Every touch Liam instills to him, every movement along his chest and Mike is staring at the ground, trying not to flinch or show much of anything, but it's difficult--immensely difficult--when there's a hand missing on your cock. He's not stupid enough to try to kiss him again, not after, but he wants to. Oh, he wants to.

He's doing his best to ignore it--the verbal punches Liam's throwing. 'Mikey' gets his usual annoyed look, though it's cut down significantly because he's trying to do the mental math. It's exhausting.

"You taught me what to do," Mike explains, leaning up, straightening him shoulders while he's still on his knees. Confident in his words. "You taught me."