Crushing Hearts [Repost] (1/1)

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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?"

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.