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[ 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.]

[He lets out a sigh as the stroking becomes bolder, sucking lightly at the skin beneath his lips to leave small red marks. The more turned on he gets the more aggressively he leaves them, until some bruise. He wouldn't normally mark someone on their first time, but... well, he's not thinking straight.

His hand starts wandering over Michael's body, up under the shirt he's still wearing to toy with one of his nipples. He wouldn't mind getting him going again.]

[Michael is doing nothing to discourage the leaving of marks, arching up into the touch and mewling. The mingle of sting with the pleasure is better than he could have imagined, and soon enough he's squirming under the attention, his hand stuttering in its pattern. He tries to do what feels good to him-imitating how he'd touch himself, which is easy enough with the way they're so close.

Connor's hand up his shirt is equally welcome, and he helps a bit by pushing up his shirt higher with his spare hand, squirming more under the touch. A familiar heat tightens in him all over again, making him squeeze at Connor a little harder.]

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