He's being fucked whether he likes it or not, and right now Mike can't even process much beyond that. His ass is still vibrating, he can feel his cock dripping with precome, and he's pretty sure despite the room temperature he's covered in sweat from everything happening.

His head is pounding, but no feeling is stronger than each thrust Colin gives into his mouth. He can barely breathe but it's rough, the back of his throat being hit over and over again by Colin's cock. Mike is tasting Colin, tasting all of him, and he can't stop the tears now freely coming from pain. His cock is still in need of attention, and Colin's is right in his mouth, forceful, demanding.

Mike can't take it much more, he manages to think, and there's a stark, staccato choking sound with each thrust that gets put in his mouth. He can barely react anymore, his mind on autopilot.