He has to. He's about to say that, too, but he visibly shuts his mouth, pushing his teeth against his lower lip to silence himself. He's got to be quiet, that's part of the rules, but he's going to come absolutely undone.

This is it. He's going to fucking come, coming undone right here and now, and he can't help the whimper in his throat. He can't believe how far he's fallen, wanting Liam. He's close to begging, too--to get it over with. It's just one more, one more hit, and he can undo himself. He prays for no more rules, and no more anything but getting off and falling into a corner.

He doesn't want to think about what comes after that.

He just wants Liam.

Mike nods, one swift motion. Murmurs a high noise of agreement, because he's not sure if he has permission to talk again.