This. This is what he wants--Liam whispering things in his ear, not about how useless he is but how he's doing a decent job. Those hands stroking him, and Mike just needs a few more to come before he drags his hands entirely away. He'd been biting his lip to keep quiet but the moment the other removed his hand entirely he breathes out, shaking. He's not sure how long he can do this, getting teased and caned only to have the process repeat itself.

"Yessir," he mumbles, and Liam steps back. He can do this. All he wants is to not make another mistake. It's all he wants to do. He wants to hear Liam say 'good' a third time in relation to him. That's all he needs.

He carefully, carefully grunts as he tries to move, only to have his entire face flicker with pain the moment he tries to roll over. His ass is already sore and in pain, and he's dimly aware there's something inherently fucked up with presenting his ass a second time. But this is what Liam wants, and ultimately, that's all that matters: Liam.

He manages to roll on his side, face a flicker of different emotions--most of them half-frustration--as he carefully, slowly and shaking, finds a way to get up to the same position--ass in the air, already bruising and angry. It took him a while--and one small noise of frustration as he slips--but he manages.

He's already screwing his eyes shut, slowly anticipating.