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.

“What will people think of me, walking around with all your needles in me?” he teased. It was so wonderful, receiving so much positive attention in this way, being so close to someone, touching, being touched. He raised up a bit, looking at Eric with a bright smile, pale skin highlighted perfectly by his gentle blush. His hair was a bit mussed from Eric’s fingers running through it, but he didn’t mind one bit.

That smile had the power to bring Eric to his knees – should he have been standing, he would have been crippled to the floor. He smiled sweetly at Alan. It wasn’t the first time that he found himself wishing that they were lovers, but knowing better. Still, he allowed himself a small, soft murmur. “It wouldnae matter none. Yer still a bonnie flower, needles ‘r not."