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.

“Thank you.” he said softly. Even if nothing was resolved, he would take comfort in the other man leaving peacefully. He slowly slid his hand from Eric’s face to his shoulder, partially to comfort, and partially to steady himself as they made their way to the kitchen. The moonlight shone through the window, lighting the table in the breakfast nook. He didn’t really want to turn on the lights. Instead, he carefully lit a few candles, bathing the kitchen in a warm glow. 

Eric did take comfort it in, and he was sad to feel Alan pull away to light the candles. He moved to the table and didn’t sit. His eyes lingered on Alan as he moved to admire the softness of his cheeks and the way that his lashes fluttered again them. Those plush, subtly parted lips he remembered the taste of… He looked down. “ … Have ye eaten today?"