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My third fanfic. Third POV. If you have a dirty/ish? mind you might catch on to what's going on. Hopefully, anyways. xDD
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Where We Start
It's Riku's idea, ofcourse.
☆Riku/Sora/Kairi
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It's Riku's idea, of course, and there's a good ten seconds after he suggests it that Sora and Kairi just kind of both stand there like they must have heard him wrong. Some really petty corner of Sora's mind is glad that Kairi is caught off guard, too, so it's not like she'll be able to hold it over his head later.
"Um," he says, when he can't stand the silence anymore, "how does that even work?"
Riku blinks at him. "You don't have any experience with this?" He sounds so surprised that Sora's tan cheeks flush a light pink, sky-blue lowering to stare hard at his big, neon-yellow shoes. They were shiny. "I thought you and Kairi . . .?"
"Well, basically, yes," Kairi says, and that is definitely something Sora will have to ask about later, "back in the secret cave we almost did, but then you came in and well, you know -- you do realize there are three of us though, right?"
Sora's hand twitches uselessly by his side as she casts him a coy, violet-eyed glance, cherry lips quirking just ever so slightly.
"Hmm," Riku says, "I thought you might have progressed farther than that. But I guess that will make things easier." He starts taking off his gloves, looking between the two of them meaningfully. "About time. We talked about this practically ages ago didn't we? You remember, don't you Sora?"
At this the Keybearer shakes his head rigorously, mottled brown hair flouncing in his face. He most certainly did NOT!
Either not seeing him or just choosing to ignore his reaction altogether, Riku turns to Kairi with the hint a smirk on his features, aquamarine irises holding her violet-blue gaze steadily. "It would be a lot easier if we did this all at once, unless one of you would rather plain just sit out . . . but this way to me seemed the best route to go to avoid anyone getting jealous."
Sora still has objections, he's pretty sure, starting with but we're both boys, but Kairi is taking off her sun-hat with the pretty blue-bow and Riku is grinning at her and -- there's no way, Sora realizes all at once, that he's going to just leave the two of them here like this.
"Okay," he says, reaching to undo the first button on his shirt, his heart pounding. "You win. Where do we start?"
Riku comes over to him, and Sora turns bright red like a fire truck and clenches his eyes shut, expecting something but not exactly sure what when he feels the older's boy's callous, rough finger-tips brush against his wrist, Sora opening his palm automatically only to find something --
Juicy. Moist. Wet.
Blinking, Sora slowly opens his eyes only to stare curiously down at his hand, brow creasing with confusion as he uncurls his fingers only to reveal a piece of moist, yellow fruit, the sweet nectar dripping all over his hand. Paopu. Or at least a piece of one.
Out of the corner of his eye he spots Kairi giving him a weird look, munching on her own broken-off piece of the star-shaped fruit idly, eyes seeming to say "wtf?"
Oh, Sora thinks when he raises shocked, cerulean oculars to greet amused aquamarine. Oh.