[Yuuri's responses are inadvertently dragging Conrad further away from what he would know, if he could think rationally, is the right thing. Neither of them are ready for this. It's too much -- too fast, too intense. But with those thoughts left half-formed at best, Conrad slips his hand between their bodies, stroking Yuuri in a way that can't be mistaken as anything but intentional.]
[Having Yuuri make more of those delicious gasping noises is the only thing Conrad can understand at the moment. He murmurs Yuuri's name between kisses, thinking that it would be worth any consequence to be able to give Yuuri even more of these pleasured feelings.]