causational | psl; after the kiss

[Eddie laughs a little, tilts his head and makes a soft hum.]

Common decency isn't all that common, unfortunately. You're just a particularly good person, I think.

[A little, rueful smile, and he keeps working fingers through Cisco's hair, letting his short nails scrape slightly against the younger man's scalp. This is nice, feeling the solid heat of Cisco's body against his own, the weight of him, the way his fingers move against Eddie's chest. It makes him shiver a little.]

I thought I might. See you differently than you see yourself, I mean. [He pauses for a moment, as Cisco draws his head back and looks up at him. Tugging his hand free of Cisco's hair, he traces his lips with his thumb, then the line of his cheekbone.] My way is true. I think you're too hard on yourself.

[He feels his cheeks burn lightly at the compliment of being a good person. He never knows how to react to positive things said about himself, but he doesn't fight it this time. Eddie never sounds like he's trying to placate him or force some kind of platitude on him, it makes it easier to accept than with most people.

He likes the way he seems to be able to make Eddie shiver with just simple, playful, light touches. A small smile slips over his lips at the realization.

As Eddie traces his lips and trails his thumb across his cheek, Cisco bites his lip and his breath hitches slightly in his throat. He could ask a lot of questions about that, but he doesn't really want to. Instead, he shifts and leans up to press his lips against Eddie's, and there's still a tentativeness to it, cautious but eager.]

[Eddie's like that - he speaks his mind, he says what he's thinking, he's honest and terrible at lying. Terrible at platitudes, and terrible at faking it. He always has been. So he doesn't flatter, he just honestly says what he's thinking, especially when what he's thinking is good.

And it's nice to watch Cisco accept it a little, even if Eddie can tell he's struggling with the acceptance. It's something to work on, he thinks. Telling Cisco good things about himself until he believes them.

That soft little smile is addictive, and so is the soft hitch in Cisco's breath, and the kiss is even moreso. Cisco's mouth is warm and soft and Eddie leans in. His hand moves to the side of Cisco's face, cupping it, rubbing his thumb against the smooth line of his cheekbone, and he makes a soft, happy noise in his throat as he returns the kiss.]

psl; after the kiss

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