reason - I'll make sure whatever it is stops. Do you understand?
[ Aspen lets out a breath, surprised that Sinbad went along with it, melting into the other's touch with closed eyes and a quiet sound of understanding.
Sinbad is always so nice to him... he wonders why, sometimes. ]
I understand. I... I'll use it.
[ He probably won't need to, though. Aspen can't see himself... ever needing to use it, with Sinbad. He reaches up for his partner's shirt, to tug him down into a kiss. Or at least, to try to. He knows he's essentially handed over the reins to Sinbad for a majority of the encounter, so he can't exactly find it in himself to be upset if Sinbad refuses for something else, but... he wants a kiss from him, selfishly. ]
[ And Sinbad gives it to him, not even hesitating, leaning up to meet Aspen's lips in a warm and reassuring contact, his hand now sliding to cup at the nape of the other man's neck.
He lingers there for a long moment, in no rush and waiting until he could feel Aspen relax a little once more. He doesn't find this selfish - wanting Aspen to enjoy this is part of the reason he was here trying this with him. ]
Good. Now. Do you mind if we keep you in this pretty little outfit you're wearing while we do this? [ He gives Aspen a little wink when he finally pulls back for air, smiling at him warmly. He lets his gaze drop down over Aspen's slim for once more, his gaze appreciative and admiring. ] I'm enjoying the sight of it on you.
[ Oh. His face pinkens a little. That's a new one. Most people want to tug it off of him, at least most of it - the thigh-highs usually stayed... but he smiles, feeling a flutter in his chest. ]
I'd be happy to continue wearing it for you. It's very comfortable. [ In case Sinbad has misgivings of him wearing it only for him. ]
Good, I'm glad. [ He leans in, kissing him once more as he cups a hand against his cheek ] I want you to be comfortable while we play.
[ His fingers slide back Aspen's jaw and then down his throat and along one shoulder, playing with the soft fabric of the lingerie he wears. Then, he lets his hand travel down the length of his arm, towards his wrist. ]
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Date: 2018-11-24 09:15 pm (UTC)Tomorrow, then.
[ It's a surprisingly dreary day - raining hard, and showing no signs of stopping. Aspen had intended on a bit of running but that was out when the weather was this bad. At least it was a perfect sort of night to stay in...
Given Sinbad had been particularly pouty about his lack of lingerie fashion show, Aspen decided to wear his best set: a deep violet set of lace lingerie and sheer silk that matched his eyes in color, thigh highs coming up to mid-thigh and silk draped down his rib to his hips, further emphasizing the sensuous curves of his body. He rubbed at a wing, the change in atmosphere aching at some of his wounds, waiting for Sinbad to let himself in - he gave him a key, after all - or for him to politely knock. ]
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Date: 2018-11-24 10:02 pm (UTC)Holding them out with a wink for the other Dominant when the door opens, there's a cluster of lilies and iris and hydrangea, with tiny bursts of babies breath and lily of the valley in a blend of blues, violets and whites. ]
...Alright so I might have gone a little bit overboard, but they were all pretty and I couldn't decide.
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Date: 2018-11-24 10:09 pm (UTC)It's beautiful... you didn't need to. Though I am thankful.
[ He gives them a light sniff as he steps aside to let Sin in, long ponytailed hair swinging behind him. Thankfully, it looks like Aspen does keep himself busy aside from his theater work, given by the vases and the flower arrangements he has sitting on the kitchen counter. He takes one vase aside to put the bouquet in, placing it on the table. ]
I'm not sure you're rewarding me for a performance I've yet to give or not...
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Date: 2018-11-24 10:15 pm (UTC)[ Sinbad lets him take the flowers and move to put them in a vase - taking advantage of getting to drink in the sight of him in the sheer little outfit he wears when he walks away. But as Aspen sets the vase on the table, he wraps arms around him from behind, drawing him back against his chest as he bends to press a kiss to his shoulder. ]
I merely saw them the other day on my way home and they reminded me of you. It made me smile, and I hoped they would do the same for you.
