Time to Clean

"Hmm... and now, I clean." - Riley was a small boy. Well, not so much a boy anymore. He looked very young for his age; being 19 and looking to be about the size of a boy not a day older than 14. He had a face for it, too; and that was something that Harley wouldn't have traded anything for.

Harley, on the other hand, was aging well. 21 and quite hip, landing his handsome self a job as a security guard for some swank office building downtown. He had his own gun and everything. Which... if, you knew Harley, probably wasn't the best idea.

He glanced up from the aforementioned gun he'd been toying with, eyeing the other boy. The two, as guessed, were a couple; sharing an apartment not far from the city line. Small but cozy, it was a bit tedious to keep in order. That's where Riley usually came in.

"Wear a short skirt." More of a suggestion than it was a command, but with that tone it was hard to distinguish between the two of them. Riley was visibly troubled by the proposition.

"I..." His voice matched his looks. Soft, smooth, and never out of place. But the youngin was never quite prepared for Harley and his... suggestions. Rather than disagree, he thought to compromise. "...have... a little maid hat..."

To this, Harley smiled, and kept toying. "Yes." A thoughtful pause in his words. "Wear it as pants." Next to nothing was considered 'over the top' by the older male's standards... nothing short of de-limbing someone or - inflation, disgusting - was considered taboo to him. Riley knew it; but he was always reluctant to accept.

Better to do so than to face problems later.

"I-if... you say so..." And he began to strip. Harley's dark eyes looked up from his lap.

"I'm sayin' it."

The boy stopped mid-thigh, looking over at Harley - who was just about finished with his gun. "...b-but... I can't..." Oh, those crestfallen noises.~ "Please.. don't m-make me..."

Dark eyes narrowed for a moment before returning to the gun in his lap. He picked it up, holding it casually, watching Riley again. "Put. It. On." A very, very soft click was heard, along with the slight movement of Harley turning off the gun's safety. Riley's eyes went wide, and the man could almost hear the tears welling behind them.

"F-fine..." he ceded. "I w... I will." Harley could see the blush growing on the boy's cheeks as he slid his pants the rest of the way off, including the panties he so insisted on wearing today. An unexpected, but pleasant surprise. Finishing the task as he tied the ribbons of the maid hat behind him, he turned to Harley; the glimmer of tears just barely at the edges of his eyelids. The man smiled.

"Good." His tone was soft again, as if soothing a troubled infant. "Now sit on my knee." Because that is conducive to cleaning. Of course it was! The younger one looked away for a moment, then back. After a troubled sigh, a 'yes, sir' followed shortly thereafter. Harley lifted his knee a little in invitation. It took the boy a moment, but he eventually made his way over, straddling the knee and shifting in discomfort every few moments before finally falling still.

Uncommon knowledge of the couple was that they were a bit.. well, different from other couples. While Harley had never raised a hand to Riley in violence, the two had experienced a fair share of... interesting scenes between them. And, more noticeably, that Harley was obviously the dominant one. As was being played out now, it would seem.

"Mmn..." Harley closed his eyes for a moment, tipping his head back as the warmth from Riley's thighs enveloped his knee, and part of his leg. After the much enjoyed instant to himself, free hand reached to brush a few strands of hair from the boy's face, then draw fingertips through it past his ear in a luxuriant manner. As expected, Riley tipped his head into it. "Now..." Harley began again, bringing his gun-occupied hand to sight between them. "Clean my gun." A pause. "With your mouth." A soft gasp and a 's-sir!' later, Harley had that familiar, unfriendly glare trained on the boy again. Gun was lifted in a less-than-generous gesture, almost pressed into the boy's chest, aimed upwards. Finger curled around the trigger in silent warning.

"Do it."

Whimpering very softly, Riley's shaking hands took hold of the weapon as Harley still held to it. Quivering mouth opened, tongue then proceeding to drag along the barrel slowly. Eyes were back on Harley after he did it once more. "Is.... is th-this okay...?"

The man took a quiet breath. "That's very good, baby." He wet his lips. "Keep going."

Nodding, Riley continued, closing his eyes a bit to relieve some of the sudden stress the situation had put on him. A frightened breath fluttered out of him, a quiet 'nnh... heard. He cringed, opening his eyes. "It tastes funny..." he whispered. "I'll bet it does." Harley's free hand was now inching up his leg, towards the maid hat. The action was smooth though; very fluid, very non-chalont as his hand opened and spread carefully over the boy's thigh... While the other hand moved the gun a bit, again. "Lick the tip, baby." Fingers rubbed a bit at the exposed skin. "I won't shoot."

Harley could feel the shiver chase down Riley's spine, the way they were situated and with his hand so close to his core. The nervous swallow, and frightened eyes that preluded the 'pr... promise?' that the boy offered brought a pleased smirk to the man's face. "When have I ever lied to you?"

Honestly, never. Riley knew this, and wasn't about to challenge. Another defeated nod and he took the gun in both hands, drawing his tongue steadily over the tip. Shaky breath came once again over the end of the gun, entirely against his will. "Nn..h-ha..."

Again, Harley tipped his head back, issuing a quiet "Mmmmhm..." of his own to the boy, hand gripping a little at his leg in a possessive manner. He felt Riley squirm again, but was more than pleased to see him still being adamant. Presently, he was licking down the barrel again, eyes closed. 'ahn...'

When Riley's mouth was nearing the tip of the gun again, Harley leaned himself forwards, and simultaneously pulled the gun... closer...

With nowhere else to go, the action had brought them together. Gun now aimed at their chins and lowering, Harley kissed him, tasting much of the metal on the boy's tongue. It didn't matter. Gun was abandoned on the arm of the chair, now-empty hand rising to cup the back of Riley's neck before fingertips delved into hair. At the boy's surprised but obviously pleased 'mmm', another squeeze to the thigh was given, the kiss ending with a punctual peck to the youngin's now plush lips.

"Now." Their foreheads rested on one another, Harley staring into the boy's slightly red - mostly from fear - eyes. He nodded off towards a corner. "Go pick up your panties on the floor over there."

Pulling back, Riley wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand, nodding yet again. "Y... yes sir." He stood then, shuffling towards where his abandoned trousers were.

Harley smiled again. "I love you, baby."