forum Crushing Hearts (Mature content [might turn out to be 18+] and TW) (Moved) (1/1)

Started March 12, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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Cyrin looks at him, his gaze scanning his face, “If it wasn’t what I was looking for, I would have made that clear before. And what do you mean ‘bad at it’?” He rests his forehead on Arthur’s shoulder again, waiting.

Arthur didn't look up, though he kept his shoulder where it would be easy for Cyrin to rest on it. "oh, you know… I've been told I'm not a good kisser…" He gave a rueful laugh. "Not really that big a deal, but… I think about it every time now."

Cyrin huffs, “Well, like I said before; people are idiots. Even me sometimes, but you’re not bad at it.” He pulls away, looking at Arthur, smiling slightly, “I’d say you’re good at it, but then. . . That’s personal opinion.”

Arthur smiled at him, before leaning forward a bit. "Wanna check again, make sure that's still your opinion?" His voice was quiet, but somewhere between hopeful and flirtatious.

Cyrin smiles slightly, “Why not. . ?” He murmurs, his smile turning into a grin.

Arthur beamed at him, before leaning forward further and kissing him, a little more firmly than the first time. He didn't pull away this time, letting Cyrin decide how this went.

Cyrin’s hands land on Arthur’s waist, his touch light and gentle, leaning into him slightly, kissing him back. He gently brushes his thumb over Arthur’s waist.

Arthur smiled against Cyrin's lips, feeling the dancer's light touch. He stepped just a little closer, his own hands grazing Cyrin's ribs.

Internally, Sixclaw was cackling. This had gone perfectly. Better than expected in fact. If they could get Cyrin to just go with what happened, manipulating the situation would be easy.

Cyrin leans in, his thumb brushing up again. He relaxes into Arthur, pulling back slightly and taking a breath, looking at him.

Arthur opened his eyes slowly, and made a pouty face. "Was hoping that moment would never end…" He smiled at Cyrin. "Your hands are as graceful as the rest of you, you know that?"

Cyrin laughs softly, “Never said it had to end. I just needed a breath.” He smiles slightly, “Really?” He murmurs, grinning, “Well, I guess. . . I’ve never thought of it before.”

Arthur chuckled quietly. "Well, then let me let you breathe…" He began peppering Cyrin's jaw and neck with small, soft kisses, muttering between each one.
"Yeah… your hands are just as graceful… you're driving me a little crazy with those feathery touches…"

Cyrin tilts his head slightly, closing his eyes, “Oh. . . Is that good. . ?” He asks, laughing softly, resting his hands more firmly on Arthur’s waist, “Or is that better. . ?”

Arthur had to laugh, just a little. "Yes, driving me crazy is good. And however you want to touch me is fine, just so long as you're doing it-…" He blushed, ducking his head. "I mean… that's not what I meant… well, it is, but… I just…"
The blushing and stammering was getting on his nerves.

Cyrin raises an eyebrow, snickering slightly. “Hmm. . .” He watches Arthur, quiet for a moment, “You want me to drive you crazy?” He tilts his head, pulling his hands away slightly, barely touching Arthur’s waist.

Arthur giggled, and good grief it hurt Sixclaw's soul to have to make that noise, but he did, he giggled as Cyrin's fingers brushed his waist. "I mean… if you want to…" He swallowed hard, obvious nerves seeming to jump out of nowhere.

Cyrin laughs, smiling, “Hmm. . . Maybe.” He gently pulls Arthur closer, humming again. He drops his head back to his shoulder.

Arthur sank into him, pressing his lips to Cyrin's shoulder, and just rested there.

He knew taking advantage of Cyrin while he was grieving was a risky move, since the dancer might see right through it, but… it would accelerate things. Once that boundary had been breached, it was easier after that.

Cyrin relaxes, smiling softly, and then pulls away grinning, “You remember what I said at the mall when we met?”

Arthur thought for a moment, before shaking his head slowly, his eyes widening a bit. "No… not specifically… what did you say?"

Cyrin grins, pulling away. “I said we’d see if you could put your foot in your mouth. And then teach you a few things.” He shrugs, “Why not now?”

Arthur laughed. "I do remember that, but… what do you mean?" His voice got quieter towards the end. "I'm down, just curious. I guess I'll find out, huh."

Cyrin rolls his eyes playfully, “Just. . . Do you have an open space?” He asks, grinning slightly.

Arthur thought for a moment. "I can have an open area… gimme a second." He ducked down the hall and into one of the rooms, where he had his computer set up. There was a couch along the back wall, which he pushed out into the hall, leaving the majority of the space wide open. Carpeted, lighted with bluish lights, about 20x20 floor space. Not huge, but there was nowhere else with this much space. "Does this work? Or we could go down to yours, if you need more space?"

Cyrin laughs, "No no. . . This is fine." He looks at Arthur, smiling and then moves into the room, looking around, "You're going to want something to hold onto that's about waist hight." He looks at Arthur.