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The first kiss is hardly a kiss at all; it is a ritual bond.  Jim pushes him hard against the brick wall (Seb’s head makes an audible thwack) and shoves his mouth against the taller man’s, hot and vicious, sudden. When they pull away, Seb tastes blood, unsure whose it is, and he knows that he is an owned man.

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