There was a soft laugh out of Conrad as Wesley rolled off of him, allowing himself to be tugged onto his side. Forking. It must have been his favorite position with Wesley. Their legs were always tangled up together somehow, like a pair of octopi.
"I would say that I'm sorry, but you don't sound all that upset about it. Can't wait to see you hobbling around tomorrow, bow-legged like a cowboy that's been riding a horse all day." He snickered and kissed Wesley again, this time on his lips. He couldn't help it. He was just really, really happy right now. That, and he knew for a fact that, if given the chance, Wesley would absolutely return the favor. Conrad had never experienced that particular walk of shame before, but he was more than willing to let his beloved assassin kick his back door in. So to speak.
Conrad would probably end up asking Wesley to stay the night. ..after washing the cum and sweat off of them, of course. And probably switching beds because this one was a nasty wreck. But Conrad couldn't imagine not falling asleep next to Wesley after he'd popped his gay sex cherry.
But then Wesley was saying his name and Conrad was breathing a blissful sigh at the sound of it. He draped an arm over Wesley's side, playfully bumping their noses together. "Yes, dear?"