Are you really? Because I have the feeling that if I came into your place and wrestled your hands behind you, tied them together and forced you on the bed, leaned down and told you that I'm going to be taking you wherever I want to do whatever I want, you'd only be protesting for show.
When Hartley got there, not that much time had actually passed, although he suspected that might be different in Cisco's perception.
"Keep your eyes closed." It was all he said and then there was mostly silence and the rustle of cloth as Hartley moved. Finally he was right in front of Cisco, hands on his thighs and, soon, his breath by his cheek. "You're so obedient. I love that."
"I feel like I'm playing the world's slowest game of hide and seek and I'm still counting or like waiting for you to jump out and give me a surprise." Cisco flushed a little, feeling kind of dumb that he had actually kept his eyes closed but what else was he supposed to do? Sit around bored and horny. May as well do it this way. He knew Hartley was close now, he could feel how close he was, feel his breath against his skin. Oh man. He didn't even want to know how hard he was right now.
"I'm not that obedient and we both know it. If I was, I would have been a way better employee." Though right now, with the promise of some hella kinky sex, he found himself more willing to obey.
"But you don't work under me now, Cisquito. You just fail to work against me." Hartley chuckled and finally kissed Cisco, before he could protest this. He was already sliding one hand under his shirt, the other going lower still, cupping him through his boxers. Nice. Very nice, very hard, very ready. He loved it. It felt good to be wanted like this, it was addictive. No wonder he had made his way here in the middle of the night.
Hartley pulled back without warning and stood up, looking down at Cisco. "Strip."
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You're what I want.
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Like for real?
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If you want to maybe do some stuff.
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I like it. Sealing your own fate.
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Man, if this backfires and I get kidnapped or attacked again, I'm gonna be so pissed.
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I've had worse Sunday nights.
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Stop touching yourself now, by the way. In case you're tempted.
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I do what I want.
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Okay fine but you better be fast because this is hella frustrating.
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I like that you want this.
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I do. I also feel so guilty. I'm literally planning to sleep with the enemy.
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That's fine, Cisquito. I'm not planning on letting much sleeping happen.
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Hmm, not sure how much I like that. Sounds like a trap.
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So are you on your way now oooor?
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Close your eyes and hold still.
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And all I'll think about is how hard I am and how annoying it is I can't touch myself.
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Get on it, Cisquito.
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Dick.
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When Hartley got there, not that much time had actually passed, although he suspected that might be different in Cisco's perception.
"Keep your eyes closed." It was all he said and then there was mostly silence and the rustle of cloth as Hartley moved. Finally he was right in front of Cisco, hands on his thighs and, soon, his breath by his cheek. "You're so obedient. I love that."
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"I'm not that obedient and we both know it. If I was, I would have been a way better employee." Though right now, with the promise of some hella kinky sex, he found himself more willing to obey.
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Hartley pulled back without warning and stood up, looking down at Cisco. "Strip."
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