(Okay! I might not be here, then, but I'll respond when able to!)
Derlik ran his finger over Arthur's cheek, down his jaw and over his bare chest. He didn't say a word, just holding Arthur close and fucking around with him. See how long it took to make the man break down into tears, just breaking him in general.
(alright!)
Arthur whimpered again, smile flickering and getting smaller as he tried to hold it together.
Derlik laid Arthur down on his palm, continuing to run his finger over the man. He continued with it, over his chest, and arms, legs, even neck.
Arthur eventually broke, the smile flickering out as he squirmed again. "N-no…no…"
Derlik paused, letting his finger rest against Arthur's neck. His own smile grew, too, too wicked.
You're not smiling, the god cooed softly. Let me fix that for you~ The god turned to Nik, hiding his hands and Arthur in them.
"I need to do something real quick, I'll be back in a few minutes."
(back!)
Nik didn't glance up. "Okay." he said quietly. Arthur whimpered with fear.
Derlik hummed, standing up. He started off into the woods, moving to hold Arthur in two fingers. Once they were far enough away, the god stopped, lifting Arthur up.
"Now, let's get that smile of yours fixed up~"
Arthur was shaking and gasping, shaking his head with tears pricking at his eyes. "N-no, no, please no."
Derlik sat down on a tree stump, setting Arthur on his knee.
"Now, it's too late for that!" The god laughed some, reaching into his pocket to look for a sewing kit.
"Don't, no, please!" he begged.
"Aw, why not? Don't you want to not have to worry about keeping a smile up all the time~?" Derlik pulled the sewing kit out, setting it on his other knee and opening it.
"Look! I'll even let you pick what color of thread you want!"
"No, please! Please don't, please." he begged, trembling and starting to cry.
Derlik looked down at Arthur apathetically, picking up a needle. He moved it over, letting the tip trail over the man's cheek.
"What. Color."
He flinched and whimpered, tears running down his cheeks. "Please, no. Don't do this to me, please."
"You know," Derlik said, ignoring Arthur's begging, "I think green would look good on you." He picked up the spool, holding it up to the man's head to think on it.
"No, please, I'm sorry! Please don't!"
"Yes, I do think green is what I would suggest. Yes or no?" Derlik set the spool down, undoing the end of it and pulling it out.
"No!" he begged.
"Mm, alright then!" Derlik put the thread back, setting the spool back down. "Blue, then?"
"No, no, please, no."
"Hmm… then what about red? You're running out of options, Arthur, so I would suggest making a choice soon. It might make things easier on you." Derlik glanced down at the man.
"You don't want to know what will happen if you don't choose."
He whimpered in fear.
"Now, blue? Or another color?" Derlik picked the spool up, holding it to Arthur's cheek like he had the other.
"Tell me what you prefer."
"Please." he whispered, voice cracking.
"Arthur." Derlik looked down, growing bored and peeved. "Pick. A. Color."