[ When Cisco pulls him in closer, when he leans in, Harrison draws a hand up and around, resting it at the base of his head and threading his fingers in Cisco's hair. He's kissing him back slowly, deeply, taking his time with it. Right now, they have all the time in the world. They may have made progress on their work for today but no one else knows that, not yet. There's no risk of being interrupted for a good long while and Harrison seems more than well aware of that, lacking any of the self-consciousness that seemed to linger the first time they kissed in here weeks ago.
So maybe he was just teasing a bit earlier, when he'd sworn off messing around with him in the workshop in passing. It wouldn't be the first time he'd done it and certainly not the last either. But there had been a practical side to it as well; namely, the fact that the rolling chairs and the various knick-knacks throughout the workshop didn't make for the . . . safest environment, something that quietly nestles in the back of his head amidst the distractions that are the feel of Cisco's hair between his fingers, his proximity as he moves in closer, his lips—
In one fluid movement, Harrison shifts his foot under one of the bars on Cisco's chair as he rests his free hand on the other chair's arm rest, and then pushes them both back until his chair is stopped by his desk — his mostly empty desk, save for some non-essential paperwork. He keeps his foot in place so that no uninvited chair shenanigans will occur and, with that gnawing concern now satisfied, shifts his full attention back to Cisco. ]
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So maybe he was just teasing a bit earlier, when he'd sworn off messing around with him in the workshop in passing. It wouldn't be the first time he'd done it and certainly not the last either. But there had been a practical side to it as well; namely, the fact that the rolling chairs and the various knick-knacks throughout the workshop didn't make for the . . . safest environment, something that quietly nestles in the back of his head amidst the distractions that are the feel of Cisco's hair between his fingers, his proximity as he moves in closer, his lips—
In one fluid movement, Harrison shifts his foot under one of the bars on Cisco's chair as he rests his free hand on the other chair's arm rest, and then pushes them both back until his chair is stopped by his desk — his mostly empty desk, save for some non-essential paperwork. He keeps his foot in place so that no uninvited chair shenanigans will occur and, with that gnawing concern now satisfied, shifts his full attention back to Cisco. ]