Mike closes his eyes, gentle, wanting to stay in the echo of Liam's words forever. He'd done the right thing--he just had to keep it up, had to make sure he could keep keeping it up. He needed Liam and he needed to get off and he'd do what he absolutely could to get to that point.

And, there's a small part of him that just wants it to end so he can get his pills and stumble home, broken and bruised.

"Yes sir," he mumbles, and it's quick and clipped because he's already bracing himself. He doesn't have a choice--he can't say no, can't have a break. Maybe in actual scenarios like this there was a safeword, but not here. Not here, when he shifts his weight to better accommodate those fingers on his inner thigh.

Mike just needed to trust Liam implicitly.