It always feels so easy, with Cisco. Being this way, the gentleness and vulnerability between them. He likes that Cisco can feel safe enough with him to expose this part of himself, this soft vulnerability that Eddie can now see clearly, just under the surface. And then Cisco smiles, and Eddie can feel it as much as he can see it, in the way that Cisco's muscles and skin move under his fingers.

It's perfect, fragile and sweet and wonderful beyond reason, and then Cisco is kissing him.

Eddie smiles, his hands moving up into Cisco's hair as he kisses back, fingers combing in at the warm roots of his hair so he can scrape blunt nails gently against Cisco's scalp. Cisco's mouth is warm and soft and Eddie explores it, eyes half-closed, tongue pressing forward, pulls back after a moment to close teeth against Cisco's lower lip and tug gently. It's slow, and easy, and Eddie keeps stroking and tugging against Cisco's hair while he kisses, explores. It's so easy, losing track of time, losing track of everything but the way Cisco's mouth feels against his.