[ Michael misses the whole spitting ritual, busy staring up at the ceiling and riding out the aftersocks of pleasure. He gives another little shiver, turning his chin down to meet Connor's smug face. He sure does look pleased with himself, and that makes Michael's face burn anew.
Oh, he sees Connor reach for the fly of his pants, and a nervous, guilty flutter hits Michael's heart. He leans up to meet that kiss with a low moan, receptive to the hunger.
Emboldened by satisfaction, Michael reaches in around Connor's hand, not pushing him away necessarily, in case Connor wants to guide Michael to what he wants most, but working around him to palm at the android's erection. Part fascination and part affection, he reaches in all the way to stroke nervous fingers over Connor directly. ]
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Oh, he sees Connor reach for the fly of his pants, and a nervous, guilty flutter hits Michael's heart. He leans up to meet that kiss with a low moan, receptive to the hunger.
Emboldened by satisfaction, Michael reaches in around Connor's hand, not pushing him away necessarily, in case Connor wants to guide Michael to what he wants most, but working around him to palm at the android's erection. Part fascination and part affection, he reaches in all the way to stroke nervous fingers over Connor directly. ]