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. ]
[ When Cisco wags his eyebrows at him, Harrison responds with an exaggerated eye roll and pulls him in closer, rolling chairs be damned. ]
Enthusiastic.
[ He lets out a huff at that, sliding one hand up his back, steadying him when he shifts to pull off his glasses. Even when locked into place like this, their positioning is still precarious. But Harrison can't bring himself to care too much about that right now. His lip curls and he sucks in a bit of air, both surprised and pleased at that, hand shifting down towards his lower back, fingers playing at the hem of his shirt as he murmurs, breath hot against his lips. ]
[ Cisco wants to sass him back for that comment, opens his mouth to do so, but any harsh words he might have uttered would be seriously undercut by the fact that he sees that smirk and the way it changes Harry's face and shivers. He doesn't know how Harry does it: how he can be so annoying and so fucking sexy at the very same time. Regardless of how he accomplishes it, it's clear from the flush on Cisco's cheeks and the way he leans into the the touch at his back that some part of him really enjoys that arrogance.
And this is something that he knows by now amuses Harry - that the one foolproof way to get Cisco to stop arguing back is to kiss him. It's a little embarrassing, how quickly he becomes putty in Harry's hands. Cisco trails kisses from Harry's mouth to his jaw to his neck before he mutters: ]
God you drive me crazy sometimes.
[ It's not entirely clear whether he means Harry drives him crazy with irritation because of his demeanor, or whether he means Harry drives him crazy by being too attractive in his presence. The truth is somewhere between the two, anyway. ]
[ He feels how Cisco reacts to his touch, which only makes the ridiculously smug smirk on his face grow. Slowly, he draws his hand across skin until it comes to rest on his lower back, fingers starting to curl around his side and holding him there firmly without putting too much pressure there. With a huffy laugh, he leans in to Cisco's kissing, managing to look even more smug when he mutters his response. ]
I know.
[ How could he not know at this point is the real question. He'd seen it before; he'd tried avoiding anything happening between them for weeks, maybe months before that ill-fated night in this very workshop. Now it all seems so— pointless. To hell with it, why didn't he do this sooner? Besides the fact that some part of him was still punishing himself for Jesse, for Garrick, for everything that had happened on his Earth, of course.
And that thought causes him to sober briefly, like a bucket of cold water tossed over his head. He keeps one hand where it is on his back, turning his gaze down towards Cisco as the smirk, the one that had been infuriating only seconds ago, slips off his face. It's a brief moment, lasting for only seconds at most, before he lets out another huff and presses onward, dipping his head to kiss him again, almost desperately this time. ]
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[ 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...
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Enthusiastic.
[ He lets out a huff at that, sliding one hand up his back, steadying him when he shifts to pull off his glasses. Even when locked into place like this, their positioning is still precarious. But Harrison can't bring himself to care too much about that right now. His lip curls and he sucks in a bit of air, both surprised and pleased at that, hand shifting down towards his lower back, fingers playing at the hem of his shirt as he murmurs, breath hot against his lips. ]
Better than you.
[ A smirk plays at his face at that. ]
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And this is something that he knows by now amuses Harry - that the one foolproof way to get Cisco to stop arguing back is to kiss him. It's a little embarrassing, how quickly he becomes putty in Harry's hands. Cisco trails kisses from Harry's mouth to his jaw to his neck before he mutters: ]
God you drive me crazy sometimes.
[ It's not entirely clear whether he means Harry drives him crazy with irritation because of his demeanor, or whether he means Harry drives him crazy by being too attractive in his presence. The truth is somewhere between the two, anyway. ]
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I know.
[ How could he not know at this point is the real question. He'd seen it before; he'd tried avoiding anything happening between them for weeks, maybe months before that ill-fated night in this very workshop. Now it all seems so— pointless. To hell with it, why didn't he do this sooner? Besides the fact that some part of him was still punishing himself for Jesse, for Garrick, for everything that had happened on his Earth, of course.
And that thought causes him to sober briefly, like a bucket of cold water tossed over his head. He keeps one hand where it is on his back, turning his gaze down towards Cisco as the smirk, the one that had been infuriating only seconds ago, slips off his face. It's a brief moment, lasting for only seconds at most, before he lets out another huff and presses onward, dipping his head to kiss him again, almost desperately this time. ]