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He leaves marks along the way, breadcrumbs in a pathway to find his way back up later on, but his mouth pauses at Seb’s navel.  Tongue swirling out to toy with it, mock it, move inside of it—a hint of things to come, but subtle enough that Sebastian can ease his mind into it, can become used to it.  Jim’s mouth is not as patient as his tongue, however, and his teeth continue down to bite at the waistband of the other man’s pants.

He reaches up with skilled hands to tug on the pants slowly—again, careful to be subtle, to let Seb think this is all just another part of their game, not a huge next step for a man who considers himself straight.

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