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Wow, I'm gay

[ Michael whispers, mostly to himself, as he feels a wave of dizziness spin the world. That wink is a lethal weapon, sir, how dare you.

The return compliment has him giggling, or maybe it's a hiccup. Hard to say. Either way he follows obediently, as enthralled by Connor as if he'd used a siren song on him.

He steps out of his high tops and crawls up onto Connor's bed. Yep. Here he is, Michael Mell, in another man's bed, with a hard-on. This is Fine. He squirms to adjust, trying to get more comfortable.

Warm. Too warm. He hesitates a moment, then peels his hoodie off and drapes it over the footboard. He's just in a tank top underneath, but he feels as if his skin is flushed everywhere. ]

[Moving closer, Connor trails his fingers up and down Michael’s back. Then he gently urges Michael to lay down, settling beside him and leaning in to kiss him again. He brushes his fingertips gently over Michael’s cheek as he does, trying to relax him.

He keeps the kisses soft despite that lingering urge to kiss harder, and only parts his lips again after a good minute of warming Michael up to it. He wonders how far he has gone. That would be useful information.]

[ Mmm, goosebumps. Michael feels a pleasant little shiver from that touch, reaching out to sort of pinch the hem of Connor's clothes. He couldn't really say why he did it, but his instinct demand he grab.

He's a cuddler, so he should think of something to do with his hands, right? Right. Michael remembers this, as Connor encourages him to lay down, as thrilling and intimidating as that is. Still he reaches out and rests a slightly less hesitant hand on Connor's side, fingers lightly tapping a rhythm against him.

This time he isn't startled, and he eases into the kiss better. He makes a soft little noise when Connor deepens the kiss this time, soft and shy with just the slightest brush of tongue.

Not very far at all, Connor. ]

[It’s endearing in its own way, at least. Michael is shy and giggly and Connor hasn’t really been with someone like that yet. He keeps it to kissing for now, though his hand does find Michael’s side, the fingers sliding up underneath his tank top to rest against his skin.

He’s also starting to wonder just how far he’s actually going to get here. Probably not as far as he wants... but he can at least show Michael a good time.]

[ That's really nice, the feeling of a hand on his skin, and Michael feels goosebumps rise underneath the touch.

The effect of the mist helps him relax, and soon enough he's getting into the kissing, unpracticed but clearly eager. His hand rests against Connor's chest, starting to curl around a little handful of fabric.

It's good, and letting himself enjoy it means he's quickly getting more riled up than he bargained for. Michael's making needy little sounds into the kiss, and what erection he had before is now approaching uncomfortable. ]

[Connor feels himself getting worked up too, and eventually he pushes Michael onto his back, straddling him. He starts unbuttoning Michael's pants to hopefully make him more comfortable, but he doesn't move to pull them down yet.]

Is this okay?

[He moves to kiss at Michael's neck, one hand slipping between them again to rub at him through his underwear. Just a light touch, as though anything too hard will cause him to flee.]

[ 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. ]

[Pleased with the reactions he's getting, he starts to tug on Michael's pants and underwear. He reaches behind himself to tug them off his legs, then trails his fingers over his bare cock. He should probably take some of his own clothes off, too.

He sits up and starts expertly undoing his shirt, and when he shrugs it off he reveals a flat, toned stomach with closed gills on his ribs, barely visible unless Michael is getting a good look at him. He leans back in, and presses another soft kiss to Michael's lips.]

And how is this?

[He takes to stroking him slowly, gently.]

[ Well here he is, naked but for a tank top with a really hot android dude sitting on his legs. What even is his life anymore?

Michael takes in a shuddering breath, and lets it out almost as shakily. Having someone else touching him is just so different than he ever could have imagined. There's a twinge of something in the back of his mind, a self-consciousness, but the mist in his mind glosses over it. Connor wouldn't be doing this if he didn't think Michael was attractive right? Right.

He moans into the kiss, soft as it is, wrapping his arms around Connor, fingers light over the gills at his sides, curious and gentle, but firm against Connor's back. ]

N-new, but... nice.

[ Does that answer some of your question? ]

[Ah, so he is a virgin. Again, the concept of virginity means nothing to Connor as such, but it does confirm to him that he might not get as far as he wants here. Not really what he wanted when he went looking for someone to have meaningless sex with, but he's here now and he's not cruel enough to just up and leave Michael like this. He actually likes the guy, after all.

So, while they're here, he'll try to make this a good experience for him. He starts to kiss down Michael's neck, to his shoulder, and then starts to dip lower down his body. When he gets low enough he pushes Michael's legs apart so he can settle there, and he presses a trail of kisses from his inner thigh to his groin. He doesn't touch his cock yet, looking up questioningly. Waiting for the go ahead before he does anything.]

[ In many senses of the word, yes. He's nervous and inexperienced, but that doesn't mean he's disinterested. He just needs to get used to the idea that this is actually happening. ]

Oh, hello...

[ Stunningly clever commentary as Connor adjusts himself down between Michael's soft thighs. Michael's face goes iridescent, but the anticipation of it has a smile on his face. Holy shit there's an actual real-life dude ready to go down on him, is this real life? ]

C-cool...

