disclaimer: I own nothing. song: there's a good reason the tables are numbered honey, you just haven't thought of it yet - panic! at the disco
and loving every minute of it
sora smiled, his lips trailing down silver smooth hair.
and from that moment, you'll be outta place and underdressed
riku shuddered as agile hands clawed at hi bare back.
i'm the new cancer
and when sora sucked on a taut nipple, dominating the older boy, riku let out a gutteral groan.
never looked better
the sweat dripped down from locks of chestnut brown spikes.
and you can't stand it
riku growled as sora nipped at his neck, leaving painful ecstasy kisses on his collarbone.
cause you say so under your breath
sora whispered into the nape of riku's neck: i hate you
a/n: um, this song stuck in my head; same for those two.