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Cisco couldn’t believe he was actually going to do this. He’d weighed up his options and this was the only way out he could find.

Around a month ago there’d been a freak fire in his parents house and it had burnt to the ground. His mom was okay but his dad ended up in hospital. Cisco had done what he could, helped his mom find somewhere to stay, visited his dad as much as possible, and brought his mom to the lawyers to try and figure out insurance details. But for some bullshit reason the cops were saying the fire was caused by his parents which meant the insurance company wasn’t willing to pay out. So now not only were his parents homeless but their savings were being eaten up by medical fees. Cisco helped as much as he could but he had only so much money and things were getting desperate. He’d been going down rabbit holes trying to find a way to get a bit more money when he stumbled across it.

There was an allusion to a company that could help in a chat and he followed all the breadcrumbs until he found it. The company didn’t even have a name, just an image of a black envelope outlined in gold. He read everything he could find on the site and balked. It was an auction company for when you only had one thing left to sell. In order to be approved you had to undergo medical tests, physical, drug, etc. If you were cleared you could put yourself up for auction. The lowest entry bid allowed was 500K. This made Cisco pause briefly but in the end he closed the page with a shake of his head. There were some lines he wouldn’t cross.

His morals held out another week before the sight of his mother crying when she thought he couldn’t see and his father’s determination to check out of the hospital to cut costs had him going back to the site. Before he could talk himself out of it he entered an application. A few hours later he was sent an appointment for the medical tests. His eyes widened when he saw the address. It was one of those swanky surgeries uptown that catered to the rich and powerful. Cisco half expected it to be a hoax. But thankfully it wasn’t and he walked back out of the building after hours of testing the next day. He knew he probably wouldn’t know the results straight away but he was on edge for the rest of the week waiting. If he was turned down now he didn’t know what he would do.

He knew if he told his friends they’d do whatever they could to help, in fact in Barry and Caitlin found out about this they’d murder him, but he didn’t want to put that on them. And there was another part of him that wanted to do this himself, to know that he would be enough to help his parents. He had just breached home from STAR Labs that weekend when when his phone chimed with an email. He was so tired he just tossed his phone on his bed before heading to the shower. Afterward, slightly more alert he grabbed his phone and froze when he saw the email header ‘Invitation’. He opened his phone and the email was blank except for a link and a number. He hesitated for a moment before clicking on the link. A screen opened and he was asked if he wanted to download an app. The image was of the now familiar black and gold envelope. He tapped ‘yes’. When the app was downloaded he immediately opened it and was asked for his confirmation number. He copied it from the email and was logged in.

There was no picture option in the profile which he thought was curious. All his medical data was listed as was all the information that he had filled in on the application form. The main screen just said ‘TBA’ which Cisco knew would change to a location, date and time when the next auction was announced. From what he had seen the auctions only happened once a month. He hoped the next one was soon so he could just get this over with.

At first he checked the app almost obsessively but then the newest meta big bad hit the city and it was pushed to the back of his mind. Finally the meta was in prison and Barry announced they should all go out for drinks to celebrate. Cisco was tidying up the lab and half considering just going home and crashing when an alert went off on his phone. He frowned when he didn’t recognize the tone. He picked up his phone and his eyes widened when he saw the black and gold. He hurriedly unlocked his screen and clicked on the app. The ‘TBA’ had been replaced with a time and location. It was in four hours. Fuck. Cisco stared blankly at his phone.

“Is everything okay?”

Cisco snapped back to reality and looked at a concerned Harry. He quickly put his phone in his pocket and Harry frowned. Cisco smiled.

“Yeah no worries. I was just thinking I might go home and crash instead of going out.”

“Do you want company?”

“No, it’s fine. Like I said, I’ll probably get some sleep.”

Harry looked like he didn’t entirely believe him but nodded.

“In fact would you mind telling Barry and the others I left? That way I can avoid a guilt trip.”

