If this was before he'd gotten used to anything, he'd be ashamed, but he's too high and the feelings are too intense--Liam lets go of his neck and he coughs, careful to angle his face away from the other, skin red and eyes feeling puffy. That feeling around his neck, the sensation of how everything tingles and goes black, then that smell and the images and the pleasure.

Even before he'd met Liam, he got off on choking himself sometimes. This just sped up the process, and he's already half hard with Liam on top of him, both of his hands pinned behind him. Liam's lips are close--so close--and Mike leans forward as much as he can to try to catch them.

Liam knew it. Every single weakness, from getting angry when he called him Mikey to loving the feeling of being touched while choked. The only other person who knew that was Tim, and that had been an accident--he hadn't planned to tell anyone.

He's warring with himself, precisely because of 'mikey,' but he can get out a glare as he's breathing heavily.

"I'll word things better," he manages. "Sir." And he spits the last word out, as if it were poison.