Mike feels it, now--the lines Tim is crossing. The reminder on his neck turning into a warning turning into actual fun, now. He can still breathe, just with a little effort, and he smiles.

His hair is already falling onto his face, now, but it doesn't stop him from taking his other hand not being grabbed by Tim and dipping it past Tim's underwear, groping, feeling for Tim's long, hard cock. Mike's got a proper boner, too, and it's uncomfortable in his jeans but that adds to the thrill.

"Your dick says otherwise, Tim." Blue eyes match blue, and Mike silently dares him. Challenges him. Tim's furious but he needs a dipping point. Mike, grabbing Tim's dick again, gladly provides.

"It's not my fault you haven't had sex as good as this before. That's on you and your lack of skill."