[He doesn't pull away even as Michael comes, the tugging on his hair not bothering him. He only pulls back once he's ridden it out, reaching over to the drawer on his nightstand to grab a tissue to spit into. He'd absolutely swallow if he could, far less messy- but he's not made for that. He screws up the tissue and effortlessly throws it into the bin at the other end of the room, barely even looking at it in favour of admiring his handiwork.

Michael is cute when he giggles. And Connor is still very much straining against his jeans. He unbuttons them just for some relief and idly starts to toy with himself through his underwear, not really enough to get off but enough to keep himself hard. He leans in to kiss Michael as he does it, deep and needy.]