Riku's lips were as addictive as a cigarette, as warm as a fire, and as sweet as sugar. If Riku would let him, he'd stay there all day.
Riku loved the feel of Xehanort against him as well, but loved to tease the older man with light caresses and shorter sessions.
Today was a little different though, as Riku had been sitting on his lap for nearly ten minutes, growing more aggressive as time went on, to the point that the word 'animalistic' wasn't totally unreasonable. Or even unreasonable at all. Riku pulled harshly at long, silver hair, making the golden-eyed man moan and moved to the now open neck, sucking to the point he tasted blood, then lapped at it affectionately.
"Is there something special about today?" Ansem wondered aloud.
"No, just trying something knew. Unless, of course, you don't like it," he smirked.
"Like it? I love it."
"That's good," he said, pulling away his lover's shirt, licking the line that was already exposed, then taking the devilish mouth back to the other, favoring pleasuring the muscled chest with his hands. I love role-reversal, Riku decided.