mostlyajerk | Then why are you in a cage?

"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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