Liam finds himself torn. He longed to drag Mike down to the basement, or upstairs. Anywhere that wasn't the living room. Anywhere there was something he could strap Mike to and keep him there for days on end. Exhaust him. Break him all over again. That time spent with Mike was something Liam would relive over and over on his nights alone. But he couldn't keep Mike, not for long. He needed Mike to go get those two for him, so he could know for sure. So he could see what was so special about this Tim.

Those words, however, sway him. Begging so easily sent a shiver down Liam's spine. It was less that he wanted to give Mike what he wanted and more that he wanted to hear the man beg further. Hear true desperation in his words.

"If I give you want you want..." he nudged at Mike's lips with his own, without actually kissing him, "....right now...you'll owe me." An especially hard grind of his hips punctuated the emphasis. "If I just give it to you, then you haven't earned it, have you?"