Dedicated to those that still come here to read gay Kingdom Hearts sex scenes. I love u and I see u. This is the beginning of a larger Mpreg (don't like? don't read) story that I'm trying to do. It may just be a serious of weird, semi-related one shots. But here is the conception story that I wrote quite a while ago now. Riku and Sora allow me to write creatively while doing something I know really well. I've had them in my own mind/imagination for going on fifteen years at this point and have thus built a pretty strong internal canon going on. It's not that much different from other people's takes and it's prolyl a mediocre story anyway but I haven't found MUCH mpreg in the way that I write it/visualize it. (See my other story, 12 Weeks, there's probably a lot of similarities and I'll probably condense the stories together at some point) *I don't own any of this.
Part 1: The Conception
It wasn't their wedding anniversary or anything like that, that was in October and this was June. It was just a normal night, a Friday night, a quiet summer evening. Sora put on some soft music, he was feeling sentimental and missed his darling – he chuckled after thinking of calling Riku "darling."
"He would hate that…" Sora said aloud to the empty house. Riku would be home any minute from the doctor's office where he worked part-time (which was actually most-time) as the desk receptionist while he studied part-time at the local college to do what he'd always dreamed of doing: teaching kids. They had both been busy lately and Sora had been thinking a lot about the present state of his relationship with his husband. It wasn't bad….it wasn't necessarily in a rut and there wasn't any crazy, high flying emotions or drama, but Sora knew that they both needed to find their way back to the passion. It's bound to happen, he thought to himself, it happens to everyone. Plus, I really love Riku, more and more everyday really. Sora then thought of him and Riku together when they were older. Their relationship had always been so full of youth and youthful passions that now that they had matured both individually and as a couple, there was time and room for consideration of what their relationship should look like going forward.
Sora thought about children. Every time he imagined the future, there were spots of gray blobs where the kids were "supposed" to be. I mean my life doesn't have to follow the norm. It already doesn't. Sora was always defiant when it came to the role he played and wanted to play in society. But, I guess….not following the familial norm doesn't really matter if I …if we really do want to have kids. Sora went to the coffee table and lit a candle sitting in the middle. He looked around the room….well, of course Riku wants them…he wants to teach them all day long!
"Achhh…oh well, another time," Sora mumbled as he flipped on the record player, pushing the topic off into the corners of his mind as he so often did. He dance-walked down the hallway to their bedroom, looked around their room to make sure it was decent. Sora took the pipe and weed out of the side table and packed a bowl. He clicked on the lighter and inhaled deep. As he sat holding his breath, he heard car doors slamming outside. Sora smiled to himself, the high already coming over him like a blanket of calm. He got up to walk down the hallway as Riku's keys clinked open the door.
"Hey, babe!" Riku yelled not realizing Sora stood only a few feet away. Riku looked up and dropped his suitcase simultaneously. "Oh…hello…." His coat and keys slid from his arms. Sora stepped closer just to lightly blow some smoke into the space between them. He lit one more hit and held the smoke in his mouth as Riku wrapped his arms around Sora's middle to pull him in for a kiss. Riku sucked in the smoke as if he was taking Sora's soul with it. He pulled away to hold it there for a little bit longer. The smoke leaked from his mouth as he looked at his lover inquisitively and took the pipe from Sora's hands. This particular strain was an intense body high, he remembered from when he got it from Axel.
"Good evening, my dear," Sora whispered seductively, quiet music floated into the air and Sora swayed. He took hold of Riku's arm prompting the latter to twirl Sora slowly around as he danced. Sora loved to dance when high. Riku smiled to himself as Sora rolled into Riku's arms, faced away. Riku swayed with Sora in sync and breathed in the fresh sent of Sora's spiky locks. Riku let go of Sora's hands in order to explore with his own. Their bodies rocked side to side, Sora's arms slowly snapping along with the beat while Riku ran his hands down Sora's side. The high was settling into his body nicely. He craned his neck further down in order to lightly kiss the nape of his lover's neck.
"Why are you so hot?" Riku thought he had said it in his mind so was surprised to hear Sora chuckle lowly. Sora turned to face Riku and draped his arms around the taller one's neck. He felt his eyes becoming heavy but not out of tiredness.
"I don't know…" Sora breathed.
"Oh shit….did I say that out loud?" Riku asked cracking a smile at his own highness.
