He heard the bed groan as Conrad pulled at the restraints. Fragile? Wes looked down at him knowingly. He knew Conrad was far from weak. But it hadn't been about what he could take physically. "What was it you said before?" He reached up and tugged on the belt, forcing Conrad back down into the mattress. "You hoped I would leave a mark on you?" The bright red lines on Conrad's wrist right now would fade but not too quickly. He'd have a few days of admiring those.
That sexy snarl in his ear had him smiling like a loon. It was Conrad's tongue that almost had his eyes in the back of his head. "Oh. You don't even have to ask nicely for that." That answered his next question then. Hot damn. If he was lucky, he'd have a couple marks of his own to admire. Fuck, he hoped his legs didn't work tomorrow.
He dropped himself a little lower, grinding himself down hard into his monster hunter's lower half. "James-" he moaned. His hot skin rubbing against Conrad's forced other little noises out him, gasps and groans as he continued to tease them both mercilessly. "I'm gonna ride you harder than a stolen 'Vette." He kissed him again, not pulling back until he was sure Conrad's lips would get a bruise of their own.
Rutting against each other like a couple of teenagers might get him off but Conrad had made promises. Big promises, Wes had noticed with a side smirk. Lifting his hips, he reached around and grabbed the other man again so he could slide the length of it between his cheeks. Was it mean to keep Conrad tied up while he teased his cock with his ass? Maybe but honestly, the blonde looked like this was the most fun he'd had in a long time. And Wes hated to disappoint.