Improved! Pervy Urk ;D ))
(( So, I sketched a thing. It’s still pretty rough, but I’m somewhat happy with it. =w= It was an old piece I started a while ago, but scrapped. I kicked the old sketch and started from scratch. They also originally were wearing glasses, but I decided it looked a bit more intimate without them.
might not be porn, but here it is
Art by me, Hanakotobawakodoku.
Artist: Amy Winehouse
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amy winehouse - rehab
i ain’t got the timeand if my daddy thinks i’m fine
he’s tried to make me go to rehab
but i won’t go, go, go
oops another preview))
Anonymous whispered:
"Alan had heard the noise a few minutes ago, and thought nothing of it, but eventually his curiosity got the best of him. He trod down the hallway, following the music to Eric's bedroom. Though he knew it was impolite, he peeped in through the crack in the door, astonished to find the reaper dancing! Alan couldn't help smiling, and watched in curiosity. He never took the other man to be the dancing sort... but it certainly looked fun. He wasn't sure he could keep up though. (shi-no-toge)"
Entirely unaware that he had an audience, Eric kept it up. His movements were fluid, hips inspired to sway with the music and feet bouncing against the bed in time. Yes, he was the sort to go about dancing on his bed. And while he wasn’t bad at it, it seemed his balance needed a little work — for one wrong step and he was sent (in a fit of loud shouts and cursing) tumbling to the ground with a crash. Sheets tangled around his legs and hair disheveled.
Alan was caught off balance and was sent tumbling to the ground, legs splayed apart slightly. “Oof!” Fortunately a rather soft bed of flowers broke his fall, petals raining down upon him as he lay. He huffed, dislodging a petal from his cheek. “See what you’ve done now, you brute.” he said, crossing his arms and giving Eric his best ‘I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed’ look.
Keeping from laughing proved difficult. Eric moved to stand over him, glancing left and right. “Alan? Oh, Alan?” He called with a lopsided smile. “I don’ see ye anywhere! Jus’ these flowers! Ahhh, migh’ as well jus’….” Turning round, he eased down and flopped onto Alan, “take a nap on these comfy lookin’ flowers!”