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[ 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. ]

[The hesitation in Cisco's movement is obvious, and Eddie makes a soft, positive noise of encouragement into Cisco's mouth, trying to convey that he likes it without breaking the kiss. His fingers curl, gathering up a handful of Cisco's hair and pulling it back to expose his neck.

For just a moment, he pulls back from the kiss, speaking soft against Cisco's mouth]

I really like you, Cisco. You know that, right?

[ He chases the kiss for a half second, slow to realize that Eddie's saying something. ]

Huh? Uh, I mean, yeah?

[ Less talking, more kissing. He's too drunk to have an actual conversation right now, especially one that starts like this. ]

[Cisco sounds drunk and groggy and chases the kiss, and mumbles an acknowledgement, and that's really all Eddie needed, just to communicate that he likes Cisco.

Shifting, he tugs Cisco forward by his handful of hair and catches his mouth again, going back to the deeper kiss. Cisco's hands in his hair feel good, and he makes a soft noise of pleasure into Cisco's mouth.]

[ He would really, really like it if Eddie kept making noises like that. He drags blunt nails down the back of Eddie's scalp and down the back of his neck, his other hand slowly tugging at the waistband of Eddie's sweatpants again. ]

[When Cisco's hands curl into his hair and his nails scrape against his scalp, down the back of his head and neck, he groans softly into Cisco's mouth. And at the tug at his waistband, his hips lift instinctively from the bed, back arching, and he makes another noise, soft and full of approval.]

[ Cisco licks into the kiss as he tugs Eddie's sweatpants down, shifting a little to make up for the always-awkward angle of taking off someone else's pants while you're kissing them.

Then he's face with a dilemma: He doesn't want to stop kissing him yet, but he also really really really really really wants to see Eddie naked. ]

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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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