mostlyajerk | Then why are you in a cage?

Go ahead.

I like it. Sealing your own fate.

I sent you it.

Man, if this backfires and I get kidnapped or attacked again, I'm gonna be so pissed.

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.

Well. You know.

I've had worse Sunday nights.

You really are cute.

Stop touching yourself now, by the way. In case you're tempted.

You can't tell me what to do.

I do what I want.

Do you want me to get you off?

Damn.

Okay fine but you better be fast because this is hella frustrating.

It being frustrating is part of the point.

I like that you want this.

You just want to leave me all hot and bothered. That's totally not fair.

I do. I also feel so guilty. I'm literally planning to sleep with the enemy.

I prefer unfair for this.

That's fine, Cisquito. I'm not planning on letting much sleeping happen.

So what? You just get to call all the shots and I do it?

Hmm, not sure how much I like that. Sounds like a trap.

Oh, I don't know. Look down yourself, I believe you'll find that you like it very much.

As long as it stays the way it is and doesn't morph into like when we worked together and you made me do paperwork, I guess I can be game.

So are you on your way now oooor?

I'll be there when I'm there.

Close your eyes and hold still.

Then I can't text you.

And all I'll think about is how hard I am and how annoying it is I can't touch myself.

Precisely.

Get on it, Cisquito.

Fine, I'm doing it! But I can't text back.

Dick.

<3

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."

"I assume I can open my eyes for this part." Cisco wasn't sure how much he wanted to be naked in front of a guy who used to call him an incompetent moron and once threw office supplies at him for an entire week because he made one tiny joke about deafness but hell, they had gone this far and honestly, at this point? Cisco was mostly thinking with his dick as all guys often did. And all his dick wanted was him to be a good boy, play along and get kissed more because Hartley tasted amazing. The way he touched him a moment ago? Cisco wanted more.

He pulled his shirt over his head and then slipped free of his boxers, taking his time with the last one and seemed very unsure as he stayed where he was, naked and using his hands to cover his chest. Automatic response. "Are you going to take yours off?"

"No." Hartley just smiled and held a hand out to Cisco. He didn't want to be as cruel as he could be, although he suspected Cisco might still be into it even so. But he was so eager to please and so obviously nervous, so his expression was soft when he spoke. "Come here. You look good. I want you to get on your knees."

Not exactly the fearsome orders, but he also didn't think Cisco was quite up to actually being made to want to disobey, he wasn't ready for that. Better to keep it simple. "You have a claim to prove."

"Oh. That. Yeah, no, I can totally do that." Cisco smirked a little, trying to win back some cool points because judging by the look Hartley was giving him, he must have looked kind of pathetic or something. It was a lot to deal with and he didn't want to mess it up or have someone laugh at him naked. Which had happened before. More than once, actually. He pushed all the horrible self doubt aside and used Hartley's hand to get up before he dropped to his knees, flicking his hair out of his face and looking up at Hartley.

"I'm going to make you come so hard, dude. So hard. You'll never have a better blowjob in your life." Yes, already getting cocky and he'd never done it before.

"Oh, I'm sure, babe." Hartley tried not to laugh, but a bit of gentle mockery came through anyway. He supposed that just made it feel more authentic. More like them. "How about you start just by undoing my jeans?" Step by step.

But mockery aside, the fingers that he carded through Cisco's hair to keep it out of his face were gentle and he looked down at him and, yes, of course he was turned on. "You look very good like this. You've no idea. That's material for a lot of fantasies."

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