[Eddie can tell, when Cisco doesn't respond except to ask him to keep doing what he's doing, that he's probably crossed over the line from comfortable high to something a little more overwhelming, something that feels unsafe or threatening. So he stays still and keeps stroking Cisco's hair back, tucking it behind his ear, tracing the line of his jaw while Cisco's eyes sink shut and he melts into the bed.
It stays that way for a while, in a comfortable silence, with Eddie touching Cisco's hair, his jaw, his neck, the line of his collarbone, tracing the shape of his profile, his lips, kissing gently against his warm brown skin. Keeping Cisco safe while he floats, holding him gently in place while he hopefully enjoys the floating instead of being afraid of it.
And, quietly, Eddie murmurs, his voice soft.]
You're so pretty right now. You look so peaceful and soft and warm, and I love how your skin and your hair feels.
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It stays that way for a while, in a comfortable silence, with Eddie touching Cisco's hair, his jaw, his neck, the line of his collarbone, tracing the shape of his profile, his lips, kissing gently against his warm brown skin. Keeping Cisco safe while he floats, holding him gently in place while he hopefully enjoys the floating instead of being afraid of it.
And, quietly, Eddie murmurs, his voice soft.]
You're so pretty right now. You look so peaceful and soft and warm, and I love how your skin and your hair feels.