Post-KH2 ficlet in which Riku is of age. Written to The Nutcracker, Op. 71: No. 12b Character Dances: Coffee (Arabian Dance) because I love Tchaikovsky.
There's more to this story, but it's quite mature and is now only located on my livejournal.
Disclaimer: dood, fanfiction. Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, and the characters and universes therein are the property of Disney and Square Enix. I receive no remuneration for this work; it is a parody and as such utilizes the Fair Use clause of the Copyright Act.
Cloud turned slightly on the couch as Riku shifted closer, his movements careful and deliberate. One of the blond's hands touched and slid encouragingly along his upper arm as a slender hand settled on his thigh for balance. He was fine with Riku setting the pace of their interaction; as much as he wanted to be intimate with the young man he'd grown to care so deeply for, he didn't want to make Riku feel rushed or uncomfortable in any way.
The pale face drew even closer, then hesitated just inches from Cloud's. "I'm...nervous."
"It's just a kiss, if that's all you want it to be," the blond replied quietly.
Bright aquamarine eyes shifted to Cloud's sudden soft smile, and Riku found himself unable to contain the faintest of grins.
Cloud moved his other arm from atop the back of the couch and brushed silken strands of hair behind one of Riku's ears before continuing. "It's not like we haven't done that before."
"Well...that, yeah." Riku's cheeks heated slightly. "I thought tonight...unless..."
"There's nothing I'd like more." Cloud's whisper was heartfelt and reassuring, and he stroked the younger man's jaw gently with his thumb. After a moment, sensing that he still needed a little nudge, the older of the two took the initiative and leaned forward. His lips parted, breath mingling sensually with Riku's; he tilted his head to nearly touch his mouth to his lover's before pulling back minutely and angling his head in the other direction, teasing him just enough to prompt Riku to close the distance and fuse their mouths together. Cloud made a small sound of approval, calloused fingers slipping gently into silver hair as their kiss deepened. The warm hand on Cloud's thigh gave a tentative squeeze and the blond man shivered; it was all the movement he could manage before Riku smoothly straddled his legs, settling his knees comfortably on either side of Cloud's hips.
"Riku..." Cloud breathed. He wasted no time re-engaging their kiss, grasping the slim waist before him and lightly flexing his fingers against the loose fabric gathered there.
Riku sighed against Cloud's mouth and pressed forward into the touch, resting his palms against the front of the swordsman's shirt as their tongues began dancing in a delicious, promising rhythm. Suddenly, Riku pulled away, and they both gasped for air. Both pairs of luminous eyes opened to fix intensely upon the other's.
"Upstairs?"
"'kay."