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 pondered a moment. Any normal individual might have suggested something rather dirty, or far fetched, but after a few minutes thinking he opened his mouth and asked very shyly. “May… may I have a real kiss?” He was certain the other man would refuse, but he had said anything he wanted, and at that moment he wanted nothing more.

“A real kiss?” Eric studied the other reaper carefully, hesitantly. He wasn’t so sure if that was good idea. However, he had agreed to do whatever Alan had wanted. He’d won a prize, after all. Should he regret it in the morning, that was an entirely different situation. But even still… “Are ye sure tha’s wha’ ye want?"