"What did you just ask me?!" Cisco all but screeched. Though, his face had turned a bit red.

"I asked if I could touch-"

"-Yeah, yeah, I got that part. But...why would you want to..."

"Truth be told, I'm curious."

Cisco stared in astonishment at Harrison Wells. The same man who'd had a chip on his shoulder since arrival from Earth-2 several months ago just asked if he could get a feel of the young engineer's ass! Cisco strained a sound of confusion from his throat. Not that he wasn't flattered. Honestly it wouldn't be the first time someone put their hands there. But Harry sure as hell was the first person to ask permission.

"Why are you even asking?! Most people just," he paused at the faint glint of rage in the older scientist's eyes, "most people just go for it."

Harry's eyebrows narrowed and his ice blue eyes lit up. "I hope you didn't put up with it," he said stalking towards Cisco.

"No, they went home with opera lessons," he confirmed, backing into his work table. Harry's eyes seemed to glow with a note of...joy...in that statement, and the Hispanic boy was careful to jot that down in his head. Still, the initial answer he'd been given to his earlier question wasn't much of an answer.

"Why are you curious?" he asked, voice faltering a bit.

Harry sighed and grabbed a spare chair, wheeling it over near Cisco and he sat down. The distance was comfortable, not too close. Now for the answer. The truth was a bit more...grotesque, unfortunately. And at that moment Harry wondered if honesty really was the best policy. He really didn't think the boy could handle the truth.

"You don't answer, you don't get to touch," Cisco warned. He was serious, too. Harry saw that.

"What if you don't like my answer?" he countered. There was always that chance of not getting anywhere, even with being honest.

"Try me," Cisco ordered.

Harry sighed. "I'm curious because I haven't been laid in some thirty years, so I'm asking you now before I just take."

This made Cisco pause. "You would do that? You would just..." He left off there, feeling no need to finish that sentence. Harry leaned back in the chair. Cisco could see a frightening amount of suppressed stress and frustration in his eyes. If Harry told him it was really tempting to just jump him, he'd scare him.

"Alright," he finally caved. He turned around and planted his hands on his work table. His cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink, making Harry smile and chuckle softly. Again, adorable.

Cisco heard the chair move away, signaling that Harry had gotten up. He heard quiet footsteps, and he could swear he almost heard the man's heart beating in his chest. His own beat just as loudly. Truth was, he had never really put himself in a vulnerable position so deliberately before. So it made him nervous. Cisco felt body heat radiating against his back, telling him Harry was officially in his personal space.

"What are your rules?" the scientist asked. The boy in front of him blinked. He hadn't thought of any. But he still took the question as a good sign. The fact that Harry asked before he started meant he cared about Cisco's boundaries.

"Just...don't go too far south...o-or north. I don't think I'm ready for that." This was said rather quietly. But Harry still heard him. He nodded, though Cisco didn't see it. This also gave him a little room to explore, though severely limited. "Alright," he agreed. Then he reached out. It had been a while since Cisco allowed his ass to be touched. So it was fitting that his senses were heightened significantly. And Harry didn't just grab, either. He was gentle. Rubbing his hands against denim clad cheeks, he sighed at the first human touch he'd had in a while. Yes, he embraced his daughter and occasionally pat Cisco or Barry on the back, but he didn't count it as pure human interaction.

Cisco's eyelashes fluttered softly at such careful ministrations. Harry gripped him through the denim of his jeans, squeezing gently at first, then hard, smiling when a clear shiver ran up the Hispanic's spine. He had a good hold on him. There was an urge to dig his nails in as best as he could, and Harry did, earning a delightful little hiss from Cisco. He hooked his nails as best as he could and stroked little circles with his thumbs. Little tingles of pleasure flew straight to Cisco's brain and then u-turned back down to his crotch.

