Michael took a few seconds to catch his breath, then held the condom in place as he pulled out. He dealt with it, first, throwing it away before coming back to the bed and sitting beside Robin, reaching over to untie his wrists. His hand wound up in the puck's hair in silent praise, and an assurance that Michael was here. They hadn't discussed aftercare, but while Michael wouldn't leave without tending to the welts all across his body, he wanted to make sure that he didn't need anything emotionally, first. Even Robin might, after how hard Michael had pushed him.