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[ Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's just how long it's been since Cisco has been with anyone, but just making out, being close like this, is making his head spin. He's not usually particularly quiet when he's with someone, but he's groaning into the kiss more wantonly than just usual making out would typically call for. And at the touch of Eddie's fingers to the bare skin of his back, Cisco breaks the kiss with a shuddering gasp, pressing his forehead to Eddie's, eyes closed. With how close they are, it's impossible for Eddie to miss the fact that he's hard. ]

[It's good, better than he'd been expecting, but Cisco's mouth is warm and soft and demanding, he doesn't shy away from taking or leading things, pushing back, and it sends a thrill down Eddie's spine. Every sound Cisco makes, the way he groans into Eddie's mouth, sends another little shudder through him, and when Cisco pulls back, rests their foreheads together, Eddie's left panting a little.

Their bodies are pressed close, Cisco lying on top of him, and he can feel the hard, hot length of him pressed against his thigh. Tilting his chin up, he nips at Cisco's lower lip, tugs a little.]

Can we skip the next round, and pretend I won? There's something I want to ask you for.

[His voice is rough and a little breathless.]

[ He groans when Eddie bites at his lip, swallowing hard and shivering. ]

Yeah, absolutely. Ask away.

[ He wants to hear Eddie's voice rough like that for the rest of time, damn. ]

[Tilting his head, Eddie presses a kiss against Cisco's jaw, angling his face so he can whisper against Cisco's ear.]

Keep making out with me? I want to feel you.

[His fingers keep moving against the skin of Cisco's back for a moment, then slide down over his pants to the curve of his ass, palm pressing there so he can squeeze at it with a soft exhalation. His breath stirs Cisco's hair as he speaks.]

Maybe get you off.

[He should probably feel weird about this. Hesitant. He should be worrying. But he's not, whether it's because of the alcohol or not, for better or worse.]

[ He arches against him when Eddie grabs his ass, pressing all hot and hard against his thigh. Some part of him still can't believe this is happening. Did that explosion at work knock him out? Is he lying unconscious in his lab, dreaming all this?

No, it feels much too real; the heat of Eddie's body underneath him, the warmth of his hands, the smell of liquor on his breath, the brush of lips against his skin when Eddie whispers in his ear. He's too far gone to worry about the consequences of any of this. He's just dizzy with want and need. ]

Oh my god, yes.

[Eddie realizes a few moments after he presses his fingers into the soft firmness of Cisco's ass that he's starting to get hard too, and the way he's pushing Cisco against himself makes it obvious through his sweats. There's not much there to hide the way the length of him slides, half-hard, against Cisco's hip.

He works his tongue over his lips as Cisco shifts against him, and he can feel the way Cisco's chest rises and falls, heaving a little, the way his breath plays against Eddie's cheek and slightly stirs his blond hair, where the product has lost hold.

Tilting his head, he sucks at Cisco's earlobe, just for a moment, drinking in all the sensation, getting harder as Cisco says yes the way he does. Then he grinds his hips forward with a soft gasp, rubbing against Cisco's hip.]

[ Cisco shifts against him in return, biting back a groan as he feels the obvious pressure of Eddie's cock against his leg. He straddles Eddie's leg, pressing his thigh between Eddie's, and rocking against him. The idea that Eddie wants this too, wants to get off with him, is more intoxicating than any amount of liquor.

Eddie's mouth against his ear makes him moan again, and he wants to say something else, find some words of encouragement or praise, but all he can do is turn his face to he can capture Eddie's mouth with his own again. ]

[Cisco's moans, and the way he squirms against Eddie's body, slides a leg between Eddie's to rock against his thigh - all of it is amazing. He can feel the hot slide of Cisco's cock against him, through the fabric of Cisco's pants and his own.

Gasping against Cisco's ear, his fist tugs at a handful of Cisco's hair and his other hand squeezes against Cisco's ass again as he grinds back. Every noise Cisco makes is an incredible turn on, and by the time Cisco is kissing him again, he's fully hard, pressing himself against Cisco's leg, hungry for friction.]

[ Cisco keeps rocking against him, moaning into the kiss, until a thought dawns on him. He slides a hand down the side of Eddie's chest, then pushes his hand up under his shirt, pulling the shirt up with it as he goes, feeling up his side. He keeps going, pushing his shirt up to his armpits, then breaking the kiss to lean down and, after a moment of admiring the view, drags his lips down Eddie's sculpted chest. ]

[Cisco's body is warm against him and Eddie's lost in the rhythm of it, the way Cisco moves against him, the way he touches and grinds, the hot pressure of his body while his head swims with alcohol.

Then Cisco is moving, sliding his hands up Eddie's sides and dragging his shirt off, and Eddie lets him, shrugs the shirt off the rest of the way. He's about to go for Cisco's shirt in return when Cisco shifts to start mouthing at his chest, and Eddie arches, gasps. His hands are back in Cisco's hair quickly, tugging it back so he can watch what he's doing.]

Mm, god, Cisco that feels good...

Edited 2016-03-21 18:11 (UTC)

Mm...

[ He's aimless with his attention, with both hands and mouth, just taking his time and feeling up Eddie's smooth skin and taut muscles. He's guiltily fantasized about this before, but nothing can compare to reality, even drunk reality. He lets out a shaky, hot breath low against Eddie's abs, his eyes half open and admiring the view. ]

[Cisco looks great like this, moving against him aimlessly with that bot expression on his face - a little dreamy, admiring. It makes Eddie feel sexy, which is something he doesn't often feel, especially not lately.

