[ It seems like a recipe for disaster when Harry sets both their chairs to rolling, but Cisco just lets his head fall back as he laughs. But that laugh quickly gets cut off when the two of them are still once more. Cisco sees the way Harry's anchored them together with his foot, likes knowing that he's not planning on going anywhere soon.
Which leaves Cisco free to be even bolder. He lets his hand come up to Harry's shoulder, running over it before trailing down his arm, fingertips dipping inside the cuff of the sleeve to brush the inside of Harry's wrist. Then he moves his hand back to Harry's chest, to the topmost button that is actually fastened. Or, that was fastened. Cisco unhooks the button with an easy little press of his fingers and then says, with an obviously false sincerity. ]
Just admiring the quality. The amount of time I spent sewing these days, I'm starting to get a real appreciation for a good... stitch.
[ He's not really sure what he wants that to be innuendo for, but with the way he says it, it's pretty clear he's not just talking about clothing. Cisco brings his mouth to Harry's once more, kissing him in that half-playful, half-urgent way of his. ]
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Which leaves Cisco free to be even bolder. He lets his hand come up to Harry's shoulder, running over it before trailing down his arm, fingertips dipping inside the cuff of the sleeve to brush the inside of Harry's wrist. Then he moves his hand back to Harry's chest, to the topmost button that is actually fastened. Or, that was fastened. Cisco unhooks the button with an easy little press of his fingers and then says, with an obviously false sincerity. ]
Just admiring the quality. The amount of time I spent sewing these days, I'm starting to get a real appreciation for a good... stitch.
[ He's not really sure what he wants that to be innuendo for, but with the way he says it, it's pretty clear he's not just talking about clothing. Cisco brings his mouth to Harry's once more, kissing him in that half-playful, half-urgent way of his. ]