It was easy enough to direct Cisco, because he might just actually be a natural at this particular thing. Hartley's hand was in Cisco's hair and while he gripped it tight - seeing how Cisco was clearly into that - he mostly used the grip to prevent him from choking, because keeping himself from just trying to fuck that willing mouth proved to be very challenging.

He didn't actually allow himself to finish, instead he pulled Cisco back, panting, pulling him up by his hair until he could kiss him. "You're delicious. Get on the bed."

He had a hand in his pocket, pulling out a condom and lube and only then making his way over to Cisco as well. "On your stomach, Cisco. On your knees and keep your head on the mattress."

Hey, he seemed to like the orders, who was he to deny them?