[ Sarcasm is a whole lot better than sadness, at the very least. Cisco isn't worried to give as good as he gets. He knows it was a pretty cheesy line, and some of that had been deliberate. And it had worked, hadn't it? ]
"Why Cisco, that's really flattering, thank you for being honest, it means a lot to me." [ Cisco says the words in a way that is clearly meant to mimic Harry's terse speaking patterns, even takes a hand off Harry's face in order to pretend to push up invisible glasses, in just the same way Harry always adjusts his. Then, switching to his normal voice, filling in both sides of this fake conversation, Cisco goes on: ] Oh, it's nothing, Harry, my pleasure.
[ He finishes it off with a dramatic eye roll, a gesture of disdain that is somewhat undercut by the fact that he dips his head forward and kisses Harry's jaw, works his way along it and then down to Harry's neck. Because Harry might not be the sort to easily accept compliments and corny lines, might not offer his own story of when he first felt attracted to Cisco, but that doesn't mean anything, if he lets Cisco do this. No, not just lets him do it - wants him to.
Cisco keeps his kisses light - much as he would love to give Harry a giant hickey out of spite (and because, well, he'd look rather good with one), he knows it's not a good idea. He's pretty certain Harry isn't going to want to tell anyone about this - maybe not ever, but certainly not in the next few days. So he just moves his mouth against Harry's skin lightly, not pushing him, just looking for any spots that might make him shiver. That would be plenty. ]
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"Why Cisco, that's really flattering, thank you for being honest, it means a lot to me." [ Cisco says the words in a way that is clearly meant to mimic Harry's terse speaking patterns, even takes a hand off Harry's face in order to pretend to push up invisible glasses, in just the same way Harry always adjusts his. Then, switching to his normal voice, filling in both sides of this fake conversation, Cisco goes on: ] Oh, it's nothing, Harry, my pleasure.
[ He finishes it off with a dramatic eye roll, a gesture of disdain that is somewhat undercut by the fact that he dips his head forward and kisses Harry's jaw, works his way along it and then down to Harry's neck. Because Harry might not be the sort to easily accept compliments and corny lines, might not offer his own story of when he first felt attracted to Cisco, but that doesn't mean anything, if he lets Cisco do this. No, not just lets him do it - wants him to.
Cisco keeps his kisses light - much as he would love to give Harry a giant hickey out of spite (and because, well, he'd look rather good with one), he knows it's not a good idea. He's pretty certain Harry isn't going to want to tell anyone about this - maybe not ever, but certainly not in the next few days. So he just moves his mouth against Harry's skin lightly, not pushing him, just looking for any spots that might make him shiver. That would be plenty. ]