Pieces that Fall into Place: Chapter Six
Author: Maho Kiwi
Rating: R
Pairing: Sora x Riku
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts. Belong to Disney and Square. Good. Me borrow.
A/N: Ohhhh ... I've seen Fellowship about 30 times, and I can hear it from here. I don't really need to watch it. This is more fun, playing with the boys. My story truly earns it's R rating this chapter. "Meridoc Branybuck, and Perrigan Took. I might have known"
***
It was Wednesday that I realized what a right bastard I was being.
Wednesday started just as Monday and Tuesday had, with me waking up cuddled up to Riku's chest. It had become an unspoken understanding that this would be how I slept. He was less crabby with me now. I had let him beat me at our video games a couple of times (aren't I gracious?) and had toned down my flirting a bit, so his attitude had improved greatly.
"Wednesday! Hump day!" I crowed from my position next to Riku.
"So it is." he murmured, wrapping his arm tighter around my waist and turning on his side to burry his face into my shoulder. I frowned a bit. Oh dear, we weren't getting back into that frame of mind where I seemed interested, were we? I jumped up and out of his embrace. He tried to conceal his disappointment, but didn't have time to dwell on that, because it was then that I chose to begin my 'Hump Day Dance' in which I-
Well, what do you think that looks like?
When I had finished I looked back at Riku. I smirked in amusement. He was starting very intently at the wall, his cheeks a very flattering color of pink.
"Don't I just dance divinely?" I asked him smoothly.
"Uh ... erm ... shower." he stammered out, before rushing into the smaller room.
This time I waited patiently for him to come out before going in to take my own. I had learned my lesson with that one, yes sir. How would I torture my beautiful friend today? I thought on this idly as I toweled my hair dry, then reached for my clothes.
Oh, good show, Sora.
I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I had trod and dripped all over my clothes as I thought them. And there was no way I was wearing wet underwear. No big thing, though. I would just ... go out and get more from my bag. I wrapped a towel securely about my waist and, taking a steadying breath, stepped out into Riku's room.
"Sora!" I looked at Riku. His face very clearly said 'What in the name of all that is decent do you think you're doing?!'
"I, very cleverly, got water all over my clothes." I explained, walking to my bag and bending over to retrieve some new items. I had just found my favorite pair of boxers (the white ones with the little red hearts on them) when the worst possible thing happened.
The towel slipped off my waist.
I froze in horror, then looked desperately over my shoulder at Riku. His eyes held a wild panicked look, like some sort of small cornered animal ... oh, and he was staring directly at my ass.
"Riku ... I - I /swear/, this is a, a complete accident!" I stammered, grabbing frantically at my towel. I don't know why I felt compelled to explain myself. I should have been the only one who had any idea that it could have been anything but.
Without a word, he brushed past me into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. This caused me to feel quite pleased with myself and my mistake (I was still on my crusade of innocent Riku-arousal, remember) until I heard the muffled sob from behind the door.
Yup. I was a right Bastard. A complete and total Bastard.
***
I was sitting in my underwear on Riku's bed feeling quite down when he emerged ten minutes later, looking like death warmed over.
He looked at me sullenly and moved towards his closet.
"Can't you put on some clothes?"
I swallowed. I /had/ to make this up to him. I /had/ to.
"Riku ... "
"Do you /need/ some?!" he half shouted at me, his voice cracking a bit. God, I had really upset him this time ... Completely unintentional too, that was the kicker.
"Here!" he tossed a shirt at me, then slammed over to his dresser, pulling out some pants and throwing them at my head as well.
"Why?! Why are you-rrrrrrrah!" he wrapped his arms around his head and made another sobbing noise. "What did I-? Why are you-?" he collapsed onto his knees at the foot of the bed.
The both of us sat in silence for what seemed like a lifetime.
"Riku."
No movement.
"Riku"
"What?" I could hear the venom dripping off the word.
"C'mere."
