[His ears perk up at the touch, and Connor has to resist the urge to butt his head up into the petting. He’s got a job to do, here. He moves his lips off Michael and licks up the underside of his cock, then kisses back down the side and gives him a coy smile finally.]

You look good like that.

[He strokes a few times, brushing his lips over the overly sensitive head and smearing precum over them. Then he takes him in his mouth again, swirling his tongue over the head and then pressing into the slit.]