Conrad was absolutely kicking himself for not removing his pants before Wesley got him strapped down. He'd gotten ahead of himself and now he was going to pay for it. Wesley was going to tease him to death and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Conrad was already breathing out noises of frustration and they'd only just gotten started..
That being said, he knew for a fact he wasn't going to last all that long, regardless of what Wesley did to him. He hadn't had sex in years and the intensity of this interaction was already driving Conrad wild. He gave a tug to that makeshift restraint, halfway testing out how strong it was, halfway pretending to put up a fight.
"Mm, I've been in worse positions --"
He tried to keep that smug look on his face, but honestly, those pants of his were becoming straight up painful (and not in a good way) and he wanted them off. He lifted his hips, that expression on his face so close to pleading. "Wes.."