Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-07-01 14:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cisco ramon (vibe), stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles and Cisco
Where: Home - kitchen
When: June 27th
What: Packing & S'mores & chocolate syrup.
Status: Fade to Black - Complete
Cisco was happy to be packing finally. He’d gotten through quite a bit of his things, but then again he didn’t have a ton to get through in the first place. Still, packing was the worst. He was leaving all the tech for last, but he’d oddly accumulated a lot over the little time they’d lived there. He didn’t realize. So a much needed break happened, one involving oven smores. He was busy eating one of his while he waited for Stiles to come down the stairs and had an idea. If he could figure out how to use his portals, it’d make this moving thing a lot easier. Brushing his hands off on a towel he stuck a hand out and a tiny little tear in the center of the room formed. Cisco stared at it. It seemed to lead to space. They could see space temporarily from a sliver fissure the kitchen. “Uh, Stiles?” * Packing was boring. Stiles never realized how much stuff he had until he had to start shoving it into boxes. So when Cisco started texting him, Stiles was happy enough to stop for a few and mess around in the texts. And now he was even happier to go into the kitchen to get some smores. He had just walked in when Cisco said his name. “Uh, Cisco,” he said before he saw the small portal thing. “What are you doing?” * “I was thinking when you took ten years to come downstairs, that maybe one of these could be useful for packing. We wouldn’t even have to do all this.” Cisco peered at it and dared to reach out a hand in attempt to touch it, but nothing happened. It didn’t react or change. “So far all I’ve been able to do though is make it show space though...I think that’s where everything would go.” He frowned a bit as he stuck a finger into it. It was freezing, like space. “It’s cold.” He made a face and glanced up at him. “Oh well. You’re lucky though, you know. I didn’t eat them all.” He pointed at the tray behind him with a grin. * “That’s your fault. You were talking about syrup and wanting to do things with it.” Stiles watched as Cisco put his hand inside the portal. Nope, he wasn’t doing that. He did walk over so he could peer into it. “Yeah, we’re not shoving our stuff in any portal you create. I actually like my stuff and I want it in the apartment.” He glanced at Cisco and then back at the portal. “Gee, I wonder why. It looks like outer space in there.” He rolled his eyes and finally grabbed a smore. “You only didn’t eat them all because I might deny you chocolate syrup sex.” * “I didn’t actually think it’d be space. Like real space.” It looked like it, but Cisco still doubted his powers at times. The tiny fissure didn’t let air in or out, it just existed until you stuck a hand or body part through it. Cisco wasn’t trying that again. “...You wouldn’t deny me syrup sex.” For the time being he ignored his tiny portal and slid over toward Stiles, staring him down for a moment before biting the other end of his s’more and laughing. He reached to pin Stiles to the counter for a second. “Would you? I mean the alternative is more packing…” He teased. * “You don’t know what it is, to be honest,” he pointed out. Until Cisco got a handle on that thing, he was not going through it and neither were his things. He’ll move the old fashion way. “I might.” Okay, he probably wouldn’t. “Aren’t you gonna close that thing?” he asked right before Cisco decided to steal a bite. “Hey, now! This is MINE. Get your own.” He muttered before putting the rest into his mouth. Oh no, he was pinned. Only not really. He could just duck under Cisco’s arms and move away if he really wanted to. “Hmm…” he glanced up acting as if he really had to think about his answer. “No. Packing sucks. Sex is better.” He leaned in and gave Cisco a quick kiss on the lips. * “It’s a portal. Duh.” Or did he mean syrup sex? Cisco wasn’t sure which one. He happily munched on the bit of s’more he’d stolen from Stiles. “I could, but this is more fun.” He gave a wink as he kept his hand trapped on one of Stiles’ own against that counter. Reaching behind them with his free hand, the fissure sealed up. “I think I’m getting better at it.” The controlling where it opened anyway, but the direction it opened in would take some time. Returning that kiss, he pressed in just a little closer. Yes Stiles could get away, but he hoped he didn’t want to. Leaning in for another kiss, he mused as he pulled away after a minute. “Just think of the new apartment sex though.” And reached behind him to feed him one of those s’mores. “ You taste good.” * “Well, yeah, but a portal to where? You don’t know that bit,” he said. “What’s more fun?” he asked, smiling. Yeah, he was in the mood to keep making Cisco be more specific about what he meant. Stiles had nowhere to go. His back was already against the counter. So, he stayed put as Cisco closed the gap a bit more. “How can you be so sure about that?” Hm, yeah, this was definitely better than packing. He kissed back when Cisco kissed him for the second time. “Already have been. We don’t have to worry about getting caught anymore.” Unless they had a guest, but he seriously doubted they would really have anyone wanting to stick around their place overnight. “Duh.” He took another bite of the smore. “So good. You should make these more often.” * He shrugged when Stiles suggested he didn’t know where they went. “Hey, I’m working on it.” At least they hadn’t caused him physical pain like the visions did. “Stealing s’mores from you.” He leaned in to taste him a little more. Chocolate mixed with sex was his new favorite thing and they hadn’t even gotten to the syrup yet. “I could get my own but that’s boring.” It was kind of a miracle they weren’t both fat, but with all the sex lately it paid off. A thumb brushed over Stiles cheek affectionately. For all the dirty things he was thinking, he was being pretty damn gentle with him. “All the new surfaces to break in.” He smirked against his lips as he lifted Stiles up against the counter, having him sit there beside the s’mores. There was just barely enough space for him. “Speaking of