Hartley wasn't backing out now, hell no. Not a chance. Instead he leaned down and ran his fingers through Cisco's hair, gentle at first and then suddenly tightening his grip, forcing his head back. He caught his eyes and chuckled, using his free hand to trace a line down his throat. "You look adorable."

That said he leaned in closer, until his face was hovering just inches above Cisco's. Really, it was a simple experiment. He wanted to see the straight boy's reaction. "I don't know what you mean, Cisquito. There are ways of making you scream that would still be me playing very, very nice."