Conrad's hands were twisting into that belt, nearly to the point of cutting off his circulation. He groaned, his hips involuntarily jerking up in search of further attention from Wes' mouth. Conrad was mesmerized, watching the other man lick him through his underwear like that --
Christ, was this happening? Was this really happening? This wasn't just another erotic dream that would later leave him hard and wanting?
Just as this very thought was running through his mind, Wesley was peeling his boxers off and touching him and fuck, his pulse couldn't possibly race any faster. "Wes... Wes," the name stumbled from his mouth, trembling on his lips. He needed to say something. He didn't want to, for fear of Wesley going easy on him. But it needed to be clarified, before things progressed any further..
"I've never done this before. With another man, I mean." Conrad swallowed. Hard. Would that be a turn off? God, he hoped that wouldn't be a turn off.
But just because he was inexperienced didn't mean he didn't know what to do. Conrad knew exactly how the.. logistics worked. And he was very willing to go down this road if Wesley was. "But.. I do know that I want you. I really, really want you, Wes.." Conrad's hips eased into motion, bucking himself into the other man's hand. "I want your mouth.. I want your bruises. I want.. anything, everything you're willing to give me."