He looked up at me slowly, warily, then obliged. He crawled cautiously up onto the mattress towards me. My heart beat a thousand miles a minute, but both my face and his remained completely neutral. He held my gaze as he neared, not stopping as he finally reached me. Leaning over me he moved his face very close to mine, watching my eyes intently. I leaned back slightly, finally letting his lips find mine in a searing, desperate kiss. Half of me wanted to throw him off me and run, the other half angrily asked why I hadn't done this sooner. (Truthfully, it felt like an enormous weight had been lifted off my shoulders, that damn tension had returned and I hadn't even noticed. Well, maybe I noticed, but I chose not to acknowledge it.)
His arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders and he lowered me down onto the bed, still kissing me madly. He kissed my lips, my cheeks, my chin, then returned to my lips all the while holding me to him like I was about to disappear. I slid my arms around his shoulders and tried to kiss him back. Sadly, I found that his kissing was too intense for me to keep up with, so I just relaxed and let him have his way with me. His tongue ran across my lips and I opened my mouth to him. I owed him this.
After an eternity of frantic kissing, nipping, sucking, licking and a whole myriad of wonderful actions he pulled back, panting, and rested his forehead on mine, staring dazedly into my eyes.
"Damn, Sora" he panted "You play hard to get."
I chose not to respond to this. Not verbally, at least. Instead I moved my head up a bit and softly brushed my lips against his.
"Again."
He happily complied, softly massaging my lips with his, occasionally lapping at them with his tongue. This time, his kisses were slow enough for me to respond, which I did rather hesitantly, but willingly. I felt him smile against me, and he ran his fingers across my cheek and up into my hair. He broke our contact and I heard myself whimper.
"I lost" I muttered to myself. He raised himself up on his elbow and regarded me quizzically.
"Lost? Lost what?" he asked. I shook my head.
"Nothing, nevermind." I pulled him back down to me, but he resisted.
"No, really. Lost what?" he half-chuckled, and I felt very guilty indeed.
"You, you really like me, don't you?" I asked. He laughed openly this time.
"What do you think, you dork?" he kissed be briefly.
"But I never thought" he kissed me again
"that I'd ever"
kiss
"get to"
kiss
"have you"
the final kiss lasted much longer than the previous four, his tongue slipping past my lips to dance with mine. I groaned happily and held him closer. The treacherous part of my brain had been silenced. I was certain: this was absolutely wonderful. If I hadn't been such a stubborn ass I might have had this sooner. I had wasted three days of possible Riku-lovin'.
"I, " he whispered quietly to my lips, "am completely mad about you."
"I know" I whispered back. I swallowed nervously. I didn't have the courage to voice it, and my lips barely moved against his, but it was enough. "I knew"
He drew back and furrowed his brow slightly.
"You ... but, how, erm, you-"
"Tidus, told me." I slowly, softly explained. This was about to be painful.
"You ...knew?" he asked again, understanding creeping into his eyes. I felt my own eyes start to water.
"Riku ... I'm ... /so/ sorry. I, I was playing with you, I knew you liked me ... so I used that to get back at you ..."
"Get back at me?" his voice was getting higher, confused, upset "For what?"
"Ansem." I looked shamefully down.
His mouth worked for a few seconds-in a lighter moment, I might have compared him to a fish, but now was not the time for humorous thoughts-then he dropped me abruptly.
"Riku!" I pleaded.
He was pacing back and forth next to the bed, running his hands through his hair, starting sentences, then stopping, only to begin pacing again, to attempt another sentence, stopping, and starting the whole process again.
"Riku-" my eyes were stinging
"Ansem?!" his voice was cracking again, they way it did when he was very upset, " I-I apologized! You said-you said you forgave me!" he looked at me, pain and despair on his face. "I was /sorry/! I /am/ sorry! Why would you ... why would you need to get back at me?"
