Anonymous whispered:

"Alan had heard the noise a few minutes ago, and thought nothing of it, but eventually his curiosity got the best of him. He trod down the hallway, following the music to Eric's bedroom. Though he knew it was impolite, he peeped in through the crack in the door, astonished to find the reaper dancing! Alan couldn't help smiling, and watched in curiosity. He never took the other man to be the dancing sort... but it certainly looked fun. He wasn't sure he could keep up though. (shi-no-toge)"

shi-no-toge:

hanakotobawakodoku:

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.

“Sorry!” Eric was still laughing. “Sure ye are, ye li’tle devil!” He reached out to poke Alan’s stomach. “Ye ain’ sorry! No’ one bit! I bet yer e’en proud o’ yerself!" 

Alan giggled at the poke. “Maybe just a bit. I, Alan Humphries, have single handedly defeated the proud Eric Slingby!” He said dramatically, grinning down at the other man.

"Oh have ye?” Eric pushed himself up and, without much warning at all, pressed a quick kiss to the man’s cheek. He was beginning to feel more comfortable about giving out affection. Then again, it might be the lack of sleep. 

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