He scrunches his face up, preparing himself for the slap--readying himself for the sting of Billy's rings across his cheek--and he's left, instead, with a pat. Gentle, soft.

His eyes open, confused, but the aggressiveness comes and Mike's breathing picks up, pulse rising, looking lost and almost desperately into Liam's eyes.

He moves to speak. Opens his mouth, but then Liam strokes his throbbing cock with a firmness and a precision that causes Mike to moan, leaning forward and into the other's touch.

"I don't know, sir," He breathes, finally. "Not at first not--not the warehouse." But now? Now he swears everything and anything Liam does turns him on. He's long since associated Liam's work with sex.