“Were you looking for the shape of me? Wanting to see evidence that I want you?” Submissives do like to know they’re wanted. They like to see proof.

“There’s no reason you would,” he mutters. “I know what I look like, and there’s no reason you’d want me. You don’t have to pretend.”

“I’ve got special underwear on, Daniel. It’s designed to support my knot if it starts to swell, like it is now because you smell so good, and contain all the pre-come I’m leaking because I want to fuck you. It’s not very professional to walk around with my dick hard and wet. That’s why you can’t tell.”

“That’s fine,” Daniel whispers morosely.

Liam grips himself through his pants, letting Daniel see the outline.

Once again, he’s wide-eyed and curious.

“See? That’s for you, honey.”

“Now?” Daniel’s hips roll upwards in invitation.

“No, not now. We have to get out of here and then you’ll get it.” Liam grins at him, pleased Daniel is so excited.

Liam moves into his space, keeping eye contact so Daniel can feel the helplessness of his position. Just a submissive lying down on a bed, weak and naked, an aroused Dominant looming over him.

Daniel whimpers, mouth opening as he licks his lips. Liam is planning on pressing his lips to Daniel’s forehead, but Daniel tilts his head, crashing their lips together. Daniel makes a high-pitched little sound, mewling, inviting, then tries to shift, automatically going to present for mounting.

Liam chuckles, holding him still, and kisses him quickly on the mouth. “That’s lovely. Good and eager, I like that. But not here, baby. I want to get you out of here before I mount you. I know I’ll knot you and mine take a long time to go down.”

“I’ve never been knotted before. Never… had anything inside me before,” Daniel confesses. “They didn’t like that, at all.”

“Well, that was wrong. Pretty submissive like you needs to be filled up all the time,” he says, voice low and gruff. The idea of teaching Daniel his own body, watching him make himself feel good and come, is unbearably arousing. “You must have played with yourself a little,” Liam continues, voice rough at the very idea. “Tucked your fingers into that tight little hole of yours before you went to sleep at night?”

“No.”

“Not ever?”

He can see Daniel deciding whether he should be honest or not.

“I’m on your side, sweetheart. I’m here for you, not your father. Not the military.”

“I was… tempted. I tried once, but they were waiting for it. For me to… give in. I was locked up at night with handcuffs so that didn’t happen again.”

Liam knows he hasn’t misheard but it’s fucking unbelievable. This young man was handcuffed so he didn’t touch himself?