For a moment, nothing about Liam shifted. He just continued staring down at Mike, holding him by the hair and the makeshift leash. Another opportunity ruined. For now. Oh, but it thrilled him to think of it. Of Mike so completely trapped that he couldn't even get hard. Hurting and aching any time his body tried to betray him. Squirming and begging for release while being teased or fucked hard. But then there was also the idea of an actual cage. He did have one. The sort made to hold a large dog. The very idea of locking Mike up in that iron box thrilled him. He'd not taken the cage to the warehouse, but here they could explore so many new things.

Finally, Liam's hand left the other's hair, moving down to caress his cheek. "That's better..." he said, but he still didn't sound entirely pleased. "But I'm still not convinced you know how to make your tongue behave."

As he spoke, he finally unfastened his jeans. He tugged them open and down around his thighs, but didn't touch his snug boxer briefs. Despite all of his irritation and scolding, he was still incredibly hard. Both from grinding against Mike on the couch and just thinking of ways to punish the man. He tugged the belt, dragging Mike closer. "So you're going to prove it."