Sex. There was a tumble of bodies and a thump sound of them landing on the floor. That's alright. They really hadn't even noticed. They just kept on touching each other. Kisses like fire on each other's lips. Passion. Love. Marks of love. The darkness inside of the light and a burst of color to show each was pleased. Another noise. They climbed on the bed and wrapped the soft velvet and silk blankets around themselves. Ah, more passionate love making. It seemed to never end. No problem. They really didn't want it to anyways. Pleasure, ah, such pleasure. Music only heard by them. A rhythmn they could follow. More lips, rough this time. "Mmm..." it didn't matter.
"Ah... y-yes... more..." were the words that they could only speak. Breathless and sweating they kept on their tireless adventure to discover each other. Ah, the positions. The music they made was like no other the playful tunes mixed with the serious. Sure they'd known each other since for forever, but that didn't mean that they'd played this game. My god... never.
He with the cinnamon brown hair was too frightened because he was too shy, and the other was too frightened because he was too eager. Mm, so eager to try such things with the cinnamon haired boy. He was so gentle and sweet, but in bed... well, after you get past the shy part. "Mmm... yeah..." he was wonderful. Not what he'd expected, but what a pleasant surprise.
The silver haired boy was just so fascinationing to him. Such eyes, the cinnamon haired boy thought. "Ah... look at me... and only me..." he wanted to live in this moment for all of time. Never to be anywhere else but here. "Mmnnn... so... c-close..." he cried out. He knew the silver haired boy would bring him. He would bring him to the end and let him see and feel things that he could only feel with him.
Ah, to dance. The movement of bodies was only interrupted with a momentary pause to let that burst of color to come again. Oh, the dark had brought the light and the light had brought the dark again. Such a mess of color. That was all right. They would clean it up later. What mattered now was that they had each other and that they were happy. The dark happy with the light and vise versa. Mm, balance. Perfect.
'Yes. That's what I'd call him... perfect.' they both thought holding each other. Ah, such pleasure. To hold all the color of life in your arms and not be overwelmed by it all. Sweet dreams, my love.
-To Riku
-To Sora
May your journey end well...