He never knows how Liam does it. Never knows how the other can move so quickly, so goddamn swiftly each and every time Mike doesn't even realize he's fucked up until it's too late.
The belt on his neck, though. He can feel the leather biting in and he tips his head back, grunting, trying desperately to think of something other than the compromising position. With Liam, this was all perfectly normal, but there's still some amount that Mike can't get used to. Liam is unpredictable, and he knows all of Mike's weak points by now.
His hands are less of a problem but it's more to prove a point, Mike suspects, though his heart is hammering in his chest and he already looks partially worried.
"I wouldn't--" His voice is quick and clipped and he grunts, low in his throat. His legs have spread a little wider, sheer conditioning making him do it unconsciously, and he flexes his fingers, testing the belt.
"I wouldn't. I won't--I'd never." He's not even sure what he can say to quell the other.
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The belt on his neck, though. He can feel the leather biting in and he tips his head back, grunting, trying desperately to think of something other than the compromising position. With Liam, this was all perfectly normal, but there's still some amount that Mike can't get used to. Liam is unpredictable, and he knows all of Mike's weak points by now.
His hands are less of a problem but it's more to prove a point, Mike suspects, though his heart is hammering in his chest and he already looks partially worried.
"I wouldn't--" His voice is quick and clipped and he grunts, low in his throat. His legs have spread a little wider, sheer conditioning making him do it unconsciously, and he flexes his fingers, testing the belt.
"I wouldn't. I won't--I'd never." He's not even sure what he can say to quell the other.