Worse positions? He bit roughly above Conrad's stomach. "Cheeky arse." Oh, speaking of; pants. Wes left a few more kises around the fresh bruise, leaving behind tiny hickeys as promises to come back and lavish at it later, then pulled himself up again. With the belt gone and the pants half undone, tugging off Conrad's trousers would be easy. He was careful as he tugged the waistband, shuffling it over Conrad's hips with more care than he would have given anyone else. The pants pooled on the floor along with the rest of the clothing. He was quick about kicking off his own pants, letting it fall with the others.
Even in nothing but their underwear, there was still too much fabric. "Don't worry," Wes leaned down and dragged his tongue across the front, following the shape of his new lover's cock. Maybe he should have hesitated but the way Conrad was close to begging right now, he didn't think he had the patience to wait for much anymore. "These aren't staying on for long." He pulled at the underwear, stained with wet circles where his tongue had been, and tore them off. Where they landed, he didn't know or even care to check.
He groaned once he had everything ripped away. It was so different being able to see Conrad like this, knowing what he was allowing him to do to him, knowing what he wanted him to do. Fuck. Where was Mason's camera? "You're gorgeous," Wes murmured in awe as he leaned in again. He knew that before but this was something else. A side of Conrad only he got to see. Or he hoped.
As badly as he was salivating for a taste, it was his hand that made the first contact. Eager fingers reached out, taking the other man fully in his grasp. It'd been awhile since he'd done this too so his movements at first were jerky and unsure but he kept his eyes up, focused on Conrad's face for any sign of discomfort or pleasure.