Liam shifted his hand, fingers curling around the back of Mike's neck, strong as a vice. His other hand was relentless as he stroked. Watching how it slowly unraveled Mike. Broke him down. All the while exploring that clear boundary. Everything before the breaking point and everything after.

It seemed he'd already blurred the breaking point itself, with Mike having identified his current state with the warehouse itself. Sure, the gradual wearing down was part of it, but it was that breaking point that defined it. That was the line Mike wasn't seeing. The warehouse itself created a broader, easier to identify border. The point at which their lives intersected.

"The only thing different about me is that I'm the only one to ever give you what you always wanted." His hand shifted as he spoke, slowing down, paying better attention to the sweet spots. He let out a soft laugh as if the whole idea he was about to propose was preposterous. "I can't make you like these things."