The last thing he needs right now is yet another introduction of something, and Mike knows it's coming. He's not stupid, even if he can't think properly at all anymore.

Billy forces his way in, but it's smooth and slow and Mike can't even protest anymore as he feels the head over his tongue, salty like sweat and precome. He thinks he's going to vomit--on sheer force of not wanting it alone--but no such luck.

No, instead, he's drooling even more, getting it all over his mouth, all over Colin's dick. He doesn't make noises now, save for a brief choking sound as Colin goes even deeper.

All he can taste is him, now, and he shuts his eyes as tightly as he can, trying to fight off tears but to no avail.