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 nods, “I guess so.”

He blinks, ducking his head, flushing, “I- I guess. . .” He mumbles.

“Oh, you can drop it if you want.”

Arthur dropped his leg and settled into a much more comfortable position, though he stayed where he was, giving Cyrin a look.
"Something's got you shy over there. What's up?"
He'd clearly pushed the right button to make Cyrin act all bashful, and it was cute.

Cyrin laughs softly, rubbing the back of his neck, “It’s. . . It’s nothing. . .” He smiles slightly, his face still pink.

"Oh, it's clearly something." Arthur stepped a little closer, looking up into Cyrin's eyes. "What's got you blushing so badly, huh?"

Cyrin looks at Arthur, silent.

Arthur stood there, his smile never faltering. "C'mon buddy… what's got that pretty face of yours turning all pink?"

(Yeah— at one point- buy my inspiration is at an all time low, but I need a distraction from life- but if you want— I can try 150-300 words-)

Cyrin laughs softly, “You.” He shakes his head, taking a small step back, shifting on his feet slightly.

Arthur noted his movement, and stepped past him through the door, sighing a little.
"What about me?" he said, less flirtatiously. He headed back to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of Dr. Pepper, offering Cyrin a cup. "Thirsty?"

(He was deliberately silent, lol, but I’ll try)

Cyrin follows him, quiet for a moment, “Well. . . I mean. . . You said something unexpected and no one’s even said something like that to me.” He laughs softly, “I don’t know. It just threw me off. Not in a bad way though.”

He smiles, “Just water, please.” He leans against the counter, watching Arthur quietly.

Arthur slid him a glass of water, before leaning against the opposite side of the counter, his face close to Cyrin's. "Oh? Nobody has ever said you were probably pretty flexible?" He winked at Cyrin, before taking a drink of his Dr. Pepper. "Why does that catch you so off guard?"

Cyrin laughs, “Well, they have, just not the way you said it!” He drinks the waiter, “Because, I’ve never thought of that and it may be the death of me.” He smiles, “I don’t know. . . It just did.”

"Never thought of what?" Arthur looked confused. Cyrin was dancing around the topic, a bit, which should have made sense, given he was a dancer.

Cyrin looks at him, “I’ve never thought of being flexible that way.” He shrugs slightly, a smooth, fluid movement, just like all his other movements. He laughs softly, “I don’t know if I want to think of it that way or not.”

Arthur's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, you mean, like… you've never thought of it in a flirtatious way, and you don't know if you want to… got it." He looked down at his drink, ashamed it had taken him so long to figure out what Cyrin was trying to say.
"Well… sorry."

Cyrin laughs softly, “I mean. . . It might be nice to think about it that way. I haven’t decided yet.” He tilts his head slightly.

Arthur chuckled. "Wait… are you telling me you've never thought that way at all?" It wasn't a derisive laugh, just a realization.

Cyrin laughs, “Well. . . Not about being flexible, but I’ve thought that way about other things.” He shrugs slightly.

Arthur looked at him, as they sat there across the counter from each other. "Oh? About anybody in particular?"

Cyrin looks back, grinning slightly, “Of course. About who? That’s for me to know and you to perhaps find out.” He takes another drink of water.

Arthur chuckled and turned to put his cup by the sink.
"Ok, fine." He glanced at the clock. It was getting dark outside, heading towards 9 o'clock. "Well… you headed home tonight?" The offer was obvious: Or you could stay here…?

Cyrin looks at him, then outside quickly looking away from the windows, shrugging, “It’s too late to walk home. I could get a ride with a friend. . .” He sighs, “I don’t know.”