Arthur nodded quickly, clearly happy about the invite. "Absolutely! I'll text you before, just to make sure you're still home and it's all good still and everything." He sighed, just a little, as Cyrin leaned into him.
"….Well… I guess I gotta let you go for the night then, huh?" he clearly didn't want to.
Cyrin doesn’t say s anything, not moving either. He supposed he should go, but he didn’t want to either. He looked at Arthur, quiet. “I. . . I guess. . .” He mumbles.
Arthur bit his lip for a moment. "Though… I mean… you live just a floor down, so…. wanna come over for a bit?" He reached for the elevator button, ready to send them up to his floor if Cyrin agreed.
His expression as he looked up at Cyrin was… oddly vulnerable.
Cyrin looks at him and then smiles, “Sure.” He leans onto Arthur a little more, relaxing. “I mean. . .” Cyrin laughs softly and closes his eyes for a moment, “Yeah, I can.” He bites his lip, though he looked a little happier at the invitation to come over. Though he felt a little sub-conscious about the fact the he jumped the gun and practically answered before the words had finished leaving Arthur’s mouth. He shifted slightly.
Arthur wasn't bothered by how quickly Cyrin responded, because he was jabbing the button as soon as Cyrin didn't say no. He smiled and squeezed Cyrin's hand, before looping an arm around the dancer's waist. "Well, then we don't have to say bye for a bit."
The elevator dinged, and Arthur stepped out, careful not to pull on Cyrin too much. He opened his door, and they stepped into his apartment.
Cyrin moves with Arthur, leaning on him slightly, not putting his full weight on the other man, but a light and gentle pressure. He nods, “Yeah. . . We don’t.” He smiles and closes his eyes, humming softly to himself.
Arthur stood there for a moment, enjoying the little bit of pressure from Cyrin.
"So… you said you draw?" He couldn't remember if they'd talked about that before tonight. "What do you like to draw?"
Cyrin hums softly, “I can draw anything really, if I put my mind to it. I do realism.” He looks at Arthur, smiling slightly. Of course, Cyrin knew he was good at art, the scholarship he’d gotten to go to the Art school told him so. But he was not one to brag about his talents. He never liked bragging or braggers.
Arthur brightened. "Realism, huh? So, like portraits and stuff?" He wasn't really too sure about art terms and all that stuff, but if Cyrin was interested, he needed to be too.
Cyrin looks at Arthur, nodding, “Yup.” He pulls away slightly, still staying in contact with Arthur and he makes a move to head to the couch. He hums, “Portraits. . . Or, anything really, like a cat, house, cars. Anything.”
Arthur followed him, and plopped down on the comfy cushions, pulling Cyrin into him a bit. "We talking painting or like, colored pencils, or crayons, or what?"
“All of the above.” He says, snuggling close to Arthur, “I’m partial to markers and color pencils.” He smiles slightly, leaning on Arthur. “Though I can paint when the occasions requires it. I can also use crayons, but I avoid it as much as possible.”
Arthur nodded, thinking, before pulling his face back a bit.
"So what do you focus on when you draw? Like if you were to draw my face, what would you focus on to get it right?" It was partially real curiosity, but also just an excuse for Cyrin to take a long look at his face.
Cyrin looks at him, examine the features of his face, “Your eyes. Not the sape of anything, that’s easy, but. . . The life behind them. To make the picture seem real. That’s always the hardest part.”
Arthur blinked his big brown eyes up at Cyrin, a bit flattered. "Oh… Sounds like it would be…" In examining his face, Cyrin had moved in a little closer, and Arthur didn't bother to lean away now.
"Anybody ever tell you you've got pretty eyes?" he said quietly.
Cyrin blushed slightly, blinking, “I. . .” His gaze flicks away, slightly embarrassed, “No. . . Not really. Besides my mother, but that doesn’t count.” He laughed softly, shifting slightly, looking back at Arthur’s face.
Arthur gave him a soft smile, and looped his arms around Cyrin, in order to pull him closer.
"Well. Then nobody's really been paying attention, other than your mother. Because you do, you have really pretty eyes."
He let himself admire them for a moment, enjoying the way Cyrin's blush made the dark brown seem darker.
Cyrin leans closer to Arthur, “Thanks, Arthur. . .” He smiles brightly at Arthur, “Well, you have pretty eyes as well. . .”
Arthur shook his head, just a little bit. "You're just saying that cuz I said it…"
He glanced at Cyrin's lips, telegraphing what he was about to do, and leaned in close enough for his breath to ghost across Cyrin's face. "But thanks,.anyway…"
Cyrin smiles and leaning into him a little more, "But I do find your eyes pretty. Or should I compliment something else?" He asks sofy, looking at him and smiling softly.
Cyrin didn't lean away, so Arthur went for it.
He closed the gap and kissed Cyrin, not hard, but firmly, and not long, but just long enough to convey his affection.
He pulled back after a moment, eyes searching Cyrin's face for any reaction, good or bad.
"You can compliment whatever you like…" he said quietly.
Cyrin leaned into the kiss slightly, closing his eyes, kissing him back. When Arthur pulled away, Cyrin smiles at him, and then presses his face into Arthur's shoulder, relaxing against him. "Hmm. . . Ok. . ." He smiles, " You have an amazing smile that lights up the room. . ."
Arthur planted a kiss on Cyrin's cheek, in response to the compliment. "Oh?" There'd been no flinch, no problem. In fact, Cyrin had kissed him right back, so that was a good sign. He kept his arms around the dancer, pulling him in even closer.
Cyrin nodded, "Mhmm. . . I like your smile. . ." He laughs softly, "Maybe I should do things that are so stupid they're funny. . . Just to see you smile." Cyrin jokes softly, looking up at Arthur and resting his chin on his shoulder.
Arthur grinned at him. "You mean like insisting on laying your head on my shoulder, despite being taller than me? That can't be comfortable." He kissed Cyrin's forehead this time, letting his lips linger on the spot.