Cisco's not sure where this is going exactly, not until Matt moves to pull off his own shirt, leaving him topless. It's probably a good thing that Matt rushes in to kiss him again, because otherwise Cisco would have ended up standing there staring, admiring Matt's sculpted chest and stomach with his mouth agape.
Cisco thinks about taking his own shirt off, but Matt urges him back across the room before he has a chance, not stoping until Cisco's knees hit the couch. He pulls Matt toward him as Matt's hands slip onto the skin of his lower back, taking Matt's mouth in a deep, wet kiss, only breaking free when he's finally forced to breathe. Panting softly, he takes a look at Matt's body, his eyes moving along Matt's flushed, naked torso.
"Take my shirt off?" he asks softly, knowing he won't feel as gorgeous and strong as Matt looks, but wanting â needing â Matt's hands on him anyway.
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Cisco thinks about taking his own shirt off, but Matt urges him back across the room before he has a chance, not stoping until Cisco's knees hit the couch. He pulls Matt toward him as Matt's hands slip onto the skin of his lower back, taking Matt's mouth in a deep, wet kiss, only breaking free when he's finally forced to breathe. Panting softly, he takes a look at Matt's body, his eyes moving along Matt's flushed, naked torso.
"Take my shirt off?" he asks softly, knowing he won't feel as gorgeous and strong as Matt looks, but wanting â needing â Matt's hands on him anyway.