[ He says it with all the feigned innocence and serenity he can muster, as if he doesn't even know what Harry is talking about. Cisco doesn't stop smirking even as he leans in for another kiss, but the angle is still not ideal. After a moment's indecision, Cisco decides that one of them has to be bold, and that's probably not going to be Harry. Not tonight, anyway.
So he stands up, only to sit back down again, sideways on top of Harry's lap, curling against him. He slides his hands to rest just where Harry's neck meets his shoulders. When Cisco kisses him, though, he keeps it simple, tentative. Tries not to worry about being too heavy, about being too forward.
But of all the things he could be not-worrying about right now, those are vastly preferable to some other options. ]
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[ He says it with all the feigned innocence and serenity he can muster, as if he doesn't even know what Harry is talking about. Cisco doesn't stop smirking even as he leans in for another kiss, but the angle is still not ideal. After a moment's indecision, Cisco decides that one of them has to be bold, and that's probably not going to be Harry. Not tonight, anyway.
So he stands up, only to sit back down again, sideways on top of Harry's lap, curling against him. He slides his hands to rest just where Harry's neck meets his shoulders. When Cisco kisses him, though, he keeps it simple, tentative. Tries not to worry about being too heavy, about being too forward.
But of all the things he could be not-worrying about right now, those are vastly preferable to some other options. ]