Part II.
"Sora."
This wasn't part of his plan, none of what was happening right this very second had been considered and inserted into the plan that his mind had played out for him. Riku was just supposed to say a few things, get rid of him, and move on. There wasn't supposed to be any of this.
The loud clatter of nearly identical blades dropping to the polished floor. Four feet running as fast as they were allowed to, and then some. A collision. A rustling of clothes, relieved exhales, the silence of skin grazing skin.
It felt so good. Sora's full and dry lips, so experienced after all those years, his tan arms digging underneath the dark layers of his clothes to find that familiar body. It was like returning home after a century at sea. Their joining, like an old key opening a door that had been locked for so long. His every touch was greedy and hurried, there wasn't enough time to re-discover every part of his body. Voices barely found time to speak as Riku went in and – It was the most amazing feeling, Sora was completely full of him and it was just so good.
And and and...
Plan? What plan?
"I thought you were dead."
"No, no we can't – Kairi…"
"Don't stop."
"I won't."
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End.