shi-no-toge:

hanakotobawakodoku:

Entirely unaware that he had an audience, Eric kept it up. His movements were fluid, hips inspired to sway with the music and feet bouncing against the bed in time. Yes, he was the sort to go about dancing on his bed. And while he wasn’t bad at it, it seemed his balance needed a little work — for one wrong step and he was sent (in a fit of loud shouts and cursing) tumbling to the ground with a crash. Sheets tangled around his legs and hair disheveled.

Alan smiled shyly, pulling himself close to the other man in a gentle hug, face buried into his neck. He remained there a moment before pulling back slightly, face near to Eric’s as he looked into his eyes. “I will continue to be your light, if you will continue to be mine.” He murmured, rather overwhelmed with emotion. He pressed his hand to Eric’s chest a bit more firmly.

For the short time that Alan’s face buried into his neck, he’d turned to nuzzle his head affectionately. He pulled back slightly as the other did and locked gazes. “Yer light?” He repeated breathlessly. “I’m yer light?” Then, he added with a sheepish smile, “I s'pose arguin’ about tha’ would be pointless, too?”