mostlyajerk | Then why are you in a cage?

"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."

"O-Oh man, how the -- what the fuck?"

That was amazing. That was like the most intense thing he'd ever felt and he definitely wanted more. He was flushed and writhing in impatiences, just wanting Hartley to touch him, kiss him, be inside him. He whimpered appreciatively at the slap and nodded his head so fast, he saw spots. He had no idea when he'd switched to Spanish either, he just did, hearing his mother tongue just tended to do that to him. "Yes, God, yes. Please fuck me."

Already into begging? He wasn't even shocked at himself. He pushed himself up a little and waited, feeling himself tremble with excitement. "God, Hartley. Do whatever the hell you want."

Hartley smiled at that, but he was too excited himself to say much. Instead he moved behind Cisco, one hand sliding under him to help support him, the other steadying him as he pushed inside. He went slow enough, making sure that Cisco sounded more as if he enjoyed it than as if he was in pain. He started moving, angling it the way that made Cisco cry out the loudest. As he pulled Cisco up, back against his chest, he turned his head to the side to whisper into his ear how beautiful he was, how much he wanted him, how he wanted no one but him.

He wasn't slowing down and his free hand reached down to wrap around Cisco, providing yet more stimulation. It really wasn't surprising that neither of them lasted that long and after he came, Hartley dropped down behind Cisco, still with his arms tightly around him, nuzzling and marking his neck.

That was mind blowing. Cisco literally had no words, he just lay there trying to catch his breath, unable to form words and everything he just experienced sank in. He felt amazing... and kind of sticky. But mostly amazing and that was all that mattered. It took him a few moments of deep breathing before finally, he seemed to calm down and his brain went back into a mode where he could actually kind of function.

The first thing he noticed was Hartley was all over his neck, probably renewing the mark he'd made not long ago, ensuring it stayed. Hot. Then slowly he noticed he was exhausted, lazily moving closer to Hartley and watching him, the awe obvious.

"That was so dope." Cisco laughed and a massive grin spread over his face as he turned his head to look at Hartley. "We get to do this again, right?"

"If you want to, yes." Hartley smiled at Cisco, because who could have helped smiling in face of this grin under those circumstances? Hartley felt the afterglow as well, never mind that he was more used to it than Cisco. He leaned forward and kissed him, once, then twice, then properly, then he told Cisco that he was very hot indeed one more time and with that, he got up. Hartley adjusted his jeans, pulling and zipping them up. He was still looking at Cisco, grinning. "I really, really want to take a picture of you like this. You've no idea."

"I want to, yes. Totally yes. Let's do this." Cisco lay back and licked his lips, enjoying the taste of Hartley, it was unique and he got to taste it, him and just him. Well, maybe? He didn't know. Hartley kind of seemed like he did this more and unlike Cisco, he probably had mad game. Maybe others did too. He was about to throw an arm around Hartley when he got up, already dressed and giving vibes that he so wasn't staying. Oh. Okay. That was totally cool. He guessed. Maybe post sex cuddling was just a things girls did? And he didn't want to look like a wuss. He pushed passed the disappointment and smiled up at Hartley. "You take a picture and I will make you eat your phone, bro. This is private! If someone stole your phone, they'd have so much blackmail material. Not cool."

"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."

So he was definitely leaving. Oh cool. Right. He totally got that. He pulled himself up a little, sticky and knowing he definitely needed to shower himself, he supposed he could wait for Hartley to go. He kissed him back with a smile and tilted his head to the side, looking over Hartley himself.

"Maybe next time we could do more." Cisco's smile slowly formed into a somewhat devious smirk. "Maybe you can show me just how good you are with ropes." What? He said he was good at it before. Cisco was just naturally curious. "See you around, Piper."

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