"I will," Mike says and it's almost above a whisper. He leans forward again, wanting desperately to kiss the other. His lips are right there and Mike just knows somehow that if he kisses the other he can be convinced and this can turn into something else.

He's pinned, though, and his hips rise up with need. He doesn't want to be taught how to watch his mouth, he wants those hands on his neck again--or a belt, or rope, or anything--while Billy kisses him. Touches him.

He no longer things of escaping, no longer thinks it's twisted. It's Liam, and Mike doesn't love Liam, but he's learned to depend on Liam. Including stuff like this.

"I'll be good, sir," He promises, voice breathy and rough from the choking. He wants those lips back on his. "I'll be good."