Once Mike finally responded, Liam watching his every shift, every flicker, with rapt attention, he looked rather impressed. While it wasn't the correct answer, it was an honest one. Said without whimpering or unnecessary begging. An incomplete lesson, but still better progress than before.
He pulled his hand away from Mike's cock, letting his fingers drag slowly and lightly over it. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head, as disappointment fell like a shadow over his feature. "No, Mikey..." he drawled, as he climbed on top of the junkie. "...you don't want to cum."
He settled across the other's stomach, positioning himself to provide absolutely no contact where Mike wanted it most. His hand, however, clamped over the junkie's mouth, leaning close enough to look him dead in the eye at point-blank range. "Sure, you need to cum. You ache for it, like a hunger. But you don't want to, because I don't want you to." He tilted his head, fingers digging hard into Mike's face, "I would have thought by now you understood. Your release is mine and mine alone. What you want is irrelevant."
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He pulled his hand away from Mike's cock, letting his fingers drag slowly and lightly over it. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head, as disappointment fell like a shadow over his feature. "No, Mikey..." he drawled, as he climbed on top of the junkie. "...you don't want to cum."
He settled across the other's stomach, positioning himself to provide absolutely no contact where Mike wanted it most. His hand, however, clamped over the junkie's mouth, leaning close enough to look him dead in the eye at point-blank range. "Sure, you need to cum. You ache for it, like a hunger. But you don't want to, because I don't want you to." He tilted his head, fingers digging hard into Mike's face, "I would have thought by now you understood. Your release is mine and mine alone. What you want is irrelevant."