Honestly, Wes didn't care how Conrad touched him. He could have scratched him up so bad it would have looked like he'd lost a fight with some feral cat and Wes would have still looked himself over in the mirror with smug satisfaction. He could feel those nails go into his skin like hungry claws but he didn't push them away or try to move from that grasp. Not that he'd had much time to think before Conrad chose that moment to start fucking him into oblivion.
He'd never considered himself to be exceptionally noisy in the bedroom. But he knew he must have been heard out in the hall. He wasn't even trying to be quiet or muffle himself. Wes was unapologetically loud, mostly for Conrad's benefit and partly because he couldn't give a shit about who heard them at this point. And he wasn't the only one. Watching Conrad become so quickly unhinged was better than anything he could have imagined. Between the moaning and the shouting, it would have been a miracle if either of them would have heard a fire alarm if it had gone off.
Darling. Darling, he called him like he was something precious. It made that fire in his stomach hotter but it burned at something in his chest. Some feeling that was familiar yet he had no name for it. But now wasn't the time to get lost to his emotions. A rush of static and blinding pleasure hit him hard when Conrad grabbed for him. He bucked up into those fingers instantly, an unexpected whine being pulled from him on the first stroke. The muscles in his legs wanted to give out but he pushed back harder, thrusting faster into Conrad's hand. As fast as he could go.
"I'm-nng, I'm so close! James, please! Don't go easy on me now," Wes smirked as he rocked his body back and forth between one pleasure and the next. He went for Conrad's other hand, tore it from his bruised hip and brought it to his mouth. Nibbling on his fingers before swallowing the first two in his mouth, playing with them between his tongue. "Fuck me harder than you've ever fucked anything in your entire life."