For the moment, Liam sets aside the jacket. He lowers one knee to the floor, back still straight, still somewhat above Mike even if they're on the same level. It was more in his attitude than his actual position. He dragged Mike's head back further, watching him with a frigid, stern air.

"I'm starting to get the feeling you enjoy this," he said, bordering on mocking. On the emphasized word, he dragged his fingers over Mike's cock. "That deep down you do it intentionally. Because maybe you're just a sick little pervert who likes to be smacked around but is too afraid to ask for it." Then something seemed to click into place, and he tilted his head slightly, eyebrows rising. "Or have you done something you've not told me about. Something that demands punishment beyond speaking or acting out of turn. Hm?"