There's something so vulnerable about Cisco, so fragile and open, and hopeful, especially in this moment, and that vulnerable, fragile, open, hopeful thing makes Eddie feel a surge of protectiveness. Makes him want to make Cisco feel safe and loved and warm and wanted. Wants to make him believe that he's worth being wanted.

When Cisco murmurs that he's amazing, those warm fingers tracing up and down the plane of his chest, Eddie laughs softly, eyes bright, and then rolls Cisco over onto his back. Rolls with him so he can pin the younger man underneath him and grin down at him, weight balanced on his elbows. Leaning down, he kisses Cisco's face, presses his lips against Cisco's lower lip, the corner of his mouth, the line of his jaw, his cheek.

And between kisses, he speaks, his voice soft and rough, "Mm...not as amazing...as you...Cisco Ramon...you're so gorgeous...you have a great mouth...and beautiful eyes...and your hair..."

Ducking his head, he nuzzles into Cisco's hair, inhales the scent of it.