"I told you!" Sora whines, twisting away from Riku's arms and dangerously close to the oven. "Parent -Teacher interviews are tomorrow and I am a very important half of that."
Riku answers with a little snort from the back of his throat that Sora has come to know means he's upset but he knows he shouldn't be. Sora holds his ground regardless.
"Out." He points with his dripping spoon. "I told you that you're too distracting to work around."
When Riku, half way out of their kitchen, turns to give Sora a disbelieving look only to find the brunette invading his personal space his breath catches and he finds his irrational anger dissipating.
"God you're beautiful."
"You're an idiot." Riku grouses without much emotion, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist and pulling him closer as he stepped back out into the hallway. "But I guess I'm okay with that."
Sora and Riku have kissed so many times that they could probably find each other's mouths in the dark before their own. So Riku pins his boyfriend up against the wall and leans down a little, eyes closed and definitely a little happy about breaking Sora's rule about being in the kitchen while he cooked, until his face became wet and the hard bowl of Sora's cooking spoon retreats from his cheek.
Sora giggles and Riku can't decide if he's more annoyed or amused, but he opens his eyes and looks into the endless, laughing blues of the brunette's and leans down, wiping the chocolate batter off on Sora's face and grinning devilishly at the indignant squeak that he receives in return.
"Riku!"
His grin broadens as he turns them around boxes in his squirming boyfriend. "Mm?"
Whatever Sora opened his mouth to say is cut off by a sharp lick to his cheek. Sora is about to ask Riku what the actual fuck he thinks he's doing but then there's a tongue in his mouth and, really, with something like that to keep him occupied, who needs words?
When Riku breaks away Sora's almost forgotten about the batter smeared onto his face and the fact that their kitchen is another dimension that takes twice as long to cook anything. "I think it needs more vanilla. You?"
Sora can only hum softly until he feels more than hears Riku trying to stifle laughter.
"You're awful!" he jolts, remembering that he doesn't have time to do this right now. Sora shoves at Riku who seems to be trying to find the perfect place above his collar to mark.
Riku just laughs softly and Sora can feel his heart melt, his irritation just as ridiculous as Riku's. He leans up and laps some of the batter off of Riku's cheek. "You know." He muses, looking contemplative as he curves his hand around his boyfriend's neck and leaning their foreheads together conspiratorially. "I was thinking of saving some of this batter…"
Riku grins at him through the blush on his cheeks. "Sounds perfect." He steals a chaste kiss from Sora before backing off obediently.
"Change 'sounds' to 'Sora' and you've got yourself a fact." Sora says offhandedly, marching back into the kitchen and turning up the radio a bit while his hands are still clean.
He's so engrossed in the music and the mixing that he completely misses the look Riku has on his face as he takes a moment to appreciate Sora and how lucky he is to have the man in his life at all. "You're perfect."
-Reiver