mostlyajerk | Then why are you in a cage?

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."

"Oh yeah, I can see that. I bet you always wanted to get me on my knees... or punch my lights out. Probably a mix of the two. I just never figured we'd do it like this." Cisco laughed nervously as he fumbled with Hartley's button, somehow unable to do it and that really wasn't helping his game but once he did, he wasted no time pulling down the zipper and tugging them down a little so he had easier access to his boxers.

"I prefer this way of doing things to the punching. Just saying." With a playful smile, he reached up and tugged down the boxers, happy to see Hartley was hard as well. At least he wasn't the only one into it.

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?

"Oh. Oh, man, so we're doing this? Okay. Cool. Cool." So he was really going to let Hartley Rathaway, king of dicks, fuck him in the ass. Huh. Well, he'd had worse ideas. This one seemed about midway at best on the bad idea scale. He wasn't sure what this was going to be like but as far as losing his virginity went, this was going to make a pretty funny story that he would never, ever tell anyone.

Cisco licked his lips and then wiped his face to get rid of any excess drool, not wanting to look like a total spazz. He climbed onto the bed as told and assumed the position because hell, he had no idea what he was doing and he had to assume he was told to do it like this for a reason.

"Okay, dude, I did it." Cisco bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, hoping against hope this wasn't going to hurt like hell. He didn't want to look like a wuss that noped out of hot villain sex. "Is there a reason I have to keep my head on the mattress? What if I want to look up? Or behind me?"

"Mostly just a stability thing." Hartley moved behind Cisco and slowly ran a hand down his spine, actually meaning to be reassuring. He settled down for now, opening the lube with one hand and massaging Cisco's neck, drawing gentle circles with his thumb just below the base of his skull. "First time I ever did this I fell off the bed. Hard to recover from, self-esteem wise."

There, maybe that would make it a little easier on Cisco. "You can move, but it's easiest like this. Now, I know they always say the first time really hurts, but that's bullshit. Some pain, sure, but never more than pleasure. So we're going as slow as you need it and if you don't want it, just say. Plenty other things we could do."

That said he leaned forward and playfully bit one of Cisco's ass-cheeks, obviously very lightly. "I'll know your ass is mine either way."

"Really? Hard to imagine you being half the dork I am in bed." Cisco laughed a little, his nerves dying a little as he felt himself relax a little, feeling a little awkward and unsure still but mostly less like this was an inescapable mess he'd probably fuck up somehow. Hartley was pretty good at making him feel less on edge and tense. Surprising, really, but very much welcomed.

He made a small noise at the bite, a noise that showed just how appreciative he was of it, even if he didn't say as much. "Dude, knock it off. Stop biting me. My ass is no ones, I'm just letting you use it."

Which didn't sound any better but hey, he wanted some kind of pride left over. He didn't want to give everything away without fighting it a little. "Okay, I'm game. It's gonna be fine, I got this."

"For a first time and given your general personality, I don't think you're being a dork at all." Hartley grinned and kissed Cisco's ass where he'd bitten it, then finally put his hand between his legs. "This is going to be cold."

He had tried to warm his fingers up a little, but that would still feel cold to Cisco nonetheless. He was gentle as he just teased around the entrance, watching carefully for any reaction from Cisco. "It's more weird than hot at first. That's normal. Just wait."

He finally moved one finger inside him, slowly, but insistently and when he found his prostate, he brushed against it.

"How's that?"

"Yep. This is so weird." Why did get guys like this? Seriously? It just seemed kind of odd to him. How did they know this was what they wanted out of life? For some dude to fuck them in the ass of all places. It was just this weird thing he wasn't sure how to deal with and personally, he didn't know if it was for him.

That was what he thought before Hartley brushed his prostate.

Afterwards, it was a very different picture. Cisco moaned and his hips jerk back into it on instinct. He'd never felt anything like that, not in his life. Though that wasn't a shock given all his experience in bed came from his hand on his dick and that alone. He whined a little and pushed back against Hartley, trying to make that sensation happen again.

"Oh God. Do it again."

"More to your liking, yeah? See, when you know it's leading up to that, everything related to it also becomes very, very hot." Hartley chuckled and acquiesced, pushing down this time, for a bit of a stronger jolt. "I'm going to add a finger now, if that's okay with you?"

By the sound of it, it very much was, so Hartley kept going, making sure that Cisco was very slick and very ready. When Cisco's thighs were quivering and Hartley was sure that he could take him without pain, he pulled back, giving Cisco's ass a light slap. "I'm going to put a condom on now. Do you want me? Because I want you."

He wasn't sure when he'd slipped into Spanish, but here he was. "Right now you might just be the hottest sight of my life, Cisquito."

Then why are you in a cage?

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