Title: D: Dessert
Pairing: Riku/Sora
Category: Romance, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Obviously, not mine.
Notes: Editing completed on 04/21/07.

"Hmm… you taste good."

Really?

"Yes, very good. Better than the last time if possible."

Wow. Thank you…

"You're what I call… creamier." Blue eyes skimmed his prey. "Definitely."

You are so nice to me. What's your name?

"Sora… but hush, you'll spoil the moment."

Sora… I like how that sounds…Sora.

Sora.

Sora.

"Sora?"

Hm?

"Sora?" a distant voice called to him.

"I thought I said don't talk. Now, you are spoiling the moment Riku."

Riku silently shut his mouth, "Right" he breathed.

Quietly, Sora turned his attention back to his task, "Yes Mr. Milkshake… you definitely taste better."

Ever so slowly a white thick drop of vanilla milkshake ran down the side of Sora's mouth. Riku couldn't help himself but stare and lean over the kitchen table, hovering inches away from Sora's face, gaze fixated on the small droplet of melted ice cream on Sora's tan flesh.

The brown haired boy sighed and without looking up huffed, "Riikuu…" his pink lips still puckered around the white red stripped straw.

Riku scoffed and leaned back against the backing of the kitchen seat. He crossed his arms and looked at Sora who was still drinking his milkshake, intriguingly and very sensually. It was rather a turn on.

"Honestly Sora, on this hot humid day, I, being the very kind hearted love of your life, make you a little dessert and as a thanks, you decide to become so engrossed with an inanimate object," Riku continued waving his hand about, "much less a food," he mumbled, "that you have a conversation with it instead of paying attention to me!" he finally finished, shaking his head. "And not to mention you are purposely trying to torment me!"

Riku threw his arms up to emphasize.

"Tell me, is food more important than me?" the silver haired boy asked, hopeful. He picked up his head slowly, hoping that Sora would smile and assure him that Riku was his one and only. But, it was replaced by his love still drinking his dessert, obviously not paying attention.

Frustrated, Riku sprawled himself on the cold table, arms thumping lightly across it and face down the surface. He groaned loudly, "I give up."

Sora hummed quietly to himself and sighed, "If you knew you are going to be this distracted, why didn't you just make yourself one too?"

Good point.

Face still on the table, Riku began to drum his fingers impatiently. He needed to find a way to distract himself without leaving Sora's presence; after all, he did promise him that he'd stay with him for the day. Even if his sex drive was silently nagging him all because of Sora's eating techniques.

Even if.

"Sora…" Riku whined. It was actually very unlike him to whine, but he knew Sora was probably just messing with him; no way would a milkshake infatuate the boy so much. No way.

"Riku, stop," Sora replied nonchalantly, still engrossed.

With his efforts failed, Riku stopped and suddenly had an idea. If Sora wants to be this way, fine, two can play at this game. Fight fire with fire.

Lust with lust.

"You know there are other things of that color you enjoy," Riku whispered, slowly rising from the table surface. He could have sworn he felt Sora shiver from his words. But if Sora wants to act all innocent, Riku shall play dirty.

Really dirty.

"You and I both know it too," he said huskily. Riku made his way closer towards Sora across the table, making sure he remain as calm as ever. Not to mention in control as well.

Much to his surprise, Sora still remained motionless, drinking his milkshake as if nothing was happening.

A soft hand reached up and casually stroked tan flesh, enjoying the feel of body heat with a side of chill from the drink. It gently began to move towards the mess of chocolate locks, causing the slightest little mewl to escape. Gotcha.

Riku smirked at his success; truthfully… this was getting fun.

The hand began to lightly massage Sora's scalp, which always got to him. Four seconds into this, Riku was rewarded once again with a small purr of content and another shiver.

Soon Riku started to inch once again closer to Sora's face, "So… I can get a reaction from you."

Sora nodded hesitantly and dropped the straw from his mouth causing vanilla to escape and coat his lips, "Actually, I shivered cause I swallowed too much and it made me cold," he replied smoothly.

The table shook as Riku fell back onto it.

"You're kidding me!" he moaned out, defeated. This was starting to get… too competitive.

Rose lips found themselves back around the straw again, "I'm just not in the mood now," Sora said plainly.

"Wrong! You're just doing this to me to get to me!" the older boy said frustrated as he banged his head on the table.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are!"

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are so! You are deliberately doing this to drive me crazy you stubborn ass!"

"No I'm not."

"Yes you— arrghhhhh!!" Riku screamed flailing his arms, "That's it!" he exclaimed, "I'm leaving!"

"Fine, go ahead," Sora said, reaching across the table for a spoon and digging it in the thick white cream. Carefully he brought it up and plunged it into his mouth, taking it out and licking every last drop. Then Sora stuck out his tongue and licked his sugary fingers, painfully slow for Riku. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Angered, Riku got up from the table and stormed out reaching for the kitchen door.

"Shit," he cursed when he was about to turn the knob, not caring about how loud his voice was.

Riku spun around and went back to retrieve his keys left on the table, only… Sora wasn't sitting at it anymore. His silver house keys were, but no Sora.

Where'd the hell he go? He thought to himself. Fine. Riku reached for his keys and spun around to head to the door. Suddenly, out of nowhere something freezing cold was splattered down the front of him. He let out a loud gasp and dropped the keys, the sound of metal hitting the linoleum floor and a distinct snicker.

