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:

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.

Eric’s breath was warm on his ear, and his words warm in his heart. Alan squeezed the other man tightly. He’d said it! He’d said that he loved him! He was so happy his heart could burst. “Oh Eric… I love you too.” he replied joyfully. “Hearing you say that… I’m the happiest reaper there is, thank you so very much.”

“Heh. ’m glad.” Prospects of tea long gone from his mind, Eric leaned in carefully and hesitated. The defined bridge of his nose brushing against Alan’s. He finally gathered his courage and pressed a tender kiss to his lover’s soft lips. His heart fluttered in his chest. 

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