If Liam really wanted to, he could probably coax Mike to full release without every touching his cock. But that was a skill he'd illustrate another time. It would be another way to make Mike think Liam truly controlled him. For now, he merely focused on getting as much of the smoke as he could into the junkie's eager mouth.

That moan, right there, was what Liam wanted to hear. His own head dropped back, hips grinding down against the other's stomach. He let out a slow, unsteady breath. It had been too long since he'd had someone in such a perfect state.

"You see?" he murmured as he dragged his fingers gently over Mike's cheek. "When you behave, really behave...you get the best rewards. You get to feel good." As if to emphasize his mouth, he shifted his hand to be a firmer pressure against the junkie's cheek, his thumb pressing between his lips. Would Mike know what he was supposed to do?