Riku stood there stunned as the vanilla milkshake dripped down the front of him, soaking his clothes and oozing on the floor. Sora remained in front of his boyfriend with the empty plastic cup in hand. The brunette dropped it, a resonating clang being the only noise as it fell to the floor. Unexpectedly, Sora grinned and began to walk over to his much stunned Riku. He wrapped his arms around his love and shivered at the feel of the milkshake suddenly seeping through his own shirt. Sora stood up on his toes and whispered in Riku's ear.

"You're so cute when you get all flustered."

His small tongue darted out and licked the trail of sugary white on Riku's face, "Vanilla is my favorite," he breathed huskily. "Well, after the..." he paused, "other thing of that color."

It took Riku a few more seconds to realize he actually was right, in Sora was just trying to mess with him. The little bastard.

"You conniving little bastard," he said through gritted teeth and without warning, Riku captured Sora's lips and began to kiss him passionately.

"And you horny perv," Sora replied between a gasp as they began to kiss more deeply, hands roaming under each other's sticky shirts. The brunette started to snake a hand between their bodies and found what he was feeling for.

Riku gasped amid the kiss just when his love grabbed the bulge in front of his pants. Sora took this opportunity to slip his tongue into Riku's mouth, pulling back and biting on the flushed bottom lip. He continued to rub his boyfriend's surging length through the material, loving every shuddering breath Riku breathed in and out. Sora found himself being lowered to the cool tiled floor while he still kept his hand in check, never stopping his motions, but only slowing them down, prolonging the sensations.

With both on the floor, Riku quickly batted Sora's hand away and ground his hips down, meeting a lovely familiar hardness. Gradually, he began to start a rhythm, not too quick as Sora twisted in pleasure beneath him, panting erratically while Riku rolled his hips and lowered his head, hovering over Sora's tan flesh. He darted his tongue and with one long swipe, dragged it over Sora's throat, relishing in the loud cry and feel of a racing pulse beneath his tongue.

"No…" Sora managed to breathe amidst the intensity of this moment. "Nnn, not yet…"

He happened to squirm out underneath Riku who whimpered at the loss of contact but was it was replaced by a deep growl as in one quick movement, Sora quickly maneuvered onto his knees and managed to kneel in front of Riku's clothed erection. He nuzzled the bulge with his nose gently and licked it through the cloth, hard.

"Fuck!" Riku gasped, bringing his hands up to dig his fingers in Sora's hair.

Once he gained back his wits, Riku reached his hands down, unbuckling Sora's pants rapidly as Sora did the same, hands shaking with lust at trying to pull Riku's blue shorts off.

In one fluid motion, fingers found their way towards a familiar waiting puckered entrance, begging to be intruded.

"No, just fuck me already!"

Sora smiled and threw off his shirt carelessly, Riku ridding of his as well, throwing the last garment to the side. The brunette lingered over Riku placing a hand on each side of Riku's head on the floor. His blues eyes fell upon that creamy white neck, glistening slightly in the sun still covered with little remains of milkshake and sweat.

"Sora…" Riku moaned growing desperate.

With one quick thrust, Sora buried his cock into Riku, crying out and throwing his head back.

Panting, he looked back to see if his lover was okay, "Riku…" blue eyes coming to meet emerald.

"Are you okay?" he asked unsure if he had hurt Riku from such a sudden intrusion.

"Fine, be better if you moved." The silver haired boy panted and rolled his hips causing Sora gasp in response.

Gradually, Sora began to build up a pace, starting out slow for a few thrusts and quickening his speed, feeling and hearing the sound of skin against skin.

In next to no time the sound of hungry moans and cries filled the kitchen as Riku began to writhe beneath Sora madly, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling of being pounded into. The fullness he felt each time Sora drove into him, harder than before, just the way he liked it. Suddenly Riku arched off the ground, being hit in the prostate and slammed his fist against the floor. Soon he was being hit over and over right on the spot, almost it never leaving. The feeling shot through him like a drug, igniting his nerves and sending sensations of glorious pleasure through out his whole body. He wanted Sora to shoot him up all day… illicitly and illegally.

Somewhere between this all, Sora wrapped a hand around Riku's cock and pumped it in time with his thrusts; up, in, down, out, up, in, down, out.

Silver hair plastered against his sweat soaked face, Riku cried out from the double sensation, almost nearing his orgasm and feeling Sora's build up as well.

"Sora… I'm gonna—"

With one last hard and strong stroke, Riku rolled his hips up once more and screamed out his lover's name as he came in endless streams of white ribbons, splattering Sora's torso. His come gleaming against such beautiful tan flesh.

"Sora!"

His muscles clenched hard around Sora's pumping cock, sending him over the edge. With a few more sharp thrusts, Sora cried aloud feeling his release explode inside Riku, coating his insides, his wet muscles being immensely tight. With new heights he soared up to the heavens, his cum dripping out of Riku, staining the checkered floor. Riku held Sora's gaze as the last effects of their orgasms washed over them, enjoying the love they passed through the look. Finally spent, Sora pulled out slowly and collapsed on top of Riku, exhausted.

"Mmm, that felt really good," he murmured nuzzling against Riku's neck.

The silver haired boy nodded, "You can be such a devious asshole."

Sora gently nipped at Riku's neck. "Mmm, yeah… but it's such a nice asshole," he said sleepily.

Riku smirked and tenderly got on top of Sora. He bent down and kissed the tip of his nose lovingly. "Good," he replied, "Because now it's my turn." Riku finished with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

Sora's eyes narrowed and he said playfully, "Pfft, since this morning, this would be the fourth time this day…"

"What? You tired?" Riku challenged pushing his awakened arousal against a warm bottom.

Sora smiled and lightly hit his lover's sweat covered chest, "Hornball…"

"You taught me well, love."