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[ ooc: continued from a plurk script rp thing!!!!!! ♥ ]

[ He knows he's going to mess this up. He's certain of it. He's so out of practice - hasn't let himself even have more than a crush since his wife passed - but here he is. In a locked room. Because of Julian not being able to handle their bickering, which turned into a bit more than bickering once they were safely behind a closed door. Here they were, and Cisco had actually said he had a crush on him, wanted to date him. It was all very new to him.

Just like touching Cisco's hair for the first time, brushing it behind his ear. Just like curling his fingers into it, tugging just enough so he'd feel it but not enough to hurt him. Having him backed against the file cabinet like this. ]

I'm going to kiss you now. Just so you know. [ Last chance to back out of it, Cisco. Last chance to say Got you!!!! Totally kidding!! ]

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[If Harry thinks Cisco is going to change his mind now, he's got another thing coming. He doesn't even know how they got to this point- locked in the closet, admitting feelings for each other- but he doesn't regret it.

He regrets it even less when Harry pins him to the closest vertical object, grips his hair, and tugs.]

This is me knowing. And waiting.

[ He honestly thinks that Cisco is going to back out the minute he kisses him. He's convinced. He isn't sure how he's missed whatever signals before this, but... there had to be some, right?

Harry chuckles, lowly, something deeper and almost husky as his stares down at Cisco's eyes and lips. ]

Last chance. [ And assuming he doesn't get punched, he presses the most tentative, gentle, uncertain kiss to ever exist against Cisco's lips. ]

[There's definitely no punching happening here. It's kind of amazing how Harry can kiss him so gently while his hands are twisted in Cisco's hair hard enough to ache- in the best, best way. But he takes what he's given because he feels like he's waited forever for this.

He owes Julian a drink.]

[ this is a good sign right? definitely no punching. Despite his arrogance around the lab, it seems when it comes to this he's completely timid. Or at least seemingly.

He pulls back from the kiss - just an inch or two - and stares. Full on stares. Cisco give him something to work with here. ]

[Cisco shouldn't really be surprised. Harry's always been useless at interpersonal relations. And this is a lot more than remembering to apologize for using the last of the coffee.

That doesn't mean he should expect Cisco to be helpful, though. When is he ever?]

Is that what Earth-2 people call a kiss?

[ Rude. So very rude. Harry's face does that thing where it scrunches up, eyebrows creasing deeply. He looks momentarily put off, like he's gonna go find a stapler and launch it at Cisco.

But oh one of his hands is still halfway tangled in Cisco's hair. So he not-so gently tugs. ] Are you comparing it to the impression of a wall you were just doing?

[The tug pulls a soft sound from him, and he absolutely do not blush. It's just kind of warm in here. Especially with Harry pressed so close to him.]

I wouldn't have been so still if you'd given me something to work with.

[ If this door was unlocked Harry probably would have stormed out in a tantrum for no real reason. He knows this is all a good sign but part of him can't accept that. Not until he has Cisco begging. ... or something along those lines. ]

If this is usually how you flirt, I understand now why you're always single. [ It's a joke he promises. He sighs, so irritated, and tips his head down to ghost his lips against Ciscos ear. ] Then tell me what you want.

Low blow, dude.

[It's only a token protest. He knows Harry well enough to know when he's joking.

But the levity vanishes quickly when Harry leans in. His breath is hot against Cisco's neck, and the brush of his lips against his ear gives him goosebumps. Well played, Harry. That is how you seduce someone.

The sound he makes is slightly pathetic.]

You.

[Because what else is he supposed to say to that?]

[ there's a lot of things you could say to that. Most of them involve explicatives.

Happy accepts that answer. He figures that's the closest he's going to get. That and it sounds really nice to hear Cisco like that. He grins, that same asshole smile, and rests his hand that isn't near Ciscos hair down on his hip. He's very tactile now that he isn't deflecting.

He gives a poignant open mouthed kiss to the patch of skin behind Ciscos ear before he tips his head bakc enough to look at him fully. ] Good. I can work with that.

[Where was Harry hiding this part of himself? Cisco feels seriously cheated, here.

He actually groans at the kiss, hands reflexively tightening in Harry's shirt. How is this actually his life right now?]

Good. Yeah, you should...you should work with that.

You can work with it, too. Or were you full of hot air this entire time?

[ Harry knows he's being a god damn jerk but hey, he's suffered through enough lollipops and slushes and stapler throwing. He pointedly kisses Cisco again, this time harder, this time conveying the months of pent up frustration. ]

[And this time, he gets a reaction. Cisco's hands release Harry's shirt in favor of winding his arms around his neck, keeping him close like he's afraid he'll blink and Harry will be gone. With his luck, that would totally happen.

But if it does, at least Cisco will know he made these few moments worth it.]

[ That's reassuring. That's enough for him to finally shrug off the sinking feeling in the back of his mind, in his gut, that Cisco is playing the long con to embarrass him. No one would go this far for a joke.

He's definitely biting (not hard, though) at Cisco's bottom lip but then he pulls back, struggling to breathe. ] Guess I'm more out of shape than I thought.

[Cisco is a little breathless, himself. How can he not be?]

Are you fishing for compliments, Harry? Trying to get me to say 'you're not out of shape' or 'you're hot like burning'? Because I'm definitely not going to.

[Except he definitely just did oops]

[ Harry just laughs. It's breathy and there's a stagger to it that wasn't there before this interlude. ]

I don't know how that doesn't sound absurd coming from you. [ His hand restlessly twirls the very ends of Cisco's hair that's been grazing Cisco's shoulder. ]

[Harry doesn't laugh nearly enough. Cisco definitely wants to be the one that changes that.]

It's because you're into me. Works like a charm.

[Harry's fingers brush his neck, raising goosebumps along his skin. How has he managed to work with this man so long without jumping him? Cisco is basically a saint.]

[ A saint. Sure. That's why he defiles lollipops on a daily basis. ]

How long do you think Julian is going to keep us locked away? [ He deadpans, giving a less-than-enthused look over his shoulder, back to the door. It's not that he minds this closeness but... well, he hates other people preventing him from doing what he wants.

His hand absentmindedly drops from Cisco's shoulder to rest on his hip, instead. ]

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