Wesley pushed him down and despite being horribly turned on, Conrad managed a smile. "Mm, you remember me saying that? I wondered if you knew what I meant.." Conrad had been awfully vague. But Wesley had already left permanent marks on him. On his heart, in his ear.. Because that earring sure as hell wasn't going anywhere. Not if he had further marks to look forward to.
Like the ones on his wrists. Those red lines were bound to turn purple before their night was through. Deep, dark half circles of purple that Conrad would later admire in the mirror. Evidence of their evening together. And this time, there wouldn't be a hint of denial or regret.
Wesley was back to teasing him again. Conrad couldn't stop himself from leaning back up and looking -- And fuck, it was gorgeous. Wesley was gorgeous. The way he rubbed against him, the way he said his name. Precum was leaking - dripping - from the tip of Conrad's cock, smearing against himself and Wes as the other man moved on top of him. He panted into that kiss that met his lips, encouraging his lover to be rough with him.
He didn't care that it was his first time with a man. Or rather, Conrad did care, and he was elated that it was with his dear assassin. But at the same time, he was going to hold Wesley to that promise. He wanted him to ride him and ride him hard. There was to be nothing shy or timid about it.
"I have lube, in the drawer," he spoke, nodding towards his bed stand, "And I suggest you use it fast because Christ, Wes, I don't think I'm going to last long with you teasing me like this --" Which certainly wasn't a complaint. More of a warning..