The sound of his name, the breathy way he fell out of Conrad's mouth, made him glad he'd already gotten rid of his pants. He kissed the top of Conrad's thigh roughly as his fingers sped up. It usually took him much longer to get this worked up. How was it possible to want someone so bad, be so close to that line and they'd only just barely touched. But this had been on his mind for awhile. Conrad had been on his mind for awhile. Everything he'd felt was rushing through his mind like a runaway train. He hadn't realized how many times he'd thought of this moment until it was happening.
Denial had been easy when he'd assumed the interest wasn't returned. That feeling he'd tried to forget that night that they'd first kissed came back so quickly, it almost choked him. He could have stayed on his knees, ignored his own needs, for however long Conrad would have wanted him there. But Conrad's next statement broke through that lust-fueled focus.
His hand stopped. So this was his first time. The smile that came to his face then was slow and small but he was sure his heart grew two sizes. He kissed Conrad's thigh again, softer than before. Pushing himself up, he moved himself over Conrad's hips. Straddling him definitely provided a new source of friction. His knees pushed into the bed on either side of Conrad's hips as he wriggled playfully in his lap. "Oh I'm very willing to give you a lot." He leaned down and gave the scruffier parts of Conrad's cheeks some lip-attention.
"We can go however you like," he bumped their noses. "Slow or fast. And we can stop at any point, alright? For whatever reason. I want you for you. Not just that you really rev my engine." And wow, could Conrad really drive him. He kissed him and though he meant it to be soft, it hungry in the end and he had to pull himself away before he lost himself to it. "You can use a safe word. Mine's milkbone." It was probably a mood killer, sharing something like rules but communication was just as sexy as that little hip-buck Conrad used on him.