The little kiss is unexpected and sweet, and Cisco feels heat rise to his cheeks. It's the sort of kiss you'd give your boyfriend on your way out the door in the morning, or when you'd just gotten home from work, and though it's way too early to be thinking about cohabitation, Cisco can't help the little thrill that rushes through him at the idea of it. "That's a travesty," Cisco says as Hartley to pulls him up, tugging him toward the couch. "You should be getting kissed all the time," he explains as they sit down side by side, faced as much as they can toward each other. "Luckily for you I'm up to the challenge," he adds with a heated smile and a little wink.
Of course it isn't a challenge or a chore at all, kissing Hartley, it's a complete and utter pleasure, both literally and figuratively. Hartley raises his hand and slips his fingers into Cisco's hair, and Cisco sighs a soft moan at the feeling of it, already loving how Hartley touches him. Hartley's gentle concern only fans the flames, and Cisco has to bite down on his lower lip to keep from blurting out everything on his mind all at once. He's never had sex with another guy and he's probably not ready to do that tonight, not in the full sense of the word, but he can't think of anything else he's not more than ready to do with Hartley.
"It's not weird at all," he assures his boyfriend, lifting his own hand to cup the side of Hartley's neck again. "And I've... I've thought about some things. With you," he goes on, feel his face go hot when the images rise in his mind. "I've thought about being naked with you, about being on top of you, having you on me," he tells Hartley, his thumb stroking Hartley's skin. "I've thought about touching you, putting my hands on you, your skin..."
He takes a breath, letting it out slowly before he goes on. "Last night I thought about wrapping my fingers around you, making you come," he admits, his voice a ragged whisper, and he swallows hard. "We don't, it doesn't have to go that far," he says in a rush. "But I'm not... I don't feel rushed. I feel comfortable with you, I trust you," he says, his hand moving to Hartley's shoulder, squeezing. "I want you, Hartley. It doesn't have to be tonight, but I definitely want you."
[ooc: I think I've only seen one other Hartley around bakerstreet, but I haven't tagged them. I like your Hartley so much I don't want to tag with any other ones. Oh yeah, back to school time sounds crazy! I don't have any kids myself (just two cats, hehe), but I have coworkers whose kids are going back soon and they seem to have a million errands to run. Good luck! I'm glad you're getting your tagging time in, at least. It's good for stress relief! :)]
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Date: 2016-08-12 06:23 am (UTC)Of course it isn't a challenge or a chore at all, kissing Hartley, it's a complete and utter pleasure, both literally and figuratively. Hartley raises his hand and slips his fingers into Cisco's hair, and Cisco sighs a soft moan at the feeling of it, already loving how Hartley touches him. Hartley's gentle concern only fans the flames, and Cisco has to bite down on his lower lip to keep from blurting out everything on his mind all at once. He's never had sex with another guy and he's probably not ready to do that tonight, not in the full sense of the word, but he can't think of anything else he's not more than ready to do with Hartley.
"It's not weird at all," he assures his boyfriend, lifting his own hand to cup the side of Hartley's neck again. "And I've... I've thought about some things. With you," he goes on, feel his face go hot when the images rise in his mind. "I've thought about being naked with you, about being on top of you, having you on me," he tells Hartley, his thumb stroking Hartley's skin. "I've thought about touching you, putting my hands on you, your skin..."
He takes a breath, letting it out slowly before he goes on. "Last night I thought about wrapping my fingers around you, making you come," he admits, his voice a ragged whisper, and he swallows hard. "We don't, it doesn't have to go that far," he says in a rush. "But I'm not... I don't feel rushed. I feel comfortable with you, I trust you," he says, his hand moving to Hartley's shoulder, squeezing. "I want you, Hartley. It doesn't have to be tonight, but I definitely want you."
[ooc: I think I've only seen one other Hartley around bakerstreet, but I haven't tagged them. I like your Hartley so much I don't want to tag with any other ones. Oh yeah, back to school time sounds crazy! I don't have any kids myself (just two cats, hehe), but I have coworkers whose kids are going back soon and they seem to have a million errands to run. Good luck! I'm glad you're getting your tagging time in, at least. It's good for stress relief! :)]