I have never felt as bad as I did at that moment. He turned from me and leaned his head down on the top of his dresser. I guiltily watched him tremble violently, silently sobbing. I /really/ hated myself. I had such a way of ruining a perfectly good moment.
Slowly I moved off the bed and wrapped my arms around him. He stifled a sob and tried to push me away, but it was a feeble attempt and I didn't want to release him.
"Riku, please. I'm ... sorry. I'm really sorry. I-I didn't know, that, that I liked you too" he looked up at me through his silvery bangs "But I do." I hugged him closer. "I /do/. I do, I do, I do." He slowly turned and returned my embrace, putting his head into the crook of my shoulder.
Slowly I moved us back towards his bed. I pulled him down so that he was slightly on top of me, and he looked up at me, sniffling.
"What are you doing?"
"You still want me?" I hoped against hope that the answer was yes. "Or ... should I put my clothes back on?" I smiled a bit, trying to lighten the mood. He only started at me, eyes red rimmed. I gulped. I couldn't loose him, not this soon after discovering how wonderful he was.
I was pleasantly surprised as he raised up and pressed his lips into mine. I was just getting into it when he bit down on my lower lip a little rougher than I liked, I struggled against him, making noises of discontent. He released my lips, then gripped my face with his hand.
"Don't do it again." he said harshly. I nodded fervently. His face melted into a very soft smile and he nuzzled my neck.
"By the way, I think you should stay just how you are." he trailed his fingertips down my chest teasingly.
"Mmmmmokay" I looked down to watch his hand. He smiled.
"You like to watch?"
"I like watching you ..."
He hummed pleasantly and lowered his head to nip at my collarbone. I tipped my head back, silently pleading with him to continue. His right hand slipped around my back, holding me softly, while his left continued to draw patterns on my chest, stopping now and then to pinch and tease my nipples. I squirmed. This was completely unlike anything I had ever known. I didn't know having somebody else touch you could feel /this/ good.
"Rikuuu" I pleaded. He slid up my body and sucked at my ear.
"What do you want?" he breathed into it. I bit my lip and whimpered again.
He chuckled softly and let his hand trail all the way back down, stopping to play about my waist.
"You want more?" he purred into my ear. I turned my head and licked at his neck in response.
"Mmmmm. That's nice ... but you didn't answer" he reprimanded me.
"Please" I gasped against his neck, thrusting my hips up.
"Please, what?" he teased. Oh, God, I would kill him. I loved him, I'd kill him.
"Touch-" I whimpered again, trying to move my hips up to his hand, which now hovered inches over my groin. He laughed.
"Oh, alright, I'll settle for that ..." he put his hand over my navel, then slowly, agonizingly slowly, slipped his hand under the waistband of my boxers.
"Ah-ah!" I gasped and jerked my hips up again. Wonderful, brilliant ecstasy.
He leaned down and kissed my neck as he softly stroked up and down, my hips bucking in time with his motions. All the things I had imagined, any fantasy I could come up with, every time I had ever touched myself, I was sure, could never compare to this.
Riku trailed his tongue teasingly up my neck and into my mouth, which I accepted quite graciously. I tried to move my hands down to remove his shirt, but I found it took more attention than I could spare at the moment. Then, to my great distress, he stopped what he was doing and moved slightly off of me. I whimpered desperately and he laughed.
"Hold your horses. You had the right idea there." it took my cloudy brain a moment to figure out what he was talking about, before it clicked in; he wanted me to take his shirt off. I leaned in to kiss him, sliding my hands down his chest to the edge of the shirt, pushing it slowly up, breaking our contact for as brief of a moment as possible as it cleared his head. I moved my hands about his chest, thinking of what made me feel good, trying to find that spots that would produce the same effect for him.
