He gets to feel good. God, that's all he's wanted--all he's ever wanted, to have Liam happy and him feel good.
How short a time it's been. A few months from now, he would have fought tooth and nail. Would have claimed that he certainly doesn't need this, need it, but now he feels like he's dependant on Liam's love.
That's what this is, that's what it has to be. The way Liam grinds on his hip, demanding, and those drugs coursing through his system finally making him feel good. There's no pain on his back, and the welts on his ass aren't numb but significantly cooler. All he had to do was give into Liam the way he gives in to drugs--and in a way, they're eerily similar.
Liam's fingers brush his, pressing a little firmer, and Mike instinctively opens his mouth, sucking obediently and deliberately. he wants more--more oxy, more of Liam on top of him--but he knows better to ask. He knows better than to plead, too. He just has to be good.
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How short a time it's been. A few months from now, he would have fought tooth and nail. Would have claimed that he certainly doesn't need this, need it, but now he feels like he's dependant on Liam's love.
That's what this is, that's what it has to be. The way Liam grinds on his hip, demanding, and those drugs coursing through his system finally making him feel good. There's no pain on his back, and the welts on his ass aren't numb but significantly cooler. All he had to do was give into Liam the way he gives in to drugs--and in a way, they're eerily similar.
Liam's fingers brush his, pressing a little firmer, and Mike instinctively opens his mouth, sucking obediently and deliberately. he wants more--more oxy, more of Liam on top of him--but he knows better to ask. He knows better than to plead, too. He just has to be good.