His nerves were sparking all over with sensation. Warmth drew closer as Harry pressed himself flush against Cisco's back, enjoying the interaction. He was careful not to put his hands too far forward as per Cisco's orders. Harry was enjoying this too much; he didn't want to spook him. But he did drift up slightly, eager to have the engineer's fair heated flesh beneath his hands. But that infernal jacket was in the way. He couldn't be discreet about it. He sighed loudly and went for it, forcing his hands up under both jacket and shirt, and Cisco gasped loudly at the cool hands suddenly gripping at his waistline. And that was a little north for him. Almost too close to his very suddenly tingling chest.

Cisco's whole frame shook. Now was not the time for that! That was the last thing he needed right now. The boy didn't need Harry finding out about that quirk at all.

"Too high, Harry. Please..." To some slight surprise on Cisco's part, the man listened. His hands immediately left their place. For Harry, it was simple. He'd been given a set of rules, he was going to follow them. He also didn't want to scare Cisco into cutting physical contact too soon.

"When was the last time you satisfied yourself?" Harry asked quietly. The engineer shuddered. "I forget."

One hand drifted back down towards Cisco's denim clad butt, the other towards the hem on the front of Cisco's jeans. But it didn't go any farther. The engineer took a shaky breath and his head dropped against Harry's shoulder. "May I...?" the older scientist asked, roughly kneading one of the engineer's cheeks to pass the time. And he was almost curious of what the flesh of the engineer's ass would feel like in his hands. He just couldn't stick to the rules. So now he was relying on permission for advancement.

Cisco groaned in frustration. This was killing him! He didn't want sex, but didn't want to be left sitting in the lab for the rest of the day with an erection! He was so hard it hurt! Harry had basically offered to get him off, and with the current situation his head, he was having a hard time finding a middle ground. "Harry..." he sobbed hysterically, "just...no...dammit,no! I can't...this isn't fair!"

He couldn't make up his mind! With one hand squeezing his ass, the other teasingly close to his dick, and his chest tingling dangerously, he had no clue what he wanted. "What am I doing next, Ramon?" the older man asked. He was getting anxious. He had his own hard-on to deal with, too. He just needed to know if he was on his own or if he was getting them both off.

"Harry... ...oh, screw it. Go ahead," Cisco caved in. Harry gave a shaky exhale at the voice and let go of Cisco's ass to turn him around. His sight was greeted with Cisco's flustered expression and wide pupils. Carefully, he grabbed the boy's hips and lifted him up to sit on the table.

From there he leaned into the boy's personal space again, and gently kissed Cisco's forehead before his hands started to creep up Cisco's legs. Cisco shivered at the touches. His breathing was labored and shaking and he spread his legs invitingly. This made Harry chuckle. This boy, his boy, was eager.

Yes, that sounded better to him in his head. He liked that little note of possession. But to say that aloud right now might not be good for him.

"Harry, come on! Please!" Now Cisco really wanted it. And that whine...it went straight to Harry's hardened cock. His fingers got busy, easily popping the button on Cisco's jeans and sliding the zipper down. But he slid it down slowly. Another whine and the boy dropped his head onto the older scientist's shoulder. "Dude, you're killing me, here!"

An evil smile took over Harry's face as he leaned into the boy more, to the extent that Cisco was on his back on the table with his head hanging over the edge, and Harry was bent over him, almost at a ninety degree angle. And their erections were rubbing together. The angle was perfect. Harry snaked his hand between their bodies and slid it into Cisco's jeans. Pure, heated flesh greeted him and he gripped it tightly. "You went commando? Just how much of a rush were you in this morning?" he quipped.

The body beneath him shook in pleasure. Finally, some satisfaction! Having almost a death hold on Cisco's aching erection made Harry bury his face in the crook of the boy's neck. He started to slowly stroke his hand, and Cisco's chest began to rise and fall rapidly. He clawed at the table desperately, wanting something to hold onto.

