Liam didn't utter any further praise, but he did made soft, satisfied sounds as Mike worked. As much as he missed those tears, this more than made up for it. He'd taken the man who insisted he wasn't gay and taught him how to properly handle a cock with his mouth. It wasn't a perfect trade, but it was as close as he could get.

But then he felt those hands at his waist, trying to remove his underwear.

Without so much as a verbal warning, he snapped up with the belt, making it tight enough to restrict the man's breathing somewhat, and dragging him back to chest level. This time, Liam leaned closer, fury burning bright in his eyes. "Did I give you permission to touch me with anything but your mouth?" Despite the fire in his gaze, his words are dangerously calm, strictly controlled.