[He can't help but smile back- Michael looks amazed that this is happening to him. He decides to give him something to think about later, taking him in his hand and making a show of dragging his tongue up the side of his cock while maintaining eye contact. Then he lowers his gaze as he takes the head between his lips and sucks very lightly.

This probably won't take a lot of work, but he still wants to make it good for Michael. He lets his tongue lap at the tip before pressing it flat against the underside and sliding more into his mouth, though he doesn't go too far down yet before he pulls back up and focuses on the head again.]

[ He is amazed, and is about to be even more so. Connor clearly has done this before, and between the skill that brings to the table and the knowledge that Connor is experienced and still chose Michael of all people, Michael is feeling quite overwhelmed.

You can practically watch his blush grow darker as Connor goes. ]

Oh, wow...

[ He trails off into a little moan, head falling back against the bed with his eyes closed as he attempts to deal with how good this feels. His thighs give a little twitch, and precum starts to bead at the tip of his cock. Michael's hands ball into fists around the sheets. ]

[Letting his lips slide down further, he bobs a few more times before taking Michael's entire length in his mouth, clearly having no trouble with any kind of gag reflex. He lets out a little hum around him, before pulling back up and swirling his tongue around the head again, pressing into the slit and lapping up that precum. He's clearly enjoying himself, and Michael's reactions spur him on.

He starts to knead softly at his balls as he takes him fully in his mouth again, and he looks up to watch Michael again as he does so. He feels his own cock twitch in his pants, but he ignores it.]

[ Michael pulls a hand away from the sheets to cover his mouth, trying in vain to muffle the very pathetic and needy sounds he can't stop himself from making. He feels so sensitive, and pleasure crackles like lightning up his spine every time Connor's tongue or lips move. The way Connor licks around the head, pulling the precum out with his tongue, makes Michael shudder, and a little twitch seizes through his thighs.

His legs unconsciously spread wider, making room for Connor's hand and practically begging for more, even as Michael feels like he can't take it. ]

S-so good....

[ He'll be embarrassed about this display later. ]

[He manages to keep from smiling, not wanting to make Michael self-conscious. His eyes are dark with lust, and he starts to strain against his jeans more. Still, Connor focuses only on Michael, sucking on the head again and then dipping back down, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of his throat gently. His free hand smooths over Michael's thigh, his fingers trailing over the skin lightly as his other plays with his balls.

He makes a point of moaning around him, mouth full. It is a genuine turn on, getting someone else so worked up. Especially when they're so vocal in their appreciation. He can at least let Michael know that he's enjoying this as well.]

[ He can go ahead and smile if he wants, he's earned the smugness. Michael knows he's being amusing, he can't get any more self-conscious than he already feels. Probably.

Either way, that blown-out look to Connor's eyes makes Michael's heart skip a beat. That and the hum of his moaning are undeniable proof that Connor is enjoying himself, too, and that eases some of Michael's remaining nerves. His cock gives a little twitch, leaking more precum. ]

Mmnnn...

[ Whatever he was going to try to say fails to become words, but Michael takes the hand away from his mouth and instead combs his fingers through Connor's hair, trying to at least offer some sort of touch in return. ]

[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.]

[ Oh that's cute... Michael doubles up on his touching, scratching on his scalp, smiling bashfully. ]

Yeah?

[ He could really get used to this whole "hot guy finds him attractive" thing. ]

It's all your doing, you know.

[ He trails away into a low groan, fingers tightening a bit in Connor's hair unconsciously. ]

God- Fffff-fuck.

[ Michael is not going to last long. ]

[The finds the scratching pleasant, a good reward for what he's doing. He can tell Michael is close to coming and doubles down on his efforts, bobbing his head and sucking lightly, using his tongue to apply soft pressure to the underside of his cock as he goes. Still kneading at his balls, Connor's eyes watch Michael intently as he gets closer.

He's waited patiently, but the lack of stimulation is really starting to get to him. Every shift of his hips reminds him that he's pressing into the bed, and he wonders what Michael would be comfortable with doing- if anything- once he's finished.]

Nnngh-

[ It might have been words in his head, but it isn't by the time he's saying it. Michael is utterly helpless under Connor's efforts. He doubles down and Michael sees stars, building up the home stretch toward climax too fast to do anything but let it happen.

Connor will feel Michael seize up tight, his final warning along with another strained moan before Michael comes. He tugs harder on Connor's hair than he realizes, back arching through the waves.

He settles back with a soft whimper, sweaty and satisfied and very embarrassed. He giggles nervously and covers his face with both hands, before slowly dragging them down and off. ]

Wow.

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[Connor encourages the touch by moving his own hand away and giving a soft sigh into the kiss, trailing his fingers up Michael's side instead. He moves away from the kiss to press his lips to Michael's neck instead, pushing his hips forward slightly into his hand.]

That's good...

[He murmurs it into Michael's ear, nipping at the skin below it.]

[Michael is very receptive to encouragement, and he smiles a bit against the kiss, then up at the ceiling as he's given feedback and neck kisses. He arches into them a little, breathing a slow shuddering breath. He's a repressed teenager with the power of magic fogging his brain- he could definitely get hard again, at this rate.

He gets bolder with his touch, taking that cock fully into hand for full, firm strokes. Goosebumps rise up his arms and neck.]

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