"Good..." Liam gives Mike a few more strokes, watching him closely. Watching how quickly he unravels and falls under the steamroller of pleasure. It wasn't the wanton enjoyment that he delighted in, but rather the anticipation of what came next. He waited until Mike seemed to have surrendered to it completely. Maybe even to the point of forgetting what came next. Just long enough to hint that it might just keep going.

Then and only then did he pull his hand away. One stroke turned into him slowly dragging his fingers away and moving down to Mike's thigh.

"Good," he repeated. "Now get back into position so we can finish this." He patted the junkie's thigh and stepped back. He had no intention of helping, wanting to watch the frustrated man and see if he could actually get back onto his knees from his current position.