new surfaces.” A mischievous look as he reached behind him for the syrup he’d found. * “I know you are.” That didn’t mean Stiles wasn’t going to bug him about it or tease him. Cisco might think something was wrong with him if he stopped acting like himself. “Can you technically steal smores when you’re the one who made them?” he asked. “Oh, so because I was eating it it was better. I see how it is.” He kind of leaned into the touch. “We’re doing it in every single room after we move in, aren’t we?” He wasn’t even sure he had to ask that question. He was pretty sure he already knew the answer. Once on the counter, he wrapped his legs around Cisco’s middle and pulled him closer. “Oh, look, you really did find some syrup.” He grabbed it out of Cisco’s hand, popped the top and then poured some into his mouth. * Cisco was deceptively strong, he didn’t look it but he could lift Stiles with ease. As he was pulled in an arm went to rest at his thigh. “Mhm”He was a bit more distracted by the legs around him than he thought he’d be. “Is that even a real question?” He asked with a laugh as he pawed at Stiles’ shirt. It was obnoxious and needed to go away now. They had things to do that didn’t involve the damn thing. He stripped it off him and then blinked a moment as Stiles went for the syrup directly in his mouth. “Oh yeah, that’s sexy.” But then again, that meant he could have chocolate too. “Every surface, every room. Everything.” He leaned upward to capture his lips again, this time aiming to steal all the chocolate from him. He could get used to chocolate and sex. “ Are you really complaining about it?” A teasing tone as he snatched the chocolate back and spilled some on his neck. “Oops.” Guess he had to lick it off now. * Stiles shook his head. “Nope. It really isn’t.” He glanced down when Cisco started pawing at his shirt. He knew what that meant. It meant Cisco wanted it gone. He was going to make him wait for another minute or two, but that didn’t happen. His shirt was pulled off like there was nothing to it. “You know it is, baby!” He laughed and did it again because why not? It was chocolate and it was good. “Now you’re making me wish we were already in our apartment,” he said right before he was kissed. He kissed back and held the bottle away from Cisco’s grabby hand. “Who is complaining? Surely not me.” He was about to dump more chocolate syrup into his mouth but Cisco had finally nabbed the bottle away from him. “Oops my ass.” He put his hand on the back of Cisco’s head and pulled him close. “Lick it off!” * Nope, there was no more waiting. The combo of the chocolate and closeness only made him want more. He tossed that shirt aside, not really giving a single shit where it fell. He only cared that he could see more, touch more. He was pretty adept at pulling things off now. “Too many clothes, stupid shirt.” He teased. “Oh yes, I’ve never been more turned on by you than I am right now.” Cisco rolled his eyes as Stiles drank down the chocolate syrup, but tasting it on him was pretty sexy. Those kisses became a little deeper before they broke and his lips found their way toward that chocolate sauce. Tongue dragging against him. “Demanding.” Cisco smirked as he irritated t\ a spot of skin there, payback for all the marks Stiles had left on him.“Soon. Just a couple more weeks and I’ve got you right where I want you.” At first, it seemed like a scary thing, but now he was excited again. Their own place. He went back to cleaning up the messy chocolate and teasing. * “If my shirt is stupid does this mean yours is stupid as well?” If Cisco was going to say things like that, Stiles was going to ask stupid questions with a grin. “You should take your stupid shirt off too,” he told him. “I knew it!” He would have done it again, but kissing Cisco back was much more better. “You like it. Admit it.” He closed his eyes for a moment and just let the feeling of what Cisco was doing to him run right through him. “I don't know if I should be scared or super turned on by that statement.” He was joking, of course. He wasn’t scared one bit. Honestly, he wanted to see if Cisco really let go once they had their own place and didn’t have to worry about getting walked in on. * “All shirts are stupid.” He smirked. “Maybe a little.” Demanding Stiles was kind of interesting. Sexy even, but he wasn’t about to let onto that. Stiles would have to figure all that out based on the responses he gave to it. Which included biting his neck just under his ear to clean up a little more chocolate sauce he’d found there. And leave a few revenge marks. “I’ll leave that up to you.” He laughed as he reluctantly broke away for a moment to rid of his own stupid shirt, then slid right back in place. “ Hm. So much chocolate sauce. Better use it all.” He dripped a little more on his collarbone and sucked it away. * “Or maybe a lot,” he countered back with a bigger smile. Cisco could mark him up as much as he wanted. For one, it felt good and two, he was perfectly walking around with marks all over his neck. “Thanks, buddy!” Cisco didn’t need to move far, so when he moved to take off his own shirt, Stiles still kept his legs wrapped around his middle, but he did loosen his grip just enough so Cisco could pull his shirt off. “Yeah, don’t be wasteful.” He shouldn’t be the only one getting chocolate sauce on him. He glanced down and then tried to grab the bottle. * Don’t tell him that. He enjoyed teasing his skin. He would do so everywhere if Stiles didn’t stop him. “Don’t push it.” He warned as Stiles kept on about it. He was surprisingly possessive, but really after he shot Stiles play toy would anyone expect different? His hair had been tied back earlier so it wouldn’t get in the way of s’more and he was more glad than ever with all the sauce everywhere. “Mmhm. Should have brought down the handcuffs.” He teased as he smacked one of Stiles hands that was searching for the bottle. He’d have to try harder than that if he wanted to play with it. Right now, Cisco was enjoying the syrup game. “Gotta use it all before moving into the sex house.” He teased in response to the wasteful comment. He didn’t want to move far, his hands began to work at his pants, they were getting in the way of his initial syrup goal. He pushed him back with a grin to pull them away. |