[Josak will always want Conrad, even when he knows he shouldn't--like right now, after everything that's happened--because Conrad lets him keep wanting. He knows it's not permanent--not forever--and it's okay for now. In the moment, everything is about is the sweat pooling down his legs from the heat of the skirts and the body behind him, pushing into him and him into the wall.
His moan is choked and stuttered, but Josak doesn't care how debauched he sounds. It's so hot, the corset cutting off his hair and making him feel light headed, the friction of his cock rubbing against the folds of the dress in front of him, the pounding from behind--he reaches down to touch himself, not under skirts, but with them wrapped tightly in his fist as well.]