Mm, well, you know me. [ Cisco intersperses the words with kisses. ] When I like something I can get very... very enthusiastic.

[ Cisco wags his eyebrows, just enough to make it clear he's talking far more about appreciating the man inside the suit than the suit itself. Harry already knows by now how ardent Cisco can be. With Eobard, Cisco had been more nervous, more unsure, had tried to downplay his reactions, to attenuate the intensity of what he thought and felt. He's done doing that. If Harry finds him too intense at times, that's on Harry, not on Cisco.

But all the same, he can take the hint from Harry's hand. He stops undoing buttons and instead spreads his palm flat against Harry's sternum, fingers splayed. It's a good anchor for him as he tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss, knocking Harry's glasses ever so slightly askew. Cisco pulls away only only enough to pluck them off Harry's face and set them on the desk before he is kissing him again, drawing Harry's lower lip between his teeth playfully. ]

I guess you do have a sense of style after all...