Mike is concentrating on how the other kneads his ass, how the other is treating him like a goddamn prince--and for Mike, this is the good part. This is the decent part that he thrives on,that he lives for. Between this and the oxy, all he wants is Liam. He's not even sure when it came to this. Probably sometime in the warehouse.

Now, though, all that matters is that Liam is touching him. Not that he's lowering it--although that's a mercy in and of itself, his ass sore and in need of proper care (he feels), but it's more that hand on his cock,causing him to moan. Desperate and pleading, unable to help himself.

He's doing well. Mike is doing good. Mike can, maybe, get out of this without too much more pain. That proves that Liam loves him, in his mind.

"Please, sir," he manages, unable to hide his needy moans. "Please, just fifteen. I can take them."