shi-no-toge:

Alan was constantly amazed by Eric’s eloquence. “I’d love to.” he whispered, returning the kiss. He gently slipped atop him, what weight he had pressing down on Eric as he kissed him again. He could never be close enough, he needed to feel his warmth, to feel his heartbeat against him. “Everyday of our lives will be a page, and it will be the longest book ever written.” he murmured.

Eric rolled onto his back, pulling his lover atop him as he went. The taste of wine was so much sweeter on his lips as they kissed. Most people didn’t expect him to say things like that – he supposed he didn’t always expect it of himself, either. But he was a rather poetic man, deep down. Probably because his mother had spent so many years shoving it down his throat. 

“It’ll be the most interesting book in the world. We’ll see the whole world together. Pick flowers frae gardens ye’ve only read about, only dreamed o’ seein’.” He thought for a moment, then gave a slow smile. “Maybe we can start wi’ Glasgow."