Cisco grinned as Harry shook his head but agreed. Cisco immediately opened a breach and stepped through it to his apartment before he could change his mind. The breach closed and Cisco stood next to his couch wondering if he was really going to do this. He allowed himself a solid five minutes to freak out and second guess himself before shaking it off and heading to the bathroom. He showered and then spent what some would consider a ridiculous amount of time on his hair. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew how to work his best feature. When he was happy with his work he moved to his closet. He pulled out the black jeans that made his ass look amazing and a shirt he had bought specifically for this occasion. It was dark red, short sleeved and clung to him without making it look like he was trying too hard. He considered his footwear before shrugging and pulling on a pair of converse. He was too nervous to eat properly so he grabbed an apple and made himself some tea. He took his time but eventually knew he had to quit stalling and got ready to leave. He gave himself a once over in the mirror. He met his eyes with determination. He could do this. He nodded and, after checking his phone and grabbing a jacket, breached far enough away from the location that he could do it undetected and still make it in plenty of time.

He started walking and tried not to stare at his surroundings. The auction was being held in not just the nice side of town, but the really nice side of town. Cisco supposed that if you could drop 500K minimum on someone you could probably afford to stay in one of the fancier hotels. Also the closer he got to his destination the more discreet security guards he saw. He finally reached the hotel. He paused and took a deep breath to steady himself, then walked in. Once he was in the, frankly pretentious, lobby he realised he didn’t know where to go. Suddenly his phone chimed that particular way and when he checked it the screen opened to the app and displayed an invitation with instructions to produce it at the desk. Somewhat doubtful, Cisco walked over to the front desk and smiled at the woman behind it.

“Hi.”

She looked at him doubtfully as if assessing if he was in the right place.

“May I help you?”

Unsure what to say Cisco rubbed the back of his neck and just showed her the invitation. Immediately her expression cleared and her eyes widened. She gestured to someone behind him before smiling at him.

“Of course sir. Your gathering will begin soon and you may wait in the Ebony Room with your peers. Michael will show you to your room. And please do not hesitate to call the front desk if you are in need of anything.”

A man so muscular and wide he gave the Grand Canyon a run for its money appeared beside Cisco and gestured for him to follow. Cisco wandered behind him towards the elevator. Someone tried to get on with them, but one look from his guide had them backing up. The doors slid shut and Cisco was curious to see what floor they’d be going to when Michael took out a key card and slid it down a track beside the keypad. The elevator started and Cisco’s eyebrows raised. He watched the floor numbers tick up, getting closer and closer to the penthouse top floor. When it reached it Cisco readied himself to step out but the elevator didn’t stop. It should have stopped at ‘P1’ but it went up one more floor to ‘0’. The doors dinged open and Michael gestured for Cisco to step out. He did and his eyes widened. One wall was glass as far as the eye could see, all he could see were the lights of the city in the night sky, and everything else was black and gold. Was the entire floor dedicated to the company? Was it that big of a deal? How long had this been here?

Cisco had so many questions but he doubted his walking monolith would answer any of them. Cisco just walked behind him as he was led through a series of corridors until he reached a door with ‘Ebony’ written above it. Michael opened the door, and once Cisco had walked through, closed it. Cisco took in the room around him. There was soft, low lighting, much of which was coming from lamps on the scattered tables around the room. It wasn’t a huge room, which surprised Cisco, it was almost intimate. It reminded him of old speakeasies and cabaret clubs. Everything was again black and gold. Cisco noticed this wryly, when you’ve got a theme you’ve got a theme. Someone approached him and offered to take his jacket. He shook out of it and handed it to them with a smile of thanks. There seemed to be seven other people in the room, some sitting together, some apart. With a start he realised he was the only guy. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that and took a seat at an unoccupied table.

He sat, his foot and fingers tapping, until eventually the door on the opposite side of the room opened. A woman in an evening gown made of what looked like liquid gold entered. She smiled at them kindly.

