All he has to do is kneel. That's all he has to do. Mike licks his lips again, throat feeling far too dry, and glances down at the floor once the pill bottle is put away.
Fuck Billy's eye--Mike doesn't care about that, just cares about the pills and all he has to do is kneel. That's all, just kneel, even though the other's hands are near his pants.
Prove he can behave without turning violent. Mike's not stupid, he knows what's coming. His nostrils flare, jaw tight as that button on the top of Billy's jeans come undone. Again.
Slowly, carefully, he moved to his knees, ignoring the discomfort from the last session as best as he could, though he does half-hiss as he lowers himself.
"That's it?" He asks, though there's a note of caution in his voice. "Just...this one thing? And the whole bottle?"
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Date: 2015-09-01 08:01 am (UTC)Fuck Billy's eye--Mike doesn't care about that, just cares about the pills and all he has to do is kneel. That's all, just kneel, even though the other's hands are near his pants.
Prove he can behave without turning violent. Mike's not stupid, he knows what's coming. His nostrils flare, jaw tight as that button on the top of Billy's jeans come undone. Again.
Slowly, carefully, he moved to his knees, ignoring the discomfort from the last session as best as he could, though he does half-hiss as he lowers himself.
"That's it?" He asks, though there's a note of caution in his voice. "Just...this one thing? And the whole bottle?"