forum Crushing Hearts [Repost] (1/1)

Started April 05, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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"It is too. . . I find it comfortable. . ." Cyrin mumbles, "Very comfortable."

Arthur swallowed, not sure if he should suggest what he was about to suggest.
"Would… I mean, if you're comfortable… would you just wanna stay with me tonight?" He didn't push, didn't hurry to explain, didn't load physical affection on top of the offer. Just offered it and let Cyrin think about it.

Cyrin looks at him, debating for a long moment. He then sighs softly and nods, “Yeah. . . I can.” He smiles softly at Arthur and nuzzles close again, still laying his head on his shoulder. He lets out a soft breath, uzzling close to him a little more.

Arthur let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, and kissed Cyrin's forehead again. "I'd, uh…. I'd like that."
Cyrin pressed closer, and Arthur tightened his arms, melding their bodies together as much as he comfortably could. "We can sleep out here, though…. my bed is plenty big enough." That sounded like he was making a move, which wasn't what he'd meant, but he let it stand.

Cyrin snuggles into Arthur, nestling into him and relaxing as he pulls him closer. He smiles slightly, laughing softly and looks at Arthur, “I’m fine in either place, I’m not picky.” He murmurs, closing his eyes and resting his forehead back on Arthur’s shoulder.

Arthur chuckles. "You sure about that? You're kinda particular about your likes and dislikes." He shifted so that Cyrin would be more comfortable, before going on.
"Like, uh… do you have a thing about heights?" He couldn't remember if they'd talked about this before, or if it was just something he'd picked up on.

Cyrin hums, “Yes, I’m sure.” He mumbles, closing his eyes. He tenses at the mention of heights, and looks at Arthur, “Well. . .” He bites his lip, looking away, “Kinda. . .” He mumbles, “I. . . I’m afraid of man made heights. Specially man made.”

He shifts slightly, “I can stand, or even sit, on a cliff for hours, but a plane or a tall building?” He shakes his head.

Arthur tightened his arms a bit, doing his best to make Cyrin feel safe and secure. He held eye contact while Cyrin looked at him, and didn't push for it once the dancer looked away. "Any particular reason for that? You don't have to tell me if it's like, some traumatic story that happened to you when you were a kid or something." He did want to know, but prying would get him nowhere.

Cyrin shakes his head, No, not really. But irrational fears will be irrational." He smiles, laughing softly. "I thinks it's that I don't feel stable or something. I don't really know." He sighs softly, pressing his face into Arthurs shoulder more.

"That makes sense. Doesn't have to be rational to be real." Arthur personally thought it was silly, but he wasn't about to say that.
They stayed there, cuddled up and holding each other, for a long quiet moment. Eventually, Arthur's breathing began to slow as he relaxed and started to drift off.

(Sorry for the long silence, something had come up)

Cyrin hums softly, closing his eyes. He yawns slightly, lifting his hand to rub at his face. He wondered why he was so tired, he hadn’t really done anything besides move boxes and go out to eat lunch. It wasn’t even that late yet, and he’d usual stayed up later doing much more taxing thing to his body. Such as dancing for hours on end. He didn’t mind it though, he felt comfortable. Maybe not completely safe, not yet, but comfortable.

(youre ok, ive done it to you plenty. Hope everythings ok)

(also, I think they were out for supper, so its later. The conversation in the restaurant took a while. Not that it makes a huge difference, but just so we're on the same page)

Arthur was asleep by the time Cyrin moved, and all it did was serve to cause him to snuggle in closer. Cyrin was taller, which meant in order for Arthur to hold him, they had to be essentially laying on top of each other. At least at a bit of a slanted angle, anyway.
So when Cyrin moved his hands, Arthur gently pulled their bodies flush. His breathing didn't change, and he didn't open his eyes, clearly still out.

(I think it was a late lunch and early dinner- lol)

Cyrin felt his face heat slightly, and he holds onto Arthur for a moment. He closes his eyes and then shifts slightly, trying to roll over so Arthur was on top of him. Though, it was difficult on the couch, and after a moment, he gave up and poked Arthur gently.

(thumbs up)

Arthur woke up slowly, blinking at Cyrin. "Oh, hi… didn't mean to fall asleep on you exactly… haven't been sleeping real well and you're comfy." He sat up, blinking. "Am I squishing you? I'm sorry…"

“No. . . You’re not, I just wanted to go somewhere more comfortable than the couch? I feel like I’m the one doing the squishing.” He laughs softly, grinning. He sits up with Arthur, running his hand through his hair and yawning.

Arthur shook his head sleepily. "You're not squishing me, you're lightweight." He stood up, doing the stumble of someone still half asleep, and gently pulled Cyrin with him by his hand. "My bed is bigger, come with me?" He nodded towards his bedroom.

Arthur was truly sleepy. But Sixclaw was awake, and was aware that if he could get Cyrin to go to sleep with him, the cycle could start. The way Arthur had played it, it may even be successful, who knew…

Cyrin yawns softly, and smiles slightly at Arthur. "Lightweight? That's good I suppose." He followed Arthur at the slight tug on his hand, awning again. He had no clue why he was so tired, only that he was tired. "Yeah, I'll come."

His footsteps were still sure as he followed Arthur, though his movements were not as graceful as they normally were.

Arthur stumbled to his room, pushed the door open, and gently pulled Cyrin into bed with him. He wrapped his arms back around Cyrin's middle, flopped onto his side, and pulled Cyrin in close.

The room, as before, was dark and quiet, well-suited to sleep. The bed seemed more comfortable with Arthur in it, though.
He was out cold within a couple of minutes, though so part of him was aware of Cyrin still.

(Sorry about that-)

Cyrin snuggles close, resting his head on Arthur’s chest. He relaxes slowly, closing his eyes and yawning. Sleep slowly settled over him, and he eventually falls asleep, juggled close to Arthur and relaxed.