“Good evening. I am the moderator of the auction. Some of you have been here before but I know that we have some new people joining us so I will explain what’s going to happen. When your number is called you will walk through this corridor to the next room. It is a completely black space surrounded by glass. The glass is tempered, the Bidders on the other side can see you but you cannot see them. As you know the opening bid must be at least 500,000 dollars but there is no maximum limit. The company will take thirty percent of the winning bid as you have already agreed to. The Bidders are each designated a number, you will hear their numbers being called when they bid but not the amount. You are given free reign as to what you do in there to entice a bid. You may use your own discretion. You have ten minutes until the first number is called.”

She looked around the room and gave them another smile.

“Good luck.”

It was easy to guess who had been there before. Some women were at one table laughing and talking, completely at ease. The others were like him, quiet, pale, and shaking a little. In what seemed like no time the first number was called. The woman left and Cisco wondered how long it would be until she came back. Ten minutes later the next number was called. Of course Cisco’s initial reaction was to think they had serial killed the first woman and were feasting on her corpse but he forced himself to calm down. For all he knew she was off filling out paperwork for the winning bid.

After what seemed like forever and yet no time at all, his number was called. He took a breath, steeled himself and walked out to the next room. When he entered he saw it was just as it had been described, black ceiling and floor, and black glass all around hiding the Bidders. Cisco immediately felt awkward and didn’t know what to do. The voice of the moderator spoke, reiterating information about him that they had already seen on the app. When she stopped talking he sighed.

“Look I’m going to be honest, I have no idea what to do right now so… y’know…”

He huffed an awkward laugh and ducked his head as he tucked his hair behind his ear.

“3.”

“11.”

“9.”

Cisco’s head shot up in shock.

“1.”

“7.”

“11.”

“5.”

“1.”

His mouth dropped open.

“3.”

“11.”

“1.”

“11.”

“1.”

“3.”

Cisco’s eyes widened as he looked around. What the fuck was happening?! This went on a few more times before:

“12.”

Silence. Cisco frowned and a moment later the moderators voice rang out again.

“Congratulations Bidder 12. Mr. R you may leave.”

Another door he hadn’t noticed opened and he realised he was done. He nearly, but not quite, staggered out the door. He found himself in another hallway with a guard. He gestured Cisco to the next door and Cisco wordlessly went to it. When he opened it he found himself in an office and almost blinked at the contrast. The office was bright and airy with a no nonsense feeling. The woman at the desk gestured for him to sit down without looking up from her screen. He listened to the tapping of the keyboard and took the time to wonder how much he had gone for. Also what the Bidder expected of him. His phone buzzed and he blinked when he saw the notification from his banking app informing him of a deposit.

“I assume that you’ve just received confirmation of the companies deposit?”

Cisco looked up at her and then realised what she’d said.

“Oh, uh, yeah.”

She nodded and picked up her tablet and stylus.

“You’ll need to check that the amount matches up with the amount you’re due, after we deducted the 1.4 million cut we are due, and I’ll need you to sign here.”

Cisco was unlocking his phone and opening his banking app when what she said caught up. He looked up to see her presenting him with the tablet and pen.

“I’m sorry, what?”

She frowned.

“You need to sign off on the transaction to confirm you received the correct amount.”

“No, I mean, you said your cut was 1.4 million.”

“Yes?”

“But, I don’t understand.”

She sighed again and checked her watch and muttered under her breath.

“The winning bid on you was 4 million dollars, we took our agreed on thirty percent which is 1.4 million dollars and leaving you with 2.6 million dollars. Now please confirm the transaction before the next person comes in.”

