[ Michael doesn't resist being pushed fully onto his back, or any of the rest of it. He feels his horns pushing into the bed a bit and that's strange enough to distract for a second. His eyes slowly focus up on Connor, looking a bit hazy and blown-out, and there's smudges on his glasses from their faces bumping together.
He grumbles and takes them off, setting them aside somewhere he hopes they won't get lost, then nods up at Connor. ]
Nnng, yeah.
[ His stomach does flips from both nerves and arousal. His hand finds the back of Connor's head, gently playing with his hair. He shudders under the attention, and his back arches. ]
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He grumbles and takes them off, setting them aside somewhere he hopes they won't get lost, then nods up at Connor. ]
Nnng, yeah.
[ His stomach does flips from both nerves and arousal. His hand finds the back of Connor's head, gently playing with his hair. He shudders under the attention, and his back arches. ]