"Good boy..." Liam practically purrs the words. He injects as much praise and warmth into those two little words as he can muster. For someone who doesn't care about such things, he can mimic the sentiment impeccably well.

His hand slid over the newest mark, letting out a soft sound of approval. The skin was hot to the touch, angry and visceral. He only wished he didn't have to let Mike leave after they were through. He wanted to watch the junkie accommodate for those marks for all the days they lingered.

"Are you ready for another?" Testing if Mike really was following orders, as the was really only one correct answer to such a question. As he asked it, his fingers teased lower over Mike's thigh, dipping toward that tender skin on the inner side.