I released his lips to flick his nipple with my tongue, and was rewarded with a very soft moan. Encouraged, I took it in my mouth, sucking and nipping at it gently. He rolled his body over mine again, so that he was suspended over me as I worked him. Satisfied, for the moment, with that area of his body, I dragged my tongue down his abdomen, feeling the muscles ripple and quiver under my touch. Turning him on was almost as wonderful as whatever he did to me. Almost. My body still ached for his touch though. I reached his navel and tested it, thrusting my tongue into it. He gasped and thrust his hips down. With no small amount of nervousness I brought my hands up and began to undo his belt buckle. I was having a dreadful time of it, however, my hands were shaking so bad I could hardly get the belt to respond. He reached down and stopped my hands, bringing one up to his lips and kissing the back.
"Don't worry about it." he leaned in and kissed me softly before moving his lips back down my body. I felt a little guilty that I hadn't been able to do it, but then again, this was what I really wanted anyway. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, savoring every single motion of his lips and tongue. How could he be so good at this?
"Mmmmah! Ah!" My eyes snapped open suddenly. In one fluid movement he had removed my boxers and claimed me with his mouth. I arched up into him, my hands tangling desperately into his sheets. He hummed softly, which had an even more amazing effect on me. My head was spinning and all I could think was 'Riku. Riku. Riku."
"Riku!" I voiced my thoughts, why not? Anything concerning him was sounding pretty damn good right now.
"Mmm, Rikurikuriku" I continued, just to clarify my feelings. His left hand stroked distractedly down my thigh, moving around to my ass and I gasped.
"Riii-heee-kuuu ..." There it was again. The eloquent explanation of what I thought and felt about him.
He released me slowly and I looked down at him, begging with my eyes. I needed, /needed/ more from him. He locked eyes with me and smiled, lowering his head and licking slowly at my entrance.
"Oh!" my hips bucked again, and I wondered faintly how he knew how to get my body to do things without my consent. He was much like my Shoulder Devil, this silver angel I had found ...
I writhed in near agony as he stuck his tongue into me, testing, teasing.
"Oh, God, Riku ... Please!" I wasn't even sure what it was that I was asking for, but I was desperate for it. He moved back up my body to kiss my lips again, I moved my hands behind his head and pressed my tongue into his mouth, somehow trying to convey my want, my need, of him. He broke away from me, panting, and reached down to undo his belt. I panted heavily, arms wrapped loosely around his neck, waiting. Every single reservation I had was gone, and I needed him. I only wished he'd hurry it up.
I arched my back and moaned loudly as I felt him press into me. I had been wrong before: /This/ was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt. My hands ran over his chest, his back, his thighs-desperately, frantically touching him as he moved in and out of me. I wanted to be closer to him, even though we were about as close as we could get already.
"Ohhhhhh ... Riku. Yes!" I gasped, thrashing my head from side to side. His motions intensified, and my world narrowed to a tiny band of sheer pleasure. Nothing else. I needed nothing else, only him.
I dug my fingertips roughly into his hips at my release, feeling him collapse on top of me a few moments later. My body heaved with the effort of breathing, and I clung to him, both our bodies hot and slick with sweat.
He rolled onto my side and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my neck gently. I turned my head and pressed our lips together. We held the kiss for a moment before breaking away. Riku pulled at the edge of his blankets, tugging them up and over us, as I snuggled into his chest. He settled back down and murmured softly into my ear.
"Good?"
I nodded sleepily. I could stay here forever. The treacherous part of my brain resurfaced, but this time, it was wishing for things like the horrible death of my parents, just so I'd have to live at Riku's house. I mentally chided myself. What a horrible thing to wish. I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes, surrendering to the exhaustion that held me.
***
Are we pleased? It is now 11 p.m. I begged this computer off my step dad at 1 p.m. I am going to have bruises on my wrists from the corners of this damn laptop. I told you it'd be an R story. This is the longer chapter so far, and that's because three and a half pages of it is taken up by pure smut. Smut, smut smut. We discussed this in my philosophy class. When women write it, it's Smut. When men write it, it's porn. We couldn't figure out why either. I wrote most of this with my aunt and/or grandmother a minimum of three feet away at all times. Am I going to Hell? *grin*
Author: Maho Kiwi
Rating: R
Pairing: Sora x Riku
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts. Belong to Disney and Square. Good. Me borrow.
