Mike twitches with each movement, each time the other's thumb runs over his ass. He lets out a whine, high and keening, almost like he's a dog in training even if he doesn't realize it. His fingers are tight in his fists, and it's obvious with one glance he's trying not to fight against the jacket despite wanting to, desperately.

"I want you, sir," he manages. "I--I need your hand on my cock, please, sir, I want to come. I want to come so bad, sir, so fucking bad---please. Please, sir, please help me."

He's never, ever begged so much in his entire life than when he's with Liam. This is no exception.