[ He's already setting the laptop to the side — on the table, out of the way — when Cisco starts to tug him in. And for once, though really, for the first time in a long, long time, his mind isn't racing a mile a minute, with intrusive thoughts of evil speedsters and the damage he's done leaking through. Harrison leans in to meet him, and there's a certain rough quality to it — a sort of tiredness mixed in with need, with want.
Harrison seems content to just stay there, taking it all carefully, quietly. After a moment or two, he draws out a long kiss, then dips his head, reaching up to remove his glasses and then set them to the side, with the laptop, before moving back in. As he does so, he gently pushes Cisco back down against the couch cushions, taking his time. Before, he'd either been in a rush or pressed up against one deadline or another as they snuck about in the labs or wherever they'd settled in on that particular day. But now— they had time. More than enough of it, more than he knew what to do with, anyway. They'd figure it out. For now, they could be slow and tender and maybe a bit clumsy and awkward as well. He doesn't really care right now. ]
[ Cisco's powers might not allow him to read other people's minds, but right now, he wouldn't need to even if he could. Whether or not they like to admit it, he and Harry are very similar in a lot of ways. It's easy enough to guess what it is that's making Harry's kiss a little different from any that have come before. They hadn't had time for his, before. Harry had already thinking about his departure when they beat Zoom, and that had gotten in the way of any celebration.
Cisco's not the same as he had been a day ago - ecstatic, bouncy, joy pouring out of him with the force of a volcanic eruption. Yet the joy is still there, muted but deep. He lets Harry push him back, move him wherever he wants him, with a smile curling the corner of his mouth. It's wonderful to be kissed like this - to be the focus of Harry's singular and unhurried attention. ]
Hey, Harry.
[ Cisco doesn't even bother pulling away to speak; he mouths against Harry's lips between kisses. The words are breathless and soft: ]
We won.
[ It bears saying, after all. It bears saying a hundred times at least. ]
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Harrison seems content to just stay there, taking it all carefully, quietly. After a moment or two, he draws out a long kiss, then dips his head, reaching up to remove his glasses and then set them to the side, with the laptop, before moving back in. As he does so, he gently pushes Cisco back down against the couch cushions, taking his time. Before, he'd either been in a rush or pressed up against one deadline or another as they snuck about in the labs or wherever they'd settled in on that particular day. But now— they had time. More than enough of it, more than he knew what to do with, anyway. They'd figure it out. For now, they could be slow and tender and maybe a bit clumsy and awkward as well. He doesn't really care right now. ]
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Cisco's not the same as he had been a day ago - ecstatic, bouncy, joy pouring out of him with the force of a volcanic eruption. Yet the joy is still there, muted but deep. He lets Harry push him back, move him wherever he wants him, with a smile curling the corner of his mouth. It's wonderful to be kissed like this - to be the focus of Harry's singular and unhurried attention. ]
Hey, Harry.
[ Cisco doesn't even bother pulling away to speak; he mouths against Harry's lips between kisses. The words are breathless and soft: ]
We won.
[ It bears saying, after all. It bears saying a hundred times at least. ]