A/N: Ohhhh ... I've seen Fellowship about 30 times, and I can hear it from here. I don't really need to watch it. This is more fun, playing with the boys. My story truly earns it's R rating this chapter. "Meridoc Branybuck, and Perrigan Took. I might have known"
***
It was Wednesday that I realized what a right bastard I was being.
Wednesday started just as Monday and Tuesday had, with me waking up cuddled up to Riku's chest. It had become an unspoken understanding that this would be how I slept. He was less crabby with me now. I had let him beat me at our video games a couple of times (aren't I gracious?) and had toned down my flirting a bit, so his attitude had improved greatly.
"Wednesday! Hump day!" I crowed from my position next to Riku.
"So it is." he murmured, wrapping his arm tighter around my waist and turning on his side to burry his face into my shoulder. I frowned a bit. Oh dear, we weren't getting back into that frame of mind where I seemed interested, were we? I jumped up and out of his embrace. He tried to conceal his disappointment, but didn't have time to dwell on that, because it was then that I chose to begin my 'Hump Day Dance' in which I-
Well, what do you think that looks like?
When I had finished I looked back at Riku. I smirked in amusement. He was starting very intently at the wall, his cheeks a very flattering color of pink.
"Don't I just dance divinely?" I asked him smoothly.
"Uh ... erm ... shower." he stammered out, before rushing into the smaller room.
This time I waited patiently for him to come out before going in to take my own. I had learned my lesson with that one, yes sir. How would I torture my beautiful friend today? I thought on this idly as I toweled my hair dry, then reached for my clothes.
Oh, good show, Sora.
I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I had trod and dripped all over my clothes as I thought them. And there was no way I was wearing wet underwear. No big thing, though. I would just ... go out and get more from my bag. I wrapped a towel securely about my waist and, taking a steadying breath, stepped out into Riku's room.
"Sora!" I looked at Riku. His face very clearly said 'What in the name of all that is decent do you think you're doing?!'
"I, very cleverly, got water all over my clothes." I explained, walking to my bag and bending over to retrieve some new items. I had just found my favorite pair of boxers (the white ones with the little red hearts on them) when the worst possible thing happened.
The towel slipped off my waist.
I froze in horror, then looked desperately over my shoulder at Riku. His eyes held a wild panicked look, like some sort of small cornered animal ... oh, and he was staring directly at my ass.
"Riku ... I - I /swear/, this is a, a complete accident!" I stammered, grabbing frantically at my towel. I don't know why I felt compelled to explain myself. I should have been the only one who had any idea that it could have been anything but.
Without a word, he brushed past me into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. This caused me to feel quite pleased with myself and my mistake (I was still on my crusade of innocent Riku-arousal, remember) until I heard the muffled sob from behind the door.
Yup. I was a right Bastard. A complete and total Bastard.
***
I was sitting in my underwear on Riku's bed feeling quite down when he emerged ten minutes later, looking like death warmed over.
He looked at me sullenly and moved towards his closet.
"Can't you put on some clothes?"
I swallowed. I /had/ to make this up to him. I /had/ to.
"Riku ... "
"Do you /need/ some?!" he half shouted at me, his voice cracking a bit. God, I had really upset him this time ... Completely unintentional too, that was the kicker.
"Here!" he tossed a shirt at me, then slammed over to his dresser, pulling out some pants and throwing them at my head as well.
"Why?! Why are you-rrrrrrrah!" he wrapped his arms around his head and made another sobbing noise. "What did I-? Why are you-?" he collapsed onto his knees at the foot of the bed.
The both of us sat in silence for what seemed like a lifetime.
"Riku."
No movement.
"Riku"
"What?" I could hear the venom dripping off the word.
"C'mere."
