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

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."

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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…"

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.

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.

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.

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

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."

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?"

Arthur glanced over at his computer desk, which was pretty sturdy, and stood about waist high. "Like this?" He stepped over to it and leaned back against it, demonstrating it was the right height.

Where is this going….

Arthur had to laugh, then, just a little. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but this was not it.
He followed instructions though, grinning at Cyrin.

Arthur just blinked at him.
Now, the fact was that he could do the splits, but his athleticism was something he generally didn't show people.
"Umm… what are the other ways to stretch?"