shi-no-toge:

He gasped softly at the gentle stimulation. Eric’s hands were large, rough from years of wielding his deathscythe. “You… really think so?” He asked, raising his gaze to meet Eric’s eyes. His fingers continued to play against Eric’s skin before wandering towards the lowest button on his shirt. He unbuttoned it, then the one above it.

“I do. I know so.” Eric’s hands migrated to his lovers slender shoulders and down his arms. His gaze lingered upon the spidery, raised scars on his wrists just for a moment. “The most beautiful person in the whole world." 

© OCTOMOOSEY