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.

“I am happy.” he said, a few more tears sneaking from his eyes. “I can’t help that I cry easily.” He was overjoyed. Eric wanted to be with him, to love him, and hold him, and all of the wonderful things he had done before. He closed the gap between them and pressed a quick, gentle kiss to Eric’s lips. “I’m so very sorry I hit you earlier.” he murmured against them.

His usual, cool exterior immediately dropped as their lips met. Alan’s lips tasted sweet. Sweeter than his memories could serve. "Ah, dinnae worry abou’ tha’, burd. I deserved it.” He stroked the other’s cheeks sweetly with an embarrassed chuckle, trying to dry them as best as he could.