Conrad remembered being on the other side of this exchange not all that long ago, after the Danger Room incident. Asking to see Wesley's bruises, kissing them. It was all just an excuse, really. A stepping stone that led to what they really wanted. But Conrad would play along with his own game, taking off his shirt and dropping it to the floor.
It was true that the two of them had been completely naked around one another before. But there had been nothing erotic or sensual about it. It was difficult to view it as such when the hotel didn't give them much of a choice. But here and now, Conrad wanted Wesley to look. And touch. And kiss. He reached out, taking Wesley's hand and guiding it to his ribcage.
There, along his side, was a very faint purple mark. It wasn't much, but it did look fresh. "I thought about you when I saw these in the mirror. It reminded me of the first bruise you ever gave me, when we were wrestling down at the gym.." He smoothed Wesley's fingers lower, nearly to the waistband of his pants. "I remember.. the mat burn. I remember you overpowering me.. and holding me down."
Conrad let go of Wesley's hand, his fingers moving to unfasten his fly. "And I can't tell you how badly I've wanted you to do that to me again. I've thought about it every day, ever since.."