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.
"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.
(In case you cant tell, Cyrin’s love language is touching-)
(poke)
(i promise ill respond to this at some point today. life has been a bit nuts recently, sorry about that)
(It’s fine, take you time :)
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.