"Oh, yes. I've seen the scars," Liam remarked, leaning closer again. He'd drawn quite a bit attention to those scars without ever uttering a word. His little way of saying he could probably guess where the habit came from. It was so common. And he did so like how Mike squirmed when he ran his tongue over those slashes on his abdomen.

Liam was torn between punishment and reward. Because he didn't know which way to trust on this. Did Mike come back because he was truly owned, or had Odin forced him back? If the former was the truth, this was the best news he'd ever heard. If the latter was true, he had for more to worry about than he'd ever thought possible.

He needed a test. Something to reveal Mike's true intentions. But for now, he finally closed that kiss. Hard and deep, crushing against Mike's lips with bruising force. But it didn't last long. Barely a few heartbeats. He dragged his lips away, head bowing, as he shook it.

"Oh...Mikey..." He sounded so troubled, like he were conflicted and worried for the man. His hand finally let go of Mike's hair, fingers dragging over his cheek. "You really..." He lifted his head, his face showing that same conflicted note from his voice. "Really." All at once his face shifted, becoming harder, irritated and angry, as he gripped Mike's chin hard. "Should have told me sooner." His tone matched, forced and incredibly unhappy.