shi-no-toge:

Alan shook his head, bits of wispy brown hair tossing about. “No, not really.” He said with a smile. He was rather fond of Eric’s. occasional risqueness.

“Jus’ like I though’.” Eric chuckled and cupped his lover’s soft, pale cheek leaning down close so that their lips barely brushed. That smile was intoxicating. How he wanted to tease it with kiss after kiss. “I love ye, burd.”

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