[ That shiver and small sound might be subtle clues as to Harry's enjoyment, but they are plenty gratifying. Cisco is decidedly less subtle; he hums low in his throat the moment Harry's hand is back in his hair, closes his eyes and just enjoys the sensation. ]
That's really nice.
[ Cisco mouths the words against the tendon of Harry's throat, keeps up the restless kisses, taking note of just which places elicit shivers and little caught breaths, diligent and interested. The kiss to the top of his head catches Cisco off-guard. It's such a surprisingly sweet gesture for Harry that he stills for just a moment hand curling lightly against Harry's shoulder. He draws in a breath like he's going to say something, but then thinks better of it, resumes kissing, makes his way over to the other side of Harry's neck, a little more insistent now, a little more lost in it.
As stridently as Cisco insisted that Harry had nothing to worry about, that it wasn't old memories of another man driving Cisco into his arms, he can't help noticing that, for all the things that are different, Harry's breaths sounds the same, Harry smells the same. And there are a lot of sense memories still there, waiting in the back of Cisco's mind. There are associations there with those sounds and smells which make Cisco's breath quick and his heart race.
So he stops, abruptly, and presses his forehead against the curve of Harry's neck, hiding his face. What he has to say is more than a little mortifying, and he doesn't want to be looking if Harry laughs at him. ]
This is awesome but uh. Maybe we should hit pause. For tonight. Or else I'm, um. I'm gonna get too...
[ Cisco lets out a breath that's gone shaky, shrugs. Hopefully, Harry will take it as a compliment, and not judge him for being too excitable. It's not his fault, really. He's young, has a high libido by nature, and it's been a while. But Harry wants to take it slow and Cisco knows that that's probably best. So he's putting on the brakes now, before things come close to getting out of hand. ]
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That's really nice.
[ Cisco mouths the words against the tendon of Harry's throat, keeps up the restless kisses, taking note of just which places elicit shivers and little caught breaths, diligent and interested. The kiss to the top of his head catches Cisco off-guard. It's such a surprisingly sweet gesture for Harry that he stills for just a moment hand curling lightly against Harry's shoulder. He draws in a breath like he's going to say something, but then thinks better of it, resumes kissing, makes his way over to the other side of Harry's neck, a little more insistent now, a little more lost in it.
As stridently as Cisco insisted that Harry had nothing to worry about, that it wasn't old memories of another man driving Cisco into his arms, he can't help noticing that, for all the things that are different, Harry's breaths sounds the same, Harry smells the same. And there are a lot of sense memories still there, waiting in the back of Cisco's mind. There are associations there with those sounds and smells which make Cisco's breath quick and his heart race.
So he stops, abruptly, and presses his forehead against the curve of Harry's neck, hiding his face. What he has to say is more than a little mortifying, and he doesn't want to be looking if Harry laughs at him. ]
This is awesome but uh. Maybe we should hit pause. For tonight. Or else I'm, um. I'm gonna get too...
[ Cisco lets out a breath that's gone shaky, shrugs. Hopefully, Harry will take it as a compliment, and not judge him for being too excitable. It's not his fault, really. He's young, has a high libido by nature, and it's been a while. But Harry wants to take it slow and Cisco knows that that's probably best. So he's putting on the brakes now, before things come close to getting out of hand. ]