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 may very well be.” He admitted. Knowing that he and he alone was seeing Eric in this way… “I feel very special to be allowed to see you like this, to see the flush on your cheeks and hear the bashfulness in your voice.” He pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I am going to spoil myself with you Eric Slingby.” He whispered. “Now that you’ve given yourself to me, I shall never want to let you go.” His words were dramatic, and he knew they were, but he was always one to speak his mind.

“I wouldn’ mind tha’.” Dramatic or not, Eric appreciated his words. He turned his head and placed a quick, nervous kiss to the corner of his the other reaper’s lips in return. “I’ll spoil ye rotten. Drink ye in drop by drop an’ savor each taste."