One leg wrapped itself up and around Harry's lower back and Cisco's hands reached out, gripping the man's shoulder with one and tangling the other in his ridiculous hair. Too long. It had been too long since he'd satisfied himself, and even longer since someone had attempted to satisfy him. Cruelty at its finest, Cisco's companions over the years had never lasted long. Thanks to a little quirk in his genetics that made itself known every time he got aroused. Thankfully, he'd managed to keep it hidden from boyfriends and the occasional girlfriend. For which, he was incredibly grateful.

But now he was struggling to pay attention. He could feel his shirt slowly dampening in the back of his mind. Lord help him now if Harry noticed. His hoodie at least covered his chest for the most part.

A solid jerk of Harry's wrist brought Cisco back with a strangled cry. His skin was burning all over with a red hue, jaw slack with every shaky breath. His pupils were blown wide with lust, lips trembling and hands shaking where they grasped tightly at the older man's shoulder and hair.

Harry switched between different amounts of pressure as he stroked, making both of Cisco's legs rattle. As good as this was, to the engineer, it wasn't enough. Sex had not been a part of the plan, initially, but right now he really wanted it. Even though he knew that he would regret giving in to his highly active loins.

Harry's eyes lit up with worry when both of Cisco's hands grabbed his shoulders and pushed him up. Breathing heavily, the boy looked up at him with heated lust and caramel skin tinted red. "Move me to the floor. Now." Harrison knew what this meant. Now he had one of the highest of clearances.

And thank the multiverse that they were the only two in the building. As soon as the order was given, Harry all but dragged Cisco down to the cold floor and ripped off his own black jacket. It was really getting in the way. The jacket revealed an equally black t-shirt, making Cisco's head spin. Harry never wore short sleeves. Never.

"You bastard, you were hoping for this!" Cisco snarled, but he reached up to grip the man's biceps through his short sleeves. Harry's arms were thin, just like the rest of him. But what little was there was solid. "...maybe," Harry supplied, reaching down towards Cisco's now leaking cock. The body beneath him hitched at the returned touch.

"I swear to god, if I weren't so desperate I'd kill you." That was good to know. Harry stroked gently, earning a soft sigh and he gripped the belt loops. When he tugged, Cisco stared up at him, face still a bit red and pupils taking over brown irises. Harry was waiting for the final green light. This was Cisco's last chance to kick him in the stomach and run. He remained still as a set of hands reached up and cupped his face gently. Cisco was, in this sense, a virgin. He had topped before, both girlfriends and boyfriends, but he had never been on the receiving end. So he knew what went into this.

But...was it right? He had allowed Harry to touch him out of curiosity. Now, they both needed this to satisfy themselves. So, it wasn't really being done out of love or trust. It was being done out of the blue. And as a result, Cisco was hesitant in giving such power to Harry. This was familiar, yet new.

Harry looked down at him and tugged at those belt loops again, this time more gently. Finally, after some questioning of morals, Cisco's breath shook as he reached down to lock his fingers with those of the older scientist. He gulped, but gave his own tug on his jeans. "Just be careful."

Harry gave a breathy groan and leaned in to kiss him, using both hands now to slide his jeans down. Beautiful caramel colored flesh stretched over nice pelvic bones greeted him, the occasional scar texturing the skin. It was perfect. He loved scarred skin. Flesh that was unmarked made him cringe and want to rip it open. Skin wasn't perfect until it was damaged. Then, and only then, did he find it beautiful.

"You need another one," Harry whispered huskily, reaching back behind him to rip Cisco's sneakers off. "Another what?" the Hispanic whined, kicking his shoes off for Harry, allowing him to yank his jeans off. But, the older scientist was in such a rush, he only cleared one pant leg. The rest of Cisco's jeans were bunched up at his right ankle and his shirt had ridden up his flat stomach. "Here," the other sighed, tracing his fingers along the barren skin of the younger's belly, "you need another scar. Your skin is too smooth here."

