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 winced slightly, sides still bruised from Eric’s harsh grip during his nightmare, but continued to laugh. Eric had no reason to feel guilty for what he’d done, and he certainly wasn’t going to ruin the wonderful moment by complaining. He could lay like they were forever. “You’ll be the laughing stock of the dispatch~” He teased, squeezing Eric back in retaliation, giving his side a little pinch.

Eric noticed and pulled his hands back. He did feel a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach. If only he’d been more careful! But soon enough he was laughing and trying to squirm away from Alan’s hands. “N-No!” He laughed, gently pushing his hands away. “Don’!"