<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Sebastian got his pants halfway down his thighs before he realized that Ayaan had frozen and was now staring at him. He paused himself to regard the boy. His expression was not exactly aroused, but appeared to be an odd mix of startled, confused, and curious. Sebastian couldn't tell how he should proceed with the information he had. A part of him wanted to push the limits a little, to see what he could get away with. <br/>
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He imagined slowly pushing his pants down while maintaining eye contact. He imagined slowly prowling forward, pressing the boy backwards until he hit the tub. He imagined carding his fingers through that soft-looking hair and then grabbing a fistful and slowly guiding his head backwards. He'd trail the tip of his nose up the long column of the boys throat, letting his breath ghost across his skin and raise goosebumps in its wake. He'd smile against his skin, a slow curl that revealed just a little teeth, before biting down gently just beneath his jawline. As he sank his teeth in, his hands would trail downwards and...<br/>
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Sebastian shook the thought of before it could progress much further. If he indulged much more, his body's reaction would give him away. And he wasn't quite sure he wanted to do that yet. So, still hesitating, he quirked an eyebrow at the boy. <br/>
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"If you're uncomfortable, a can do this behind the screen," he offered. Give him options. Make him feel safe. Don't...use him. That was the key. It was in Ayaan's court, what happened between them tonight. </span></span>