If Mason's camera had been within reach, Conrad probably would have taken a few pictures of this moment. A few dirty, filthy pictures of Wes on top him, Conrad's cock still inside his ass, with streaks of semen decorating his own chest. It was a thing of true beauty, honestly, and Conrad wished he could have preserved it in more than just his mind.
But Wesley had soon come to rest on top of him and lick cum off his skin - which had the Brit staring all over again - and Conrad moved to get his hands in the other man's hair, massaging his scalp.
Just kissing. That's what they had agreed on. Just kissing and holding one another. Conrad was clearly doing a spectacular job of upholding that bargain. Whoops. So much for that.
He knew nothing had changed just now. Not for Wesley, anyway. But for Conrad - for them - just kissing wasn't really an option anymore. Because he did want to do this again. He didn't want this to be their only time together. And if that made them friends with benefits, well. Maybe Conrad was more on board with that concept than he previously thought.
He leaned to press a kiss to Wesley's forehead, his hand smoothing down the other man's back. "Mm, yes, I should very much like to break you again. And again, and again," he smiled, sneaking another kiss to Wesley's cheek, "You okay? Did I hurt you?"