Cisco looked at his phone and saw that he was indeed 2.6 million dollars better off. He signed the tablet and was sent out another door. He exited into another black and gold room, allowed his jacket to be put back on him, and was guided to the elevator where he was met by Michael. Minutes later he was standing outside the front of the hotel and still felt untethered. He heard a horn beep as a car passed and jerked to awareness. He took off and ran until he was sure he was somewhere he wouldn’t be seen and opened a breach. He collapsed in his apartment and closed the breach. He gave himself a minute before running for his laptop to log onto his bank account. He went through everything and then held his breath as he waited. Finally his balance appeared. He laughed in disbelief. There it was. He could help his parents so much, god they could stop worrying about the hospital, he could find a nice place for his mom to stay. He tipped his head back on the couch and relaxed for the first time in a long time.

Then he remembered that the money came with strings. That he was now owned. At least he’d had the good sense to limit the contract to a year. It was the lowest the contracts could go. Then it finally occurred to him that someone thought that he was worth four million dollars. He snorted. Wait until they got to know him and realised they’d overpaid. It was a sobering thought though. Someone willing to spend that much on him probably expected something fairly specific from him. As if it heard him the app chimed. He took a deep breath and unlocked his phone. The words ‘You Are Connected’ flashed up and Cisco noticed that the chat function of the app had been activated. He supposed that now he and the Bidder could contact each other. He decided to take the initiative.

‘Hi.’

Cisco rolled his eyes at the inanity.

‘I suppose I should say thanks for the bid, so thanks. Kind of wondering what you want from me though?’

He tossed the phone so he wouldn’t obsess and got himself a beer. He was about to take a swig when he caught a look at himself in the reflection of the darkened window. He put down the bottle and went to his room, pulling his clothes off him as he went. He balled them up and shoved them into the corner of his closet where he wouldn’t have to see them for awhile. He pulled on a worn t-shirt and soft joggers and finally felt like he could relax. Cisco went back to the kitchen and grabbed his beer. He plonked himself down on the couch and started scrolling through the TV.
Suddenly his phone chimed and he froze. He’d momentarily forgotten the message. Warily he picked up the phone to see what the Bidder said.

‘I don’t want anything. You were an impulse purchase.’

Cisco felt his hackles raise at being referred to as a purchase but had to remind himself that’s essentially what he was. He frowned.

‘So you’re telling me you dropped 4 mil on an impulse?’

‘As I said.’

‘And how do I know in a months time you won’t decide things should take a sexual turn?’

‘They won’t.’

‘I don’t think I believe you.’

There was no response. Apparently his new owner was already done with him. Part of him was relieved but another part of him was waiting for the other shoe to drop. However, he knew he’d go crazy if he kept thinking like that so he resolved to put it out of his mind.

A month passed and Cisco had mostly managed to not think of his situation. His dad was out of the hospital and he was doing well. Cisco had helped his parents find a nice place that was small but within their budget. They were just so happy that the insurance payout had come through. Whenever they mentioned it Cisco forced himself to smile and change the subject. He’d done what he set out to do and he was content with that. Unfortunately now that things were going well his mother was refocused on her main goal in life: seeing Cisco married. He of course spent his time in the lab complaining about this to Harry. Who mainly ignored him. He was at that moment slowly spinning his chair that he was slumped in and moaning about the newest set up.

“I swear to god they’re all the same! I don’t know where she finds them. None of these women have any interest in anything scientific. And when I mention Star Wars they look at me like I’m insane!”

“Do you mention Star Wars deliberately to provoke that reaction?”

“…maybe?”

Harry snorted but otherwise stayed focused on his work. Cisco tipped his head to watch him. He was frowning at the wires on the table, his sleeves were pushed up and his arms flexed as he unscrewed a cap, his fingers - Cisco swallowed and looked away. What had he been saying? Oh yeah.

“She makes me out to be so holy as well, most of the women are practically expecting a priest.”

That elicited a snort and Cisco grinned.

“Maybe this time I’ll dress as a stripper. Got any tips?”

Cisco could practically hear Harry rolling his eyes.

“Just wear that red short sleeved shirt and some tear away pants, that should do the trick.”

Cisco started laughing when he thought of the look on his mother’s face. He’d never be allowed back at the house. He imagined what it would look like and suddenly his grin began to fade. He sat up slowly.