He looked up at me slowly, warily, then obliged. He crawled cautiously up onto the mattress towards me. My heart beat a thousand miles a minute, but both my face and his remained completely neutral. He held my gaze as he neared, not stopping as he finally reached me. Leaning over me he moved his face very close to mine, watching my eyes intently. I leaned back slightly, finally letting his lips find mine in a searing, desperate kiss. Half of me wanted to throw him off me and run, the other half angrily asked why I hadn't done this sooner. (Truthfully, it felt like an enormous weight had been lifted off my shoulders, that damn tension had returned and I hadn't even noticed. Well, maybe I noticed, but I chose not to acknowledge it.)
His arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders and he lowered me down onto the bed, still kissing me madly. He kissed my lips, my cheeks, my chin, then returned to my lips all the while holding me to him like I was about to disappear. I slid my arms around his shoulders and tried to kiss him back. Sadly, I found that his kissing was too intense for me to keep up with, so I just relaxed and let him have his way with me. His tongue ran across my lips and I opened my mouth to him. I owed him this.
After an eternity of frantic kissing, nipping, sucking, licking and a whole myriad of wonderful actions he pulled back, panting, and rested his forehead on mine, staring dazedly into my eyes.
"Damn, Sora" he panted "You play hard to get."
I chose not to respond to this. Not verbally, at least. Instead I moved my head up a bit and softly brushed my lips against his.
"Again."
He happily complied, softly massaging my lips with his, occasionally lapping at them with his tongue. This time, his kisses were slow enough for me to respond, which I did rather hesitantly, but willingly. I felt him smile against me, and he ran his fingers across my cheek and up into my hair. He broke our contact and I heard myself whimper.
"I lost" I muttered to myself. He raised himself up on his elbow and regarded me quizzically.
"Lost? Lost what?" he asked. I shook my head.
"Nothing, nevermind." I pulled him back down to me, but he resisted.
"No, really. Lost what?" he half-chuckled, and I felt very guilty indeed.
"You, you really like me, don't you?" I asked. He laughed openly this time.
"What do you think, you dork?" he kissed be briefly.
"But I never thought" he kissed me again
"that I'd ever"
kiss
"get to"
kiss
"have you"
the final kiss lasted much longer than the previous four, his tongue slipping past my lips to dance with mine. I groaned happily and held him closer. The treacherous part of my brain had been silenced. I was certain: this was absolutely wonderful. If I hadn't been such a stubborn ass I might have had this sooner. I had wasted three days of possible Riku-lovin'.
"I, " he whispered quietly to my lips, "am completely mad about you."
"I know" I whispered back. I swallowed nervously. I didn't have the courage to voice it, and my lips barely moved against his, but it was enough. "I knew"
He drew back and furrowed his brow slightly.
"You ... but, how, erm, you-"
"Tidus, told me." I slowly, softly explained. This was about to be painful.
"You ...knew?" he asked again, understanding creeping into his eyes. I felt my own eyes start to water.
"Riku ... I'm ... /so/ sorry. I, I was playing with you, I knew you liked me ... so I used that to get back at you ..."
"Get back at me?" his voice was getting higher, confused, upset "For what?"
"Ansem." I looked shamefully down.
His mouth worked for a few seconds-in a lighter moment, I might have compared him to a fish, but now was not the time for humorous thoughts-then he dropped me abruptly.
"Riku!" I pleaded.
He was pacing back and forth next to the bed, running his hands through his hair, starting sentences, then stopping, only to begin pacing again, to attempt another sentence, stopping, and starting the whole process again.
"Riku-" my eyes were stinging
"Ansem?!" his voice was cracking again, they way it did when he was very upset, " I-I apologized! You said-you said you forgave me!" he looked at me, pain and despair on his face. "I was /sorry/! I /am/ sorry! Why would you ... why would you need to get back at me?"
I have never felt as bad as I did at that moment. He turned from me and leaned his head down on the top of his dresser. I guiltily watched him tremble violently, silently sobbing. I /really/ hated myself. I had such a way of ruining a perfectly good moment.
