Considering the kisses they've already shared it's not a shocking admission when Hartley tells Cisco he wants to kiss him, but it makes warmth bleed into Cisco's cheeks anyway, and only part of it has to do with the little surge of desire that comes with how clear it is that they both want to kiss each other a lot. As it is he can't stop the little noises he makes every time Hartley cards his fingers through Cisco's hair, and they're sitting so close, knees bumping, hands on each other, and Cisco recognizes this as a pivot point, a place where they can go back to softly, carefully making out or move on to more. The truth is Cisco will be happy no matter what happens, and he's pretty sure Hartley will too; they're absolutely on the same page, and that means the possibilities are endless, not just tonight but going forward in their relationship from here.
As Hartley continues to speak, Cisco can barely believe what Hartley's saying, that he's been thinking about Cisco that way too, wanting him, fantasizing about him. He licks his lips and watches Hartley's eyes, his mouth, and the sound of Hartley's voice makes Cisco's temperature tick up another notch, his body overheated and trembling with arousal. He's so turned on by what Hartley's saying, so keyed up, that he can't stop the little moan that rolls out of him when Hartley says make you come, and Cisco realizes that if they don't do that tonight, together, they're probably both going to be doing it on their own as soon as they can. Cisco's so hard he feels like he's going to explode or implode or spontaneously combust until there's nothing left but ash, and his hand falls to Hartley's shoulder, holding on, grounding himself, keeping himself together.
"Okay," he says, his voice low but sure, his eyes fixed on Hartley's. "Let's see where it takes us," he clarifies, just in case Hartley needs him to, loosening his grip on Hartley's shoulder. There are a dozen things going through his mind, thinking about pulling Hartley into his lap or pushing Hartley down against the couch cushions and getting on top of him, putting his hands up the back of Hartley's shirt, or reaching into the vee of Hartley's thighs to see if he's as turned on as Cisco is, dragging Hartley's palm against him so Hartley can feel his desire. He doesn't do any of those things, only leans in and brushes his lower lip against Hartley's, doing it again before he presses into a gentle kiss, both of his lips trapping Hartley's upper one softly before he eases back, meeting Hartley's eyes. It's just a start, a new one, the first step toward whatever end awaits them.
[ooc: That sounds really interesting and fun! I haven't tagged any of the other Ciscos, but I've tagged many Barrys, and they're all very different, hee. Good work getting the school shopping done! I don't envy you that at all. I'm glad things are going to start settling down for you, too. And it's no problem at all! I love your tags, so I don't mind waiting a few days for them. Thank you for being patient with me too! <3]
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Date: 2016-08-15 06:59 am (UTC)As Hartley continues to speak, Cisco can barely believe what Hartley's saying, that he's been thinking about Cisco that way too, wanting him, fantasizing about him. He licks his lips and watches Hartley's eyes, his mouth, and the sound of Hartley's voice makes Cisco's temperature tick up another notch, his body overheated and trembling with arousal. He's so turned on by what Hartley's saying, so keyed up, that he can't stop the little moan that rolls out of him when Hartley says make you come, and Cisco realizes that if they don't do that tonight, together, they're probably both going to be doing it on their own as soon as they can. Cisco's so hard he feels like he's going to explode or implode or spontaneously combust until there's nothing left but ash, and his hand falls to Hartley's shoulder, holding on, grounding himself, keeping himself together.
"Okay," he says, his voice low but sure, his eyes fixed on Hartley's. "Let's see where it takes us," he clarifies, just in case Hartley needs him to, loosening his grip on Hartley's shoulder. There are a dozen things going through his mind, thinking about pulling Hartley into his lap or pushing Hartley down against the couch cushions and getting on top of him, putting his hands up the back of Hartley's shirt, or reaching into the vee of Hartley's thighs to see if he's as turned on as Cisco is, dragging Hartley's palm against him so Hartley can feel his desire. He doesn't do any of those things, only leans in and brushes his lower lip against Hartley's, doing it again before he presses into a gentle kiss, both of his lips trapping Hartley's upper one softly before he eases back, meeting Hartley's eyes. It's just a start, a new one, the first step toward whatever end awaits them.
[ooc: That sounds really interesting and fun! I haven't tagged any of the other Ciscos, but I've tagged many Barrys, and they're all very different, hee. Good work getting the school shopping done! I don't envy you that at all. I'm glad things are going to start settling down for you, too. And it's no problem at all! I love your tags, so I don't mind waiting a few days for them. Thank you for being patient with me too! <3]