“What did you say I should wear?”

“What?”

Cisco turned the chair so he was facing the other man. Harry was distracted and didn’t notice.

“I said, what did you say I should wear?”

Harry was still focused on the mass of wires in front of him and gestured vaguely.

“You know that red shirt and tear away pants.”

“The red short sleeved shirt?”

“For gods sake - yes that one. Now can I get on with work?”

Cisco processed this.

“I’ve only worn that shirt once Harry.”

Bang. Swearing and the sound of soldering.

“What was that?”

“I said I’ve only worn that shirt once.”

“Oh? And when was -”

Cisco could see the moment Harry froze in realization. He slowly put down the soldering iron.

“You’re my Bidder.”

It wasn’t a question. He could see Harry briefly close his eyes.

“Cisco -”

Suddenly an alarm started blaring. Barry appeared in the lab completely unaware of the atmosphere and word vomited about an attack. Cisco swallowed a scream and mentally tabled the talk he and Harry needed to have. The talk that Harry seemed to be only too happy to avoid. He tried to give Harry a look but the other man avoided his eyes and hurried after Barry.

The attack ended up being aliens, because of course it did that was just their lives now, and took a long time to put an end to. Long enough that Cisco was considering if he should even bring up the subject again with Harry. He had pretty much decided that avoidance was the answer when he woke up one night sweaty and tangled in his sheets and became determined to make Harry answer why he did it. And how he even knew.

He left STAR Labs one night shortly after the alien attack was solved and told everyone he was going home. He then waited nearby until he knew everyone had left. Everyone but Harry that is. Cisco entered the building and headed straight for the labs where he found Harry pouring over designs.

“We need to talk.”

Harry slowly sat up straight and turned the chair to face Cisco.

“I thought you were gone home?”

“And I thought you weren’t the kind of guy to buy a person so I guess we were both wrong.”

Harry flinched and Cisco felt a little bad but he was just mostly pissed off.

“It’s not like that. I don’t, I don’t buy people.”

“Do you, or do you not currently have a contract that says you own me for a year?”

“You make it sound like I do this all the time.”

“Do you?”

“No!”

Harry stood up from the chair angrily. Cisco was unimpressed.

“Then how did you even know about the company?”

Harry sighed in aggravation and raked a hand through his hair.

“When we came up with my cover story so I could actually go out in public here I started to move in the circles I was used to back home. Other genius millionaires and such. Anyway, one night a woman approaches me about an exclusive club and offers me an invitation. I was curious enough to go. Once I realised what it was I deleted the app and never went back. I had honestly forgotten all about it until I heard the notification coming from your phone.”

Cisco’s eyes widened when he thought back to the day of the auction and the look of concern in Harry’s eyes when he’d asked him if he was okay.

“I knew you wouldn’t have the app as a Bidder so I knew what you were planning to do.”

Cisco closed his eyes in mortification.

“I didn’t know what to do, I half convinced myself I was imagining things, but to be safe I downloaded the app and signed in. Bidders can just pick back up whenever they want so it only took a few moments to get an invitation to the auction. I told myself I was being stupid but then there you were.”

Cisco swallowed hard and forced himself not to run out of the room. He was the one that had forced this conversation, he had to see it through. He forced himself to ask.

“Why did you bid so much?”

“What?”

“Why did you make such an over the top bid?”

Harry’s expression was unreadable.

“The bidding reached three million before it started to level out. I was half convinced someone would outbid me at four. I was prepared to go higher.”

Cisco looked at him in confusion.

“What?”

Understanding flooded Harry’s face.

“You don’t realise do you?”

Cisco glared.

“What don’t I realise?”

“How you looked up there, what you made people think about.”

Cisco thought he saw heat flood Harry’s eyes but he blinked and it was gone. The older man shook his head.

“I just… I just wanted to do what I could to protect you. I don’t know why you needed money that badly but, I just, yeah.”

