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.

Alan’s heart raced, and he slowly placed one hand on Eric’s shoulder, the other found his hand and held it tightly. This kiss was longer, a bit more passionate. He kissed back, chuckling softly at the scratchiness of the other man’s facial hair, but did not pull away. It wasn’t a kiss worthy of romance novels, but it was wonderful all the same.

While the kiss wasn’t perfect, but what it lacked it surely made up for in passion. Eric began slow and soft. His lips pressed to Alan’s a few times, each kiss melting into the next. Soon enough, the tip of his tongue grazed the seem of his lips. 

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