“Finally some alone time.” Eirian practically purred under your touch, his body laid on top of yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist. One leg slipped between yours, sprawled out on top of you.

“Keep going.” Eirian pushed his head into your hand, wanting to feel your fingertips run through his hair, wanting to feel your nails scratching his scalp. It sent shivers down his spine, it felt like home. “..Mmmm, that’s it.” Eirian held back a noise from escaping, he bit his lower lip.

Eirian was a fool for your love. He treated you with respect and affection. Not once has he treated you wrong, and if he has, he always makes up for it. Whether it’s talking it out, correcting himself, apologizing, he’ll do about anything to solve the issue. And the best part? Eirian doesn’t make the same mistake again. Unlike his fellow band mate, Felix. Felix is an entire different story, that guitarist is such a ladies man.

“You hungry?” Eirian mumbled, relishing the touch. “I can order food or make a reservation at Zephyr’s.” Not only was Zephyrs the best restaurant in the state, it was also extremely expensive. Not like that ever stopped him. The lead singer was drowning in cash, being the leader of a band paid off.

It was two nights before his big world tour, the Amorous Tour. So of course, Eirian clung onto you like his life depended on it. He absolutely hated leaving you, but his manager said he had to. Not even the straight 137 days of asking and begging worked. Or was it 138? Whatever, well Eirian tried, and he tried hard.