Harry crossed his arms and scowled into the distance. Cisco was unperturbed, he knew this was how Harry dealt with feelings. He sighed and decided to be honest with Harry, he told him why he needed the money. Harry glared when he was finished.

“Why wouldn’t you just tell me that? I would have given you the money you needed!”

“I wanted to do it myself, I didn’t want a handout!”

“So your genius idea was to auction your body off to the highest bidder? How is that a better solution?”

“Because I had fully planned on working for that money!”

“Well you won’t be now.”

“Says who?”

Harry seemed confused.

“Says me?”

Cisco glared at him.

“No.”

“No?”

“Our contract states that sexual shit is on the table for the years duration.”

Harry looked at him in disbelief.

“And you think because it’s in the contract I’m going to force you into it? I honestly don’t believe you can think that low of me.”

Cisco rolled his eyes.

“Of course I don’t think you’d force anything, asshole, I’m saying you wouldn’t be forcing me.”

Harry looked confused. Cisco fought a flush and thought, what the hell he’d already seen him at his lowest.

“I’m saying that if anything sex-wise happened between us I would be a willing participant.”

Harry narrowed his eyes.

“You don’t actually mean that.”

Was it possible to die of humiliation? Cisco closed his eyes and took a breath. When he opened them he caught Harry looking at him in a way he couldn’t decipher. The look disappeared. But Cisco was starting to think that this wasn’t Harry turning him down because he wasn’t interested. He thought back to that brief look of heat and decided to test him.

“What did you mean?”

Confusion.

“What did I mean?”

“When you said I didn’t know what I looked like, that I didn’t know what I made people think about.”

His eyes slid away from Cisco.

“I don’t remember.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He took a step forward as Harry turned to glare at him.

“What did people think?”

Another step.

“Cisco.”

A warning tone. Cisco felt a shiver creep up his spine as he took another step.

“What did people think when they looked at me?”

He was in front of Harry now and that look was back in his eyes. There was a pause before he spoke.

“How you would look when they ruined you.”

Cisco looked up at Harry, unsure what expression was on his face. Whatever it was had Harry reach out and grasp Cisco’s chin. He slowly rubbed his thumb against Cisco’s bottom lip. Cisco could feel his heart racing.

“And what did you think when you looked at me?”

Their eyes met and Cisco slowly licked Harry’s thumb. Cisco knew he wasn’t imagining the heat now.

“I thought you looked innocent, shy. And I knew that was bull. I knew you could be a brat and that I’d-”

He paused and dragged his thumb across Cisco’s lip, wet now from Cisco’s tongue.

“You’d what?”

A moment of hesitation.

“I’d put you over my lap and punish you.”

The desperate sound Cisco let out removed any of the hesitation that had been left on Harry’s face. He slid his thumb into Cisco’s mouth and Cisco sucked on it. It was soon removed and Cisco looked at Harry in confusion as he began to back away. Cisco frowned and made to follow him but stopped when the other man told him to. Harry sat back in his seat and gestured for Cisco to come to him. Cisco had only taken one step when Harry spoke.

“No.”

Cisco was genuinely confused.

“Crawl.”

Cisco raised his eyebrows in disbelief. Harry merely quirked an eyebrow of his own. Cisco glared but got down on his hands and knees. He started to crawl but refused to look at Harry.

“Good boy.”

His body jerked and his eyes jumped to Harry. Harry clearly noted the reaction if the smug smile on his face was anything to go by. Cisco cursed himself out for his obvious reaction and continued to crawl. He could feel tension making its way up his spine as he got closer, but it felt good. When he finally reached Harry he met his eyes.

“You can get off your hands now.”

Two could play at this game. Cisco got up on his knees, slid his hands up Harry’s thighs and met his eyes with a cheeky smile.

“Thank you daddy.”

He could feel jerk in his body and see the heat in his eyes. Cisco grinned as Harry caught his chin again.

