forum Arthur and Mikhail

Started January 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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Mikhail didn't say anything and kept staring at the floor next too him, his face was still a bright red.

Arthur inched a bit closer to Mikhail, tense, nervous, but somehow brave enough at the same time.

Mikhail lifted his eyes off the ground but not completely, he was still staring at the wall.

Arthur manged to inch up next to Mikhail, he felt like his heart would burst out of his chest at any moment.

Mikhail finally managed to look at Arthur, his face still a bright red as he moved just a bit closer, feeling like his heart would burst out of his chest at any moment.

Arthur hesitantly reached out for him, apprehensive at first, then he suddenly wrapped his arms around the other, kissing him and quickly pulling away, having shocked both himself, and the spirit in the back of his head.

Mikhail's face turned even redder (if that's possible) as he stared at Arthur. He didn't know what made him do it but he gently kissed Arthur again, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Arthur sunk into his kiss, his arms hesitantly pulling the other a bit closer.

Mikhail practically melted into the kiss, his heart still beating loudly.

(They are so melty it's killing me :3)
Arthur slowly leaned into Mikhail, pulling the other closer.

(Lol same here)

Mikhail let out a sound of surprise but didn't complain as he was pulled closer, also leaning into Arthur.

Arthur pulled back a little at that, but soon pressed in fiercer than ever, suddenly feeling a bit more confident as he pressed into the kiss.

Mikhail glanced at him when he pulled away but quickly kissed back, tightening his hold on Arthur.

Arthur sunk into his grip, whimpering a little, faintly, into the kiss. Arthur tightened his hold on Mikhail, wanting more from him.

Mikhail tilted his head ever so slightly to deepen the kiss, his face still a bright red.

Arthur mimicked him, pressing further against Mikhail.

Mikhail shifted one of his hands to cup Arthur's cheek, the other hand rested on his shoulder now.

Arthur relaxed into his grip, his arms wrapping around Mikhail, his left hand tangling in the other's hair.

Mikhail finally stopped freaking out and realized he was late, but he couldn't care less right now. He didn't want to do anything that Arthur didn't want him to do so he stayed like that for now.

Arthur finally pulled away, breathing a bit hard, and very, very red in the face.

Mikhail glanced at him again, gently resting his forehead against Arthur's, a soft smile on his face.

Arthur smiled too, "Aren't you gonna be late?"

Mikhail chuckled. "I couldn't care less."

Arthur's smile grew at that, hesitantly looking up at Mikhail.