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Date: 2018-11-24 10:27 pm (UTC)They did. [ He feels so warm in this moment, and his heart feels like it's going to beat right out of his chest. He nudges him slightly, carefully turning around in his grasp to get onto his tiptoes and kiss his cheek, one hand lingering on his shoulder as the other strokes against his neck. ]
I hope what I'm wearing makes up for all the times I've alluded to dressing up for your generals but didn't dress up for you.
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Date: 2018-11-24 10:31 pm (UTC)[ He asks this with a smile as he takes a step back in order to drink in the sight of what Aspen is wearing.
He gives a low whistle of admiration. ]
You're so beautiful, Aspen.
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Date: 2018-11-24 10:45 pm (UTC)Thank you.
[ He steps closer, reorienting that hand to the curve of his waist. There's a slight tremor in his hand, unusual in this situation. ]
I do try.
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Date: 2018-11-27 03:49 am (UTC)[ Sinbad murmurs this in appreciation, his eyes one Aspen's face as he steps in close once more. Sinbad lets a single fingertip trail down along the dancer's shoulder, tracing the line of lingerie there against pale skin.
He doesn't miss that tremor, either. He doesn't think it's from the cold. ]
Nervous?
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Date: 2018-11-27 03:54 am (UTC)I like to exceed expectations.
[ ... but his face can't pause in coloring as he looks to the side, awkward and anxious. The tremor is in his wing too, notable as he stands as still as he is now. Aspen debates on lying before he nods, his movements slow. ]
... I know I should not be, because it's you.
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Date: 2018-11-28 02:43 pm (UTC)[ Sinbad's voice is soft as he smooths a hand along one of those trembling wings. His gaze is intent as he studies Aspen for a moment before giving him a nudge towards the bedroom. ]
Come on. Let's go get comfortable first and then we can discuss how we want to do this.
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Date: 2018-11-28 04:01 pm (UTC)Aspen himself perches at the edge, tugging on Sin to join him.
There is a large compartment that slides under the bed, open and available to be seen: it's the collection Aspen spoke about before clearly, with all kinds of toys and tools for sex. ]
I'm always comfortable with you.
[ You were shaking a second ago but okay. ]
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Date: 2018-12-02 12:27 am (UTC)He lets himself be tugged close, although instead of sitting next to Aspen for the moment, he crouches down beside the open compartment instead. Giving a low whistle of admiration, he lets his gaze skim over the contents within, impressed. ]
Remind me to take you with me next time I go shopping so I can start putting together one of these...
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Date: 2018-12-02 12:51 am (UTC)[ It's clear most things have been used - the ones that haven't are still in their packages, while the ones that have may be a little worn, but are otherwise sparkling clean. Going by just what's been worn the most, it seems Aspen's quite fond of the prostate massager and some bottles of various warming lubrications.
The only silk rope (there's four, in different colors) that isn't tied with a rubber band and with the store tag still on it is a set of dusk-red rope that, while loose, seems to have been used only once or twice. It still shows the tell-tale bend of a rope that was recently unpackaged. ]
I could make a list for you to start out.
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Date: 2018-12-02 01:28 am (UTC)[ He casts Aspen a playful, affectionate wink before reaching out and brushing fingertips over that red rope before lifting his gaze to Aspen's face once more. ]
This one? Or would you prefer one of the others?
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Date: 2018-12-02 01:32 am (UTC)His eyes land on the rope offered and all of his body seems to freeze for a second, like it can't comprehend it, before he clears his throat, presses his hands to his knees, and idly kicks his feet - his eyes are on his own feet. ]
I'd prefer another one. I think I'd look better in the teal, don't you think?
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Date: 2018-12-02 01:37 am (UTC)So he lets his fingers drift to the package that holds the teal ropes instead, perfectly similar, just in a different shade of color. ]
I think you'll look gorgeous no matter what color we decorate you in, Aspen. But if you wish the teal, we'll use the teal. Would you prefer to stay on your back for this? Or perhaps your knees? Or did you have something else in mind?