Cisco shuddered. "Later... Just fuck me, already." Harry smiled at the demand. His ice blue eyes were alight with the possibility of being allowed to rip the boy's skin open with no repercussions. But for now, the task at hand was more important. He surprised Cisco by forcing his fingers into his mouth. Yes, Harry had come in here hoping to get a happy ending, but he also was aware that Cisco might have turned him down. So he didn't have any lube with him.

Large, wide brown eyes stared up at the scientist, but a tongue started to dance between long fingers, slowly getting them nice and slick. Harry watched intently at the movements, watched how they were being performed so smoothly. "You've done this before," he quipped. Cisco glared and bit down. Harry retracted his fingers with a sharp "ouch!" and growled. "This isn't my first rodeo, dude. Just my first one on the receiving end," Cisco responded, slightly offended.

Harry stared at his fingers, fresh teeth marks just under the middle knuckles. Bright red and bleeding at the edges, they would make perfect scars. The concept shot straight to his rock hard cock. "You looking to mark me up, too?" Another tingle shot through Cisco's body, and he clenched his teeth when his shirt started to cling to his chest. He couldn't respond to that.

"I'm waiting, Harry," he whispered. Ice blue eyes were heated, and said man reached between his legs. His other hand went for a bare thigh to dig his nails in, while Cisco felt the first trace the flesh of his entrance. He bit his lip. Two fingers pushed past the tight ring, and Harry groaned. Warmth. Pure warmth greeted him. His fingers slid in easily, the mixture of his blood and Cisco's saliva doing the trick. And his heart skipped many beats in knowing that he was Cisco's first for this.

Harry curled his digits slightly and turned his hand, hitting something that made Cisco yelp. Right there, Cisco started to become eager. He wanted the man to hurry up already and take him because sooner or later, his hoodie was bound to get wet. It's a wonder the cloth wasn't damp already. His shirt was definitely soaked, though.

He shifted his hips, desperate for Harry to just fuck him already. Harry slid his fingers out from Cisco's warm hole in protest to the movement. "Just do it already! Please!" the engineer demanded. "You're in such a rush," Harry mused, "Care to tell me why?" But he took some pity on him and unzipped his pants. Cisco watched in slow motion as the man's thick, throbbing cock came into view, and he gently nudged his entrance. But he didn't enter right away like Cisco wanted. "First time is going to hurt, Ramon," Harry warned.

"Dammit, Harry, I don't care! Just fuck me and stop- -Agh!"

Harrison thrust forward in wild abandon, burying himself to the hilt. A new wetness wrapped around him as he remained still for Cisco to adjust. This wetness was warmer than the boy's insides. Only by just a few degrees, but it was noticeable. Cisco's legs rattled and shook. He felt like he'd just been ripped in half. His hands launched up to grip at Harry's arms when he shifted ever so slightly, his face scrunched up in pain. And then he felt it.

Something warm slid down the flesh of his cheeks. "I think your skin may have torn a bit," Harry grunted. Cisco's nails dug sharply into the other's arms, making angry red and almost purple welts. "I gathered," he replied with baited breath. They remained there for a few minutes. Harry stayed still while Cisco shook. Hell of a way to give the engineer his first time.

But Harry was patient. And as Cisco's breathing evened out, he slowly opened his eyes. Harry leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against his forehead in apology. Cisco shivered and shuddered at it, and the movement. So Harry started to trail kisses down the boy's jaw, biting occasionally. The truth was hidden beneath Cisco's pained expression, but he was loving every single kiss and committing each one to memory.

He was deliberately holding back a reaction. He wanted Harry to feel sorry for hurting him. But if he ever evaluated the situation with a clear head, he would have realized that it was mostly his fault he was hurting. ''Are you okay?'' Harry finally asked. He was concerned. Again, this was a hell of a way to give him his first time.

Harry decided that a distraction was necessary. So he gripped at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, movements jostling the body beneath him. Cisco was ready to help when he caught sight of the black cloth being removed. ''Querido Dios... Harry...are you trying to fuck me or kill me?'' A chuckle rippled through the other and he grabbed Cisco's clothed waist with both hands. ''Right now, Ramon, what's the difference?''

