Matt isn't sure where they're going to end up, but he doesn't want to stop, doesn't want to give up an instant of this heat, this connection. His tie was long since removed and shoved in his messenger bag and he makes quick work of the buttons on his own shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside before kissing Cisco again. "So don't. I don't want you to."

They back up slowly until Cisco is stopped by the couch. Good. Not exactly the bedroom but it's a good place to start and Matt slides his hands beneath the hem of Cisco's shirt, fingers spanning along warm, firm skin.