shi-no-toge:

Alan smiled at him fondly and stood up, stretching slightly as he did. A thin bit of his stomach was revealed as he raised his hands above his head and he made a soft noise. “Ah…~” 

He followed as Eric made his way over to the cottage, giving his hair a tousle before stepping inside.

Eric did his best to be a gentleman and not steal a glance. He managed it, but couldn’t help but notice that sweet little sound. Best not to think too hard about it. Inside of the cottage would have been suffocating darkness – if not for the gaping holes in the ceiling. Moonlight cut through the blackness and played against the Scotsman’s pale skin as he led the way. “This,” He began, “is the kitchen. We’ve go’ a windae o'er there, lookin’ o'er the garden. Ain’ much tae look at now, but we’ll ge’ a nice table.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “S'pose ye’ll wan’ some new curtains.”