Liam was incredibly proud of Mike, there was no denying that. But pride and jealousy were like a viper in one hand and a mongoose in the other. If he didn't keep them far apart, they'd tear each other apart. He was proud that he'd influenced the junkie so profoundly that he sougt to spread it to others in every way possible. A completely unintended side effect. He was impressed and curious, wanting to know what would cause such a strange shift. He'd never seen it before, and doubted he would ever see it again. Mike was, in a word, unique.

Perhaps that was why Liam decided to let up before consciousness could fade. He needed to know. In one way or another. Just what made Mike tick. And he couldn't figure that out if the man couldn't breathe. And those bucking hips certainly gave him ideas.

All at once, he let go of Mike's thoat. He didn't just loosen his grasp, but he pulled his hand away completely. All so he could grab Mike's free hand and pin that to the couch as well. He shifted his position slightly, his own hips pressing down firmly against Mike's. Chest against chest. Pinning him completely.

"Now..." Liam said, his tone ominous and warning, his lips close enough to Mike's to feel his breath. "Why don't you try that again, Mikey."