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 was silent, feeling somewhat embarrassed. “Y-yes…” he stammered nervously. “If it’s alright with you…?” The last thing he wanted was for the other reaper to be uncomfortable. But they had already shared the kisses on the cheek, what harm could a gentle peck on the lips do? He looked down, fiddling with his fingers nervously, awaiting Eric’s reply.

It was a few moments before Eric finally offered a reply. Scratching his cheek shyly, he murmured softly, “If tha’s wha’ ye want, then ye won it. It’s yer prize, yeah?” Though he was very nervous, and very sure that he’d be angry with himself for letting things go even this far, he nodded. “O’ course it’s a'right."