Slowly I moved off the bed and wrapped my arms around him. He stifled a sob and tried to push me away, but it was a feeble attempt and I didn't want to release him.
"Riku, please. I'm ... sorry. I'm really sorry. I-I didn't know, that, that I liked you too" he looked up at me through his silvery bangs "But I do." I hugged him closer. "I /do/. I do, I do, I do." He slowly turned and returned my embrace, putting his head into the crook of my shoulder.
Slowly I moved us back towards his bed. I pulled him down so that he was slightly on top of me, and he looked up at me, sniffling.
"What are you doing?"
"You still want me?" I hoped against hope that the answer was yes. "Or ... should I put my clothes back on?" I smiled a bit, trying to lighten the mood. He only started at me, eyes red rimmed. I gulped. I couldn't loose him, not this soon after discovering how wonderful he was.
I was pleasantly surprised as he raised up and pressed his lips into mine. I was just getting into it when he bit down on my lower lip a little rougher than I liked, I struggled against him, making noises of discontent. He released my lips, then gripped my face with his hand.
"Don't do it again." he said harshly. I nodded fervently. His face melted into a very soft smile and he nuzzled my neck.
"By the way, I think you should stay just how you are." he trailed his fingertips down my chest teasingly.
"Mmmmmokay" I looked down to watch his hand. He smiled.
"You like to watch?"
"I like watching you ..."
He hummed pleasantly and lowered his head to nip at my collarbone. I tipped my head back, silently pleading with him to continue. His right hand slipped around my back, holding me softly, while his left continued to draw patterns on my chest, stopping now and then to pinch and tease my nipples. I squirmed. This was completely unlike anything I had ever known. I didn't know having somebody else touch you could feel /this/ good.
"Rikuuu" I pleaded. He slid up my body and sucked at my ear.
"What do you want?" he breathed into it. I bit my lip and whimpered again.
He chuckled softly and let his hand trail all the way back down, stopping to play about my waist.
"You want more?" he purred into my ear. I turned my head and licked at his neck in response.
"Mmmmm. That's nice ... but you didn't answer" he reprimanded me.
"Please" I gasped against his neck, thrusting my hips up.
"Please, what?" he teased. Oh, God, I would kill him. I loved him, I'd kill him.
"Touch-" I whimpered again, trying to move my hips up to his hand, which now hovered inches over my groin. He laughed.
"Oh, alright, I'll settle for that ..." he put his hand over my navel, then slowly, agonizingly slowly, slipped his hand under the waistband of my boxers.
"Ah-ah!" I gasped and jerked my hips up again. Wonderful, brilliant ecstasy.
He leaned down and kissed my neck as he softly stroked up and down, my hips bucking in time with his motions. All the things I had imagined, any fantasy I could come up with, every time I had ever touched myself, I was sure, could never compare to this.
Riku trailed his tongue teasingly up my neck and into my mouth, which I accepted quite graciously. I tried to move my hands down to remove his shirt, but I found it took more attention than I could spare at the moment. Then, to my great distress, he stopped what he was doing and moved slightly off of me. I whimpered desperately and he laughed.
"Hold your horses. You had the right idea there." it took my cloudy brain a moment to figure out what he was talking about, before it clicked in; he wanted me to take his shirt off. I leaned in to kiss him, sliding my hands down his chest to the edge of the shirt, pushing it slowly up, breaking our contact for as brief of a moment as possible as it cleared his head. I moved my hands about his chest, thinking of what made me feel good, trying to find that spots that would produce the same effect for him.
