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.

“That sounds absolutely wonderful.” Alan murmured. He was silent a moment, simply enjoying the other man’s presence, listening to the sound of his breath, inhaling his scent. “Would you… like to stay the night?” he asked shyly. “It is late after all… and my bed will seem awfully empty after all of this affection.”

“I’d be happy tae,” Eric answered him without hesitating, flashing a grin. “I was hopin’ ye wouldn’ make me walk all the way home.” His hands drifted to Alan’s shoulders and he massaged them delicately. He thought back to the nights they’d already shared together; memories of his warm, small body nestled close to his side and sweet kisses landing like butterflies on his cheeks returned to him. “But ’m no’ goin’ anywhere near yer bed until ye eat.”