There was the question of how likely it was that Captain Cold would freeze him for this, but as reasonable as that might be, it was very much pushed to the back of his mind now. Hartley didn't feel like playing coy, he was never that good at it anyway, so once he'd decided what he wanted to be doing, he didn't hold back. Instead he tightened his grip on Mick's hip and leaned forward, dipping his head so he could kiss his neck. "You'd be surprised by what all I can handle."

Cockiness, much more his style. "Bring on the heat."

That said he lifted his head so he could kiss him. Sometimes there were rules about fucking, sucking and whatever else, but no kissing, but that wasn't how Hartley played. He liked kissing. He was good at it. And if someone wasn't ready to kiss him, they just weren't ready for him.