"Then it's just for my eyes and just for my memory. I'll treasure it." Hartley grinned and gestured behind himself. "Is it okay if I wash up for a moment? I'd like to not be sticky on the way home."

He walked to the bathroom, washed his hands, got rid of the condom and washed up just a little bit more before returning back to Cisco. Leaning down over him, he couldn't resist leaning down for yet another kiss. "Sleep well, Cisquito. Dream of me."