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.

A pink flush settled across Alan’s cheeks as Eric’s lips melded with his own again and again. It was his own personal heaven.

He gasped softly as he felt the other reaper’s tongue against his lips. He’d never had that sort of kiss before, and a small part of him wanted to pull away in uncertainty, but another wanted to share a new experience with Eric, with the man he’d grown to love. He parted his lips ever so slightly in invitation.

Eric shuddered, but pulled back somewhat shyly. There would be plenty of time for kisses like that in the future. He pressed his cheek sweetly to Alan’s and gave him a loving nuzzle, ears burning with embarrassment. “M’ burd.” He murmured softly.