Liam moves his head with Mike's, never letting their lips touch any further. The faintest smile tugs onto Liam'ss lips at that promise, almost amused. He didn't want Mike to be good. He wanted Mike to struggle and fight back, to mess up and provide excuses to punish him. Really, truly punish him. The sort of things that left him shivering and panting and unable to move. Whether restrained or simply too exhausted.

But to be effective, he couldn't jump to that right away.

"You say that..." Liam said with a dangerous tone as he leaned back a little further, "and yet you can't seem to sit still." His hips rocked against Mike's, grinding down in the other man's lap. "Do you need to be taught how, again?" A lesson he was desperate to re-teach.