Liam let his lips linger on Mike's for far longer than necessary. Even as Mike's head dropped back, Liam nudged and nuzzled at the junkie's lips, teasing a kiss that would never actually happen, exhaling the remaining smoke. It was so easy rewarding a junkie. They didn't even need the things most people did. They'd already destroyed their own emotions, their own will, their own drive toward anything resembling life. Give them their drugs and they were putty. Easy marks, really. But oh so satisfying.

He could do it, keep Mike there. Keep him like a pet. A prized pet at that, not one chained up in the basement. Lock him up here, in the bedroom, where he could be used and played with always. Keep him squirming and begging, and so very desperate. It would be so beautiful, because the drugs would be the reward. Punishment would be taking them away. And everything else would just be fun for himself. Outside of this beautiful haze, he'd never do it. He'd get bored of Mike in a few days that way. But right here, right now, it was beautiful to think of. A little pet junkie of his own.

He sat up a little further, so he could look Mike in the blissed out face. His own hand returned, thumb grazing over Mike's lips again. "Are you ready to put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use?" He asked, his thumb tracing the curve of the junkie's power lip. To feel it all without a gag, without worrying about teeth. This would be the reward for taming such a wild thing.