His hair is smoothed, and just as Mike closes his eyes to enjoy it he's yanked back. His eyes snap open, staring at Liam upside down, and his breathing is already far more rapid than it should be.
It's fear, he thinks. It's fear and arousal and more feelings he can't understand or control and he wants nothing more than to give up and just withdraw completely. Curling into a blanks space in his head meant it would be over soon, even if it was too early in the game.
This was a game. To Liam, at least.
The belt presses around his neck, slowly, and Mike swears it's inviting, because he loves it, he loves going to that strange place or getting a sense of it and only Liam and Tim know this, both from complete accidents. Liam has to be doing it on purpose, now, and he moves his hips forward, trying to nod.
"Yes sir," He mumbles, but he looks Liam right in the eye. "Yes."
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It's fear, he thinks. It's fear and arousal and more feelings he can't understand or control and he wants nothing more than to give up and just withdraw completely. Curling into a blanks space in his head meant it would be over soon, even if it was too early in the game.
This was a game. To Liam, at least.
The belt presses around his neck, slowly, and Mike swears it's inviting, because he loves it, he loves going to that strange place or getting a sense of it and only Liam and Tim know this, both from complete accidents. Liam has to be doing it on purpose, now, and he moves his hips forward, trying to nod.
"Yes sir," He mumbles, but he looks Liam right in the eye. "Yes."