“Brat.”

“I thought you were going to put me over your lap and punish me?”

Harry hmm-ed and his eyes caught on Cisco’s mouth. Considering his position and the very impressive outline in front of him Cisco had a pretty good idea what Harry was considering. He swallowed hard as his mouth went dry. Fuck he wanted it. He’d made himself come just from the thought of it before, what would it be like to actually do it? Unfortunately Harry seemed to pass on the idea.

“Stand up, pull down your jeans and lay across my lap.”

It took Cisco a moment to reorient.

“What?”

“Stand up, pull down your jeans and lay across my lap.”

Cisco did as directed.

“Underwear as well.”

Cisco paused. He was very aware of the fact that he was about to show himself to Harry and was suddenly hit with a way of self consciousness. He had apparently paused too long.

“Are you disobeying me?”

Cisco swallowed and did as he was told. However he couldn’t help himself, and once he was lying across Harry’s legs he looked up at him and grinned.

“Sorry daddy.”

Smack. Cisco jerked in surprise as Harry’s hand made contact with his ass. The hand was now smoothing over the sting.

“I don’t think you’re sorry at all.”

Cisco feigned innocence.

“I am.”

Smack. It wasn’t any less surprising the second time.

“Hmm. I think ten more should be punishment enough. Do you agree?”

Cisco nodded.

“I need you to say it.”

“Yes.”

“And if it’s too much and you want to stop say ‘red’ alright?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to do this ten times and you’ll count after each one.”

“I’m hearing a lot of talking and not a lot -”

Smack.

“Count.”

“One.”

Smack.

“Two.”

Smack.

“Fuck! Three.”

It went on like that with Cisco getting more and more desperate. By the time he counted seven he was trying to writhe on Harry’s lap. Trying, because as soon as he’d started to move Harry had pressed an arm against him holding him in place. He needed Harry to touch him, fuck him, something, anything! By the time he counted ten he was practically sobbing. Harry stroked his throbbing ass, soothing the sting.

“Now doesn’t that feel better?”

“Harry please.”

The words were choked out, clogged with need.

“Stand up.”

Cisco did as he was told, his legs shaky.

“Lean forward and brace your hands on the table top.”

Cisco took a second to move the machine parts and wires to one side so he had space then placed his palms flat. He heard Harry move away from him and felt brief panic.

“Harry?”

“I’m still here.”

A moment later he could feel Harry’s presence at his back. He’d always loved the way the man towered over him. A hand pressed flat against his lower back.

“Spread your legs.”

Cisco spread them as much as he could with his jeans still in the way. The hand slid down and smoothed against his ass cheek. It disappeared and Cisco heard something being uncapped. Then he felt a fingertip press against his asshole. He took a shaky breath as Harry’s finger circled his rim. He didn’t go any further until Cisco finally begged.

“Please daddy.”

Slowly the finger entered him. This wasn’t exactly a new experience so it didn’t take his body long to adjust. Soon another finger was added and Cisco bit back a moan. Just knowing it was Harry’s fingers was enough to have his fingernails clawing at the desk under him. By the time three fingers were twisting cries from him Harry started to talk.

“When is the last time someone had you like this?”

Cisco tried to focus.

“What?”

“I asked when was the last time you were fucked?”

Fuck.

“Never.”

“What?”

“I’ve nev-ahh, never been with a guy, fuck Harry!”

He was pretty sure he could hear Harry swearing under his breath.

“And have you ever done this yourself?”

Cisco pretended not to understand, embarrassed.

“I don’t know-”

Harry crooked his fingers and Cisco cried out.

“I asked you a question.”

“Fuck-yes I have, I have!”

The fingers stilled and slowly slid out of him.

“Good boy.”