I released his lips to flick his nipple with my tongue, and was rewarded with a very soft moan. Encouraged, I took it in my mouth, sucking and nipping at it gently. He rolled his body over mine again, so that he was suspended over me as I worked him. Satisfied, for the moment, with that area of his body, I dragged my tongue down his abdomen, feeling the muscles ripple and quiver under my touch. Turning him on was almost as wonderful as whatever he did to me. Almost. My body still ached for his touch though. I reached his navel and tested it, thrusting my tongue into it. He gasped and thrust his hips down. With no small amount of nervousness I brought my hands up and began to undo his belt buckle. I was having a dreadful time of it, however, my hands were shaking so bad I could hardly get the belt to respond. He reached down and stopped my hands, bringing one up to his lips and kissing the back.
"Don't worry about it." he leaned in and kissed me softly before moving his lips back down my body. I felt a little guilty that I hadn't been able to do it, but then again, this was what I really wanted anyway. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, savoring every single motion of his lips and tongue. How could he be so good at this?
"Mmmmah! Ah!" My eyes snapped open suddenly. In one fluid movement he had removed my boxers and claimed me with his mouth. I arched up into him, my hands tangling desperately into his sheets. He hummed softly, which had an even more amazing effect on me. My head was spinning and all I could think was 'Riku. Riku. Riku."
"Riku!" I voiced my thoughts, why not? Anything concerning him was sounding pretty damn good right now.
"Mmm, Rikurikuriku" I continued, just to clarify my feelings. His left hand stroked distractedly down my thigh, moving around to my ass and I gasped.
"Riii-heee-kuuu ..." There it was again. The eloquent explanation of what I thought and felt about him.
He released me slowly and I looked down at him, begging with my eyes. I needed, /needed/ more from him. He locked eyes with me and smiled, lowering his head and licking slowly at my entrance.
"Oh!" my hips bucked again, and I wondered faintly how he knew how to get my body to do things without my consent. He was much like my Shoulder Devil, this silver angel I had found ...
I writhed in near agony as he stuck his tongue into me, testing, teasing.
"Oh, God, Riku ... Please!" I wasn't even sure what it was that I was asking for, but I was desperate for it. He moved back up my body to kiss my lips again, I moved my hands behind his head and pressed my tongue into his mouth, somehow trying to convey my want, my need, of him. He broke away from me, panting, and reached down to undo his belt. I panted heavily, arms wrapped loosely around his neck, waiting. Every single reservation I had was gone, and I needed him. I only wished he'd hurry it up.
I arched my back and moaned loudly as I felt him press into me. I had been wrong before: /This/ was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt. My hands ran over his chest, his back, his thighs-desperately, frantically touching him as he moved in and out of me. I wanted to be closer to him, even though we were about as close as we could get already.
"Ohhhhhh ... Riku. Yes!" I gasped, thrashing my head from side to side. His motions intensified, and my world narrowed to a tiny band of sheer pleasure. Nothing else. I needed nothing else, only him.
I dug my fingertips roughly into his hips at my release, feeling him collapse on top of me a few moments later. My body heaved with the effort of breathing, and I clung to him, both our bodies hot and slick with sweat.
He rolled onto my side and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my neck gently. I turned my head and pressed our lips together. We held the kiss for a moment before breaking away. Riku pulled at the edge of his blankets, tugging them up and over us, as I snuggled into his chest. He settled back down and murmured softly into my ear.
"Good?"
I nodded sleepily. I could stay here forever. The treacherous part of my brain resurfaced, but this time, it was wishing for things like the horrible death of my parents, just so I'd have to live at Riku's house. I mentally chided myself. What a horrible thing to wish. I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes, surrendering to the exhaustion that held me.
***
Are we pleased? It is now 11 p.m. I begged this computer off my step dad at 1 p.m. I am going to have bruises on my wrists from the corners of this damn laptop. I told you it'd be an R story. This is the longer chapter so far, and that's because three and a half pages of it is taken up by pure smut. Smut, smut smut. We discussed this in my philosophy class. When women write it, it's Smut. When men write it, it's porn. We couldn't figure out why either. I wrote most of this with my aunt and/or grandmother a minimum of three feet away at all times. Am I going to Hell? *grin*