Liam enjoyed kissing. He liked the immediacy of it. The heat and breath, the pulse beneath his hand as he curved his hand around a lover's throat. He liked feeling lips swell under his mouth, bruises form on delicate skin, blood rising to the surface, nearly close enough to taste.
He liked not letting his teeth sink in.
He liked kissing and fucking and sucking, semen in it's pretty latex and sweat, warmth and laughter. He liked having people want him. He liked lovers bragging about having had him, having eyes follow him through a crowd. He liked biting shoulders, sucking on nipples. The warm curves of women, the hard lines of men. He liked being in the middle, he liked being on the outside, driving into someone driving into someone else. He liked heavy petting and soft kisses.
He liked dancing and holding hands. The sea shore and boating. Tiny restaurants and long conversations. Casually dating some people. More seriously dating Geoff.
And nothing, ever, as seriously as Brian. Nothing like coming home to the apartment he paid half the rent on, had stolen keys for. Pressing Brian against doors, biting him until he bled. Making only Brian bleed, ever. Swallowing his cock without a barrier. Wrapping around him to sleep, possessive and protective. Wondering how long they can stay together this life before he has to tie Brian to him with something small and helpless.