He'd known what he'd wanted it to mean. But he'd dismissed that possibility quickly. Too quickly. He should have been paying more attention. Maybe there could have been signs to see if he hadn't been so busy being comfortable in denial. Because looking down at Conrad right now, Wes didn't know how he could have ever believed otherwise.
He could feel something wet between his fingers as he stroked up and down but he didn't have to see to know what it was. And he didn't mind it either. He smeared what he could freely over his skin, knowing he'd need as much as he could. This was going to burn in a glorious way but yeah, also hurt a little. He'd only been in another man's lap a few times before and he was usually the one giving, not receiving. It hadn't really been an issue before. He'd been up for switching in the spirit of fairness but there had never been the desire to let someone else have the reigns ..until now. Even though technically, he still had one hand on those. Conrad was pretty reigned in on his own belt.
"You've got any other toys in that drawer I should know about?" Wes teased him as he moved towards the nightstand, one hand on Conrad's chest. For balance. Maybe for squeezing too.
Once he had the tube in hand, he pulled his hand from the drawer. He didn't waste a second popping it open and spreading a generous amount in the palm of his hand. "You're gonna have to tell me later where you got this." It smelled sweet, though he couldn't recognize the scent straight away. There wasn't time to guess. Tube and cap were being left on top of the nightstand and his hand was already going behind him again. It was cold at first and he shivered as he slipped his fingers inside himself. His cock immediately twitched, hitting Conrad's stomach in its eagerness.
"I love it when you curse like that," Wes purred as he used another finger to help stretch himself out. Damn, he'd forgotten how good this felt. He fell forward a bit with another moan, the angle helping him reach deeper. Maybe he got distracted a little by his own pleasure. By the time he remembered himself again, the lube was plenty warm and slick. He was able to start sliding Conrad in with hardly any resistance. But he only guided him, fingers holding him steady, letting that first initial push up to him.