And then he started to move. Slow, sweet, and steady, Harry started to pull out and thrust back in. Cisco moaned quietly at the sparks of pain mixing with tidbits of pleasure. He could feel Harry moving in him slowly, and it was bliss. He was loving it.

In fact, Cisco began to wonder why he'd passed this up. Of the few relationships he'd had in the past, most were with guys younger than him, and he topped. All of them. And he stayed dressed, and they were faced down on the mattress. Not that any of them had complained. He made sure they were too busy screaming to complain. Never in his life did he allow someone to top him. It was too risky.

And here he was, on his back and nearly completely exposed. Harry groaned quietly at the lack of friction he was getting from moving so slowly. ''Ramon, are you wanting to walk in the morning?'' He was serious about the question. Cisco's eyes widened and he looked into ice blue irises. ''I'd like to, now that you mention it. Why?''

Harry sighed and thrust forward sharply and quickly. Cisco's. Body shook and arched suddenly as Harry slammed home on his prostate. Harry wanted to do this hard and fast. He just wasn't sure Cisco could take him as hard as he was willing to go. ''Just do it already. I'm not really looking to get anything done tomorrow, anyway,'' Cisco caved, seeing an expression of anguish at the concept of going slow and soft all over Harry's face.

And Harry started to thrust into him like a wild animal, hitting the boy's prostate every single time. The older scientist committed the feeling of Cisco's insides to memory with each movement. The sound of flesh meeting denim repeatedly made his already preoccupied brain realize that he was still wearing his own black jeans. But he couldn't care less at that moment.

Cisco's hair fell everywhere, a few strands even falling into his mouth. His head dropped against the floor a bit and his mouth fell open. He couldn't manage anything more than choked gasps and high pitched whines. Cisco reached out for something to hold onto, and wrapped his arms tightly around Harry's neck.

Harrison secretly loved every wheezing raspy breath that flew past the boy's lips; they urged heat to pool in his loins. And Cisco's whole pelvis was rattling with pleasure as it was slammed into.

''Harry...please..!'' Cisco's nails dug into the flesh of the other man's neck. Harry nuzzled Cisco's jaw in response and listened intently for his pulse over his choked cries. He snaked a hand in between their bodies to grip Cisco's aching cock. The heat of the hardened member at his fingertips was more than enough for him. Harrison gave one last thrust as hard as he could and emptied himself into the body beneath him.

Just the feeling of warm seed flooding his ass was what set Cisco off. Just as his cocked jerked and coated Harry's hand with thick cum, Cisco's arms lost their hold on the other's neck. They dropped to the floor at his sides and his chest heaved with wheezing breaths.

Harry remained hunched over Cisco, even giving a few gentle strokes to milk the rest of his orgasm,to which the engineer shuddered but gave no verbal reply. They both stayed like that for a good ten minutes. Cisco, after all of that, wasn't planning on moving. Nothing in the universe could get him to even open his eyes. He didn't care how exposed he was. Cisco was content.

Eventually, Harry sat up and slowly pulled out. Both men gave a groan at the disconnection. Cisco had felt so full with Harry in him. Now, he felt...well, empty. And he whined somewhat when he felt Harry sliding his jeans back on. Still in a euphoric and over sensitive haze from his climax, a muttered ''No'' slipped past his lips when Harry ran his hands over his now denim clad hips to soothe him.

He didn't bother with the boy's shoes. Cisco could handle those himself. What's more, he bent his legs at the knee to bring them closer to himself. But Harry stayed close. He even reached out to stroke gentle circles on his cheek. His hand then trailed down towards Cisco's torso, where he noticed his shirt was clinging to his skin. Harry nudged the fold of the engineer's jacket aside and saw the shirt was practically drenched.

''Cisco, why is your shirt wet?''