shi-no-toge:

He loved how often Eric kissed him, it was absolutely wonderful. He returned the kiss gently. He never got tired of the roughness of his lips, the soft prickle of his facial hair. Everything was so very addicting, and he knew he’d never tire of it.

As he pulled back from his lover’s lips and broke the kiss. The wind gave a hushed murmur over the tall blades of grass and wildflowers. Fireflies danced and twinkled among gossamer stars. But as beautiful as the scene was around him, as perfect as a painting, Eric had only eyes for Alan. “So, love…  would ye like tae see our home?”