Cisco felt desperate and empty and confused. Then he felt the head of Harry’s cock at his entrance. He felt a moment of trepidation, he’d never done anything like this before, had never gone further than his fingers. Harry paused and one of his hands came around and began stroking Cisco. Fuck. He took a shaky breath and looked down at the sight of Harry’s hand wrapped around his dick. He honest to god whined and Harry started to slip inside him. Harry rocked his hips little by little, stroking Cisco in time, until he was fully seated inside him.

Cisco had never felt so stretched or so full. Harry was obviously giving him time to adjust. Then he dropped his head to Cisco’s shoulder. He began pressing gentle kisses to his neck, subtly increasing pressure until he was sucking bruises onto Cisco’s neck leaving Cisco panting. He slid nearly completely out of him and as he was sliding back in he whispered in Cisco’s ear.

“Do you like taking all of daddy’s cock?”

He jerked the rest of the way in and Cisco let out a filthy moan. Harry. Fuck this was Harry, Harry was saying this, Harry was fucking him. And he was. It had started out gentle but now he was being well and truly fucked. The thought drew more moans from him. Harry’s mouth was back at his neck.

“What did you think of?”

Cisco tried to get his brain to work.

“What?”

“When you fucked yourself, what did you think of?”

No way in hell was he answering that.

“N-nothing.”

Smack. Cisco cried out.

“Don’t lie. What did you think of?”

“I don’t remember.”

Smack. Cisco was almost pressing his forehead to the table top. It was too much.

“Cisco.”

Fuck it.

“You, fuck, I pretended it was you.”

There was a stream of cursing and suddenly two hands on his hips gripping so tightly he knew they’d leave bruises. The thought turned him on even more. He could look at them and remember this, being so thoroughly fucked by Harry. The pace was brutal and fuck Cisco loved it. Then one hand left his hip wrapped around his chest and pulled him up straight. His back was pressed to Harry’s chest and the hand grasped his chin and turned his head to the side and suddenly there was a mouth against his.

Harry was kissing him. No that wasn’t the word for what Harry was doing. No, Harry was possessing him. Cisco moaned and welcomed Harry into his mouth. He stroked Harry’s tongue with his own, sucked on it, and dragged a moan from him. Harry pulled his mouth away and Cisco let out a whine.

“The next time I’m going to have you on your knees sucking my cock, then I’ll have you on my lap riding me. You’ll make yourself come just from fucking yourself on my cock. Would you like that?”

He sounded ragged and Cisco dragged enough sense together to speak.

“Yes daddy.”

“Fuck Cisco.”

He was pushed down so he was pressed against the desk. Harry was fucking him with his cock and his hand. It was all too much and then Harry spoke.

“Come like my good boy Cisco.”

Cisco cried and shook from the force of his orgasm. He vaguely heard Harry curse soon after and felt him swell inside him. He lay on the desk panting and trying to string cohesive thoughts together. Harry pulled out of him slowly. Then he felt him gently pick him up and place him in his lap where he was sitting back in his chair. Harry kept one hand around him while the other carded through his hair. Cisco stayed quiet as he thought through what had just happened and while he came back to himself. When he had given it full consideration he raised his eyes to Harry’s. Harry smiled softly at him but Cisco could see the worry there.

“Please tell me this doesn’t have to stop happening when the year’s up?”

Harry raised an eyebrow.

“You want to keep doing this?”

Cisco looked at him in disbelief.

“Dude I’ve been getting off to imagining shit like this for years, of course I want to keep doing it.”

Harry huffed a laugh.

“I meant you still wanted to be doing this in a years time but good to know.”

Cisco flushed. Which was ridiculous when he considered what they’d just done. He tried to ignore the embarrassment.

“Obviously I’ll still want you in a year. Asshole.”

Harry grinned and Cisco grinned back. Then he thought of something.

“Although more of the making out would be good.”

“Happy to oblige.”

With that Harry dipped his head and met Cisco’s mouth with his own. He pressed his tongue against the seam of Cisco’s lips, and with a sigh, Cisco parted his lips and welcomed Harry. They kissed slowly, as if they were lifetime lovers.

And one day they would be.