If there had been concrete rules that had been set down, well they'd kinda broken them. Wes knew things were kind of complicated and fucking each other silly definitely hadn't helped make the situation any easier. For now, he wouldn't think about it. His brain was still flying somewhere over a rainbow, pink shiny bubbles playing in his vision.
He was spent but giddy and thrilled. For one horrible moment, he'd half-expected Conrad to kick him out of bed as soon as it was all over. But instead, he was kissing him and bringing him in. Even saying that he wanted a repeat. Several, actually. That feeling in his chest persisted. Was this bliss?
"A little," Wes admitted as he slipped next to Conrad on the bed, managing to still keep their legs intertwined. He moaned a little as he felt Conrad slip out of him and tried not to wince. The sheets were a mess and he'd need a shower to clean up. For now though, a few minutes enjoying some pillow talk was all he wanted. "But a good hurt. Probably the kind that I'll have for the next day but I can think up some ways for you to make it up to me. And I'm definitely more than okay."
His breathing had just returned to normal but somehow, his heart was still going like a jackhammer. So many things had fallen out of his mouth tonight. What was one more? He bit his lip, hesitating, then snuggled himself right alongside him. "Conrad?"