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“There are two kinds of men with power.” The low rumble of Sebastian’s voice was like velvet on his skin, Jim turned his head toward it even though he was blindfolded, seeking it out with all his senses.
“The kind that are terrified to have it stolen, terrified to be small again, the kind who are constantly climbing up on the shoulders of others screaming about their accomplishments, daring people to steal it back.” Sebastian was at the edge of the room now, so far away again, prowling tiger, teasing tiger, ‘goddamnit touch me already’ tiger. 
“And then there are men who are confident in their power.” Jim can almost hear the fond smile between the cool assessing words as his voice came closer. An ache of need and strain grew between his thighs where a spreader bar kept his knees almost too far apart.
“Men who have kept their power so long and who know no one would dare try to take it from them. Men whose names are barely whispered amongst the rabble.” Sebastian’s hands, large and rough roamed Jim’s chest, over the soft leather of the harness and the smooth expanse of pale skin, and Jim would have keened from the contact if not for the gag. The touches brushed over him almost appraisingly, dragging over the patch work of leather straps and exposed flesh, over wiry muscle pulled taut and vibrating with anticipation.
“And eventually, they start to crave the idea of someone coming along -” Sebastian’s breath was in his ear now, hot and close and he could see the predatory smirk in his mind’s eye perfectly.
“-and taking it from them.”
Oh. God. Yes. Tiger.

This was something that was in my head for a while – you can have it 😀 Good job with the moving and stuff! I am so proud
<3Bitty