The fingers on his throat make him shiver, and visibly, too. Between that grinding on his hips, heavy and hot on his hard cock, he's still unsure. He know he has to play his cards right.
He knows he has to do something, because that was information he hadn't even planned to slip out--but Liam was so, so good at getting what he wanted. Even if he resisted. He still wants to resist, too. Still wants to fight back.
"In hotel rooms," he says carefully, though he knows exactly what Liam's fishing for. He needs to buy himself a bit more time, but there's that small fire in his eyes--the one that normally denotes he's working on something in his head. A plan, maybe, or something else.
His free hand reaches out and touches Liam's face, soft and gentle, like how he likes it when Liam does it. He strokes the other's jaw.
"It's okay," he assures, and tries some of the things Tim's done to Billy that he remembers. "It's going to be fine. He doesn't know anything, he's hooked on the pills and I know--I know they're good, because they're yours. I just wanna show him, a little bit. Like you showed me."
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He knows he has to do something, because that was information he hadn't even planned to slip out--but Liam was so, so good at getting what he wanted. Even if he resisted. He still wants to resist, too. Still wants to fight back.
"In hotel rooms," he says carefully, though he knows exactly what Liam's fishing for. He needs to buy himself a bit more time, but there's that small fire in his eyes--the one that normally denotes he's working on something in his head. A plan, maybe, or something else.
His free hand reaches out and touches Liam's face, soft and gentle, like how he likes it when Liam does it. He strokes the other's jaw.
"It's okay," he assures, and tries some of the things Tim's done to Billy that he remembers. "It's going to be fine. He doesn't know anything, he's hooked on the pills and I know--I know they're good, because they're yours. I just wanna show him, a little bit. Like you showed me."