shi-no-toge:

Alan kissed him again. “Oh, you’re going to spoil me rotten.” he murmured against his lips. “I can’t wait.” Eric truly was his saving grace. When he was with him, he forgot about his disease. It was so different than being home alone with his thoughts. If anything could cure the thorns, he liked to think it was Eric. Being with him, laughing with him, forgetting about his stresses and relaxing with him. Maybe that could fix him. He knew it was wishful thinking, but putting his faith in something seemed to help.

“A sweet li'tle thing like ye, Alan? Yer more likely tae spoil me.” Eric quipped with a grin. He nipped at his lover’s plush lower lip delicately. “Ye already have. No one else is good enough for me now."