[When Cisco turns to look at him with that bright expression, his eyes warm and dark, his mouth curved into a smile, his hand coming up to push back some of his hair, Eddie feels a surge of intense affection. Any fears at all about what he's doing right now completely vanish, and he's smiling as Cisco steps over those boxes and comes up to drape his arms around Eddie and muss up his hair, to kiss him.
Cisco's arms feel warm and solid and he smells like dust and sweat and his shampoo, and Eddie couldn't be happier. His throat feels tight with how nice this is.]
Mmmm, okay. But changing means not being here kissing you anymore. Not sure about that whole situation.
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Cisco's arms feel warm and solid and he smells like dust and sweat and his shampoo, and Eddie couldn't be happier. His throat feels tight with how nice this is.]
Mmmm, okay. But changing means not being here kissing you anymore. Not sure about that whole situation.