He said something wrong. What, he doesn't know, but it was wrong and he knows that a fraction of a second after he gets slapped in the face. His entire body jerks as he faces the other way, forcefully staring at the hallway to the kitchen. He barely has a chance to peel his eyes off of it to look at Billy before his hair is grabbed and the back of his head hits the back of the couch. He's grateful that it's not the wall.

"Li--" Liam grinds his hips and the name dies in Mike's throat. He moves with it, erection throbbing, and he tries not to whimper. Liam is saying things, growling warning words from his mouth.

"Drugs," Mike starts to say as soon as he sees the cock ring. He remembers what felt like hours on end, not being able to come, even if he wanted to. Even with Liam touching and fucking him, even though his whole body was shaking.

"He arrested me for drugs, way before I met you." It's the truth. A straight answer, or what comes close enough to one that it satisfied Liam. "Oxy. Pot--I was working for a guy named Odin." Still sort of is.