He hisses, pained as the hand moves from his dick to his wrist again and he's about to say something, about to fight again but Tim presses a little bit more back and Mike has to shut his eyes through the pain it sends up and down his arm. Even on pain killers he can sense it, numb and rough. More things that will hurt and bruise.
More things to soothe with Oxycontin.
"Either way," He laughs, and it's scornful and mocking even as he's shoved to the small, cramped bedroom, "You're going to be thinking of me."
He knows Tim would get just as riled up if Mike points out that his balancing act between being a CI and an actual criminal means he can fuck Tim back in every possible way, but he doesn't say that. Instead, he stumbles and tries to twist himself around, stopping and wincing only because of his arm.
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Date: 2015-12-24 09:32 am (UTC)More things to soothe with Oxycontin.
"Either way," He laughs, and it's scornful and mocking even as he's shoved to the small, cramped bedroom, "You're going to be thinking of me."
He knows Tim would get just as riled up if Mike points out that his balancing act between being a CI and an actual criminal means he can fuck Tim back in every possible way, but he doesn't say that. Instead, he stumbles and tries to twist himself around, stopping and wincing only because of his arm.
"I didn't know you cared, sweetheart."