He arches slightly under the attention, cock hard under his sweats, his back curving, his breath getting harder, more laboured the more turned on he gets. It's not long before he's panting, his head tilting back, eyes half-lidded as he tries to keep them open to look at Cisco.]

Mm...your turn to ask me for something. [It's rough, throaty, slightly broken.] What's it gonna be, Ramon?

[ He looks up at him, breathing hard, pupils a little blown, and grins. ]

Not sure what else I can ask for you haven't already offered, man...

[ And it's true. This is already more than he ever would've expected to happen, and he's almost overwhelmed for choice at what to do next. He sits back and pulls his own shirt off, albeit a little self-consciously. He's scrawny and awkward next to Eddie's toned body, and even under the haze of alcohol, he's aware of it. ]

[Eddie pins him with a half-smile, chest rising and falling heavily as Cisco shifts, sits up to pull his shirt off. Head tilted to the side, he looks up at him through his lashes, expression amused and fond.]

Mm. Really?

[Eddie doesn't bother to hide the way his eyes skim up and down the lines of Cisco's body - Cisco might think of himself as scrawny and awkward, but Eddie likes the slim softness of him. He's all warm skin and Eddie wants to touch him.]

I haven't even really touched you yet. [A soft exhalation.] What do you like, Cisco?

[ Cisco chews his lip, watching Eddie's eyes trace over him. It's so hot, seeing Eddie so obviously appreciating how he looks. He is, however, having a little bit of a hard time focusing. ]

What I like? Um... I mean, I guess I'm game for anything? But this, so far, is great.

[ Sober Cisco knows that being communicative in bed is important, but they left Sober Cisco back at the bar, and Rambly Drunk Cisco is in charge now. ]

['Game for anything' is not really much help, but Cisco is just a bit drunker than him, so he doesn't blame him for being unimaginative. It's not like Eddie can think of much beyond how badly he wants to watch Cisco come undone. The thought is a little startling, but it makes sense in the context of how much time they've been spending together over the past few months, how much Eddie finds himself thinking of him.]

What? No fantasies?

[Shifting, he sits up and leans in, catching Cisco's eyes, voice still rough, reaching out to run fingers down the center of Cisco's chest, eyes on his face.]

No particular place you want my hands or mouth?

This is like a fantasy already.

[ He kind of can't believe he just said that, and he laughs, a little self-consciously, but he's far gone enough that he isn't actually that embarrassed. ]

[That catches him off-guard, and he sucks in a sharp breath, eyes widening slightly as he looks up at Cisco.]

Really?

[His mouth curves into a little smile, genuine and flattered, and he shifts, sits up a little more, hooks his hands against Cisco's hips.]

Alright, alright. [Leaning in, he noses against Cisco's ear, whispering hot and rough.] Would you like my mouth on your neck? Maybe along your collarbone, biting a little? Down your chest?

I mean— yeah.

[ He gives a small smile, softer than his normal broad grins, but every bit as genuine. And when Eddie starts whispering, he tips his head back and groans. ]

Yeah, god, yes.

[Cisco's response is simple and soft and genuine, and Eddie's smile softens too. The decision is made, in that one moment, looking at him with that expression on his face, and Eddie whispers against his ear again.]

Good. I want to make you feel good, tonight. Okay? I just want to make you feel good.

[Lowering his head, he presses his mouth against Cisco's neck, eyes falling half-shut while he kisses, then scrapes his teeth against the line of the tendon there.]

[ Cisco sighs a moan, his head falling back. Some tiny part of him still thinks this can't possibly be real, but even if it isn't, he's still going to revel in every second of it.

He strokes his hands down the broad planes of Eddie's back, feeling the shift and play of muscle under his smooth skin. He regrets, just a little, being as drunk as he is, because he knows he can't possibly remember how Eddie's skin feels with the clarity it deserves. ]

[The soft sighed out moan is incredibly hot, and Eddie keeps kissing against Cisco's neck, working his way downward, lips parted as he presses his mouth against his collarbone, down his sternum.

Lifting his head a little, he looks up at Cisco, blue eyes half-obscured by pale lashes, and rests his hand on his chest, thumb rubbing over a nipple.]

You sure you can't think of any other places you want my mouth?

Maybe I could think of a few, but...

[ But first, he really wants to kiss him again. So he does, muffling a groan against Eddie's soft lips, and running both of his hands down Eddie's sides, right down to the waistband of his sweats. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband, barely tugging, as he bites gently at Eddie's lip. ]

[Through the haze of alcohol, Eddie's starting to slowly piece things together - the way Cisco touches him, looks at him, the fact he wants to kiss more instead of push his head down between his legs. The idea is dawning in his head that maybe Cisco is into more than just a drunk one night stand.

Eddie likes that thought. So he kisses him back, his mouth open a little, his hand coming up to hook at the back of Cisco's head, fingers combing through his hair. Working their mouths together, he presses his tongue forward, deepening the kiss. It's a little different this time, not just a sexual thing.]

[ It feels different, and it makes Cisco shiver in the best of ways. He brings one of his hands hesitantly up to the side of Eddie's face, cupping his face for a moment, then sliding back into his hair. ]

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i wrote this tag at like 11am and thought i posted it I AM THE WORST ITS ME

I'm glad I have it now.

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