shi-no-toge:

hanakotobawakodoku:

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 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. 

Slightly embarassed, but no less content, Alan sighed happily. “My Eric.” He replied softly. Nothing on earth could bring him down now. He was invincible. 

“Now then. As yer lov’r, I don’ feel s’ bad about pesterin’ ye tae eat.” Eric squeezed the other man’s sides playfully. He was still fairly nervous that getting too close to Alan might spell disaster for his plans, but he knew that keeping him alive would mean keeping him happy. This was what made him happy. And, as it seemed, happier than anything else. As it turned out, the same could be said for himself. “Yer poor li’tle stomach needs a li’tle lovin’, too.”