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Date: 2018-12-02 01:42 am (UTC)I'd... rather be on my back, I think. You can tie my arms and legs if you wish.
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Date: 2018-12-02 02:29 am (UTC)[ Sinbad accepts that without arguing, reaching up to cup his free hand against Aspen's cheek. ]
But first, I want you to pick a word we'll use for safety. Something you wouldn't utter in a moment of passion. Something that I know means 'stop' if this gets to be too much.
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Date: 2018-12-02 02:43 am (UTC)... m-me?
[ Consent and safety were always two of the things Aspen insisted on when he slept with anyone he didn't know; he had to make sure that they really wanted to be with him, and he had to make sure they felt safe. It wasn't, to him, true sex without it. It was just a brutalization otherwise. It didn't feel right.
It was... different, to hear it applied to his own interactions. Numbly - ]
No one's... asked that before...
[ His voice is soft and small and quiet, violet-blue eyes wide as he tries to think, to swallow down the lump in his throat. No one had really let him say 'no' or 'stop' before. There wasn't... space for that. Aspen was at everyone's beck and call, after all. There was little he could say no to. It wasn't as if he was truly a person, or had a mind of his own, in their opinion.
... Sinbad was going to let him say no. ... why? It made little sense to Aspen - why would he say no, to Sinbad? Even when this was difficult for him, he was alright. He'd go along with it. It wasn't... a big deal. He had to learn how to not freeze up like he just had.
He had to learn to accept it. How was stopping going to help?
Sin was smart as a tack, though - perceptive, almost maddeningly so. If Aspen chose a word and didn't mean to use it, he'd probably notice, wouldn't he? His heart beat fast, Aspen biting the inside of his cheek. ]
O... opal?
[ There's doubt - as if Sinbad will tell him to choose something else. ]
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Date: 2018-12-02 03:30 am (UTC)Well then. You're a little overdue for someone to ask for one, don't you think?
[ Sinbad stays kneeling where hs is, thumb brushing against Aspen's cheek with soft affection, the gesture an almost-absent one as he waits, watching Aspen's face. When the other Dominant offers a softly-spoken option, Sinbad tips his head to the side to consider it. ]
Opal. [ He echoes it, committing the word to memory. ] I'll remember it, Aspen. And should you ever feel the need to use it - for whatever reason - I'll make sure whatever it is stops. Do you understand?
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Date: 2018-12-02 03:47 am (UTC)Sinbad is always so nice to him... he wonders why, sometimes. ]
I understand. I... I'll use it.
[ He probably won't need to, though. Aspen can't see himself... ever needing to use it, with Sinbad. He reaches up for his partner's shirt, to tug him down into a kiss. Or at least, to try to. He knows he's essentially handed over the reins to Sinbad for a majority of the encounter, so he can't exactly find it in himself to be upset if Sinbad refuses for something else, but... he wants a kiss from him, selfishly. ]
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Date: 2018-12-02 04:13 am (UTC)He lingers there for a long moment, in no rush and waiting until he could feel Aspen relax a little once more. He doesn't find this selfish - wanting Aspen to enjoy this is part of the reason he was here trying this with him. ]
Good. Now. Do you mind if we keep you in this pretty little outfit you're wearing while we do this? [ He gives Aspen a little wink when he finally pulls back for air, smiling at him warmly. He lets his gaze drop down over Aspen's slim for once more, his gaze appreciative and admiring. ] I'm enjoying the sight of it on you.
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Date: 2018-12-02 04:18 am (UTC)I'd be happy to continue wearing it for you. It's very comfortable. [ In case Sinbad has misgivings of him wearing it only for him. ]
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Date: 2018-12-02 05:05 pm (UTC)[ His fingers slide back Aspen's jaw and then down his throat and along one shoulder, playing with the soft fabric of the lingerie he wears. Then, he lets his hand travel down the length of his arm, towards his wrist. ]
Let me have your hand?
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