"Shhh…" Sora stuck his index finger over Riku's lips. He pulled at Riku's neck as he came in for a kiss. It was long and filled with all of Sora's emotions. Riku pulled Sora in closer from the small of his back. Sora grabbed a fist full of Riku's white button up and yanked at it to untuck it. They began to move their mouths in sync with the slow jam playing in the background, the smell of weed lingering in the air. Sora lightly grazed his tongue over the tip of Riku's bottom lip as he broke away to take a breath. He took this opportunity to pull at Riku's tie, sliding it from its knot he had tied earlier that morning for his husband. He methodically pulled on the loose tie as he looked mischievously up at Riku and he tossed the tie aside.
Riku rested his hand on Sora's face and slowly worked back to entangle his fingers in the messy brown hair. His thumb stayed behind to stroke Sora's soft cheek. He then leaned down to kiss those soft lips once again, fully intending to not let Sora tease him anymore…Sora was good at that. Their lips pressed hard against each other, but the pressure made it that much sexier. Riku used this opportunity to do a bit of licking himself. Finally, he found his lover's tongue and knew that he had Sora. Even though their tongues barely met, Riku held the kiss there for as long as he could before he closed the kiss off, pulling enough away to meet Sora's longing gaze. The right side of Riku's mouth twitched as he tried not to smile but could barely help it. His right hand still rested in Sora's hair, so he used his left arm to sneak under Sora's white t-shirt. Sora sucked in a small amount of air as Riku's hand met his flesh. Riku turned back to the matter at hand and simultaneously kissed and worked his hand up Sora's warm back.
Sora, however, was determined to remain active in this seduction. He broke the kiss off and slid his mouth over to catch Riku's cheek and then jaw and then neck where he sucked small amounts of the skin. This was surely going to drive Riku crazy. And sure enough, a small "nnmmph" escaped Riku's mouth. Sora unbuttoned a few top buttons in order to go down deeper but still not enough to unveil too much. Sora held Riku's hips steady as he sucked lightly at his lover's flesh. Riku used his hands to trace over Sora's back, occasionally dipping his fingers under the elastic of Sora's underwear.
Sora finally broke away, satisfied with his work. He looked at the small pink marks he left behind as they formed a small "S" along Riku's neckline. Sora chuckled softly but was suddenly bounced into the air as Riku picked him up and pressed against his right leg, instructing him to wrap his legs around Riku's torso. So, Sora did. Riku carried him down the hallway to the back room to find that Sora had lit a couple of candles there too. Semi-forcefully, he dropped the brunette to the bed and took to unbuttoning his shirt, fumbling over the ones that had already been opened. They both stared at each other with love and passion.
Sora sat up to unbuckle Riku's belt; he tugged with both hands and Riku's hips moved forward from the force. Riku reached the bottom of his shirt and quickly threw it off and kicked off his shoes he hadn't even had time to take off yet. At this point the undressing was one-sided and Riku wanted to fix that. Riku knew that Sora knew that Riku loved to do the undressing of both himself and his lover. So, Sora sat patiently for his turn and stood up as Riku reached for the bottom of his t-shirt. He raised his arms before Riku even started pulling as aquamarine met bright blue. Slowly, the shirt was lifted over Sora's torso, chest, neck, head, and finally up over his raised arms. Riku tossed the shirt to the side, not looking away. There was so much being said through their intense gaze. What is he thinking about? Riku wondered.
The both leaned in to find the other's lips once again, as it had been far too long since they parted. Sora's hands ran over Riku's strong upper arms. However, they both knew that they couldn't take it much longer. They broke apart to unbutton each other's pants, sliding down the zippers. It was time for Riku to take over, frankly his favorite part. They both slithered out of their pants to reveal their boxer-briefs. Sora took in his lover's body and inserted the tips of his fingers under Riku's elastic, sliding them around teasingly until he finally reached underneath to grab Riku's ass. He kneaded the flesh between his fingers for a few seconds before he removed his hand in order to slide around his lover's thigh, landing on the tightly packed erection raging underneath the cloth. Sora bit his lip, one hand resting on Riku's chest and the other lightly grabbing Riku's erection; he looked up at Riku who was intently staring back. Then, Riku pushed him onto the bed because he couldn't take that anymore. Sora crawled back just a little bit to rest his upper body on the pillows behind him. Riku looked at him with hunger in his eyes as he crawled closer to Sora. He slid his fingers under the elastic of the only remaining piece of clothing on Sora's body and pulled. Sora's body immediately responded by tilting his hips up, they were perfectly in sync. Once over Sora's feet, Riku tossed the underwear back, not caring where they landed.
Sora's body was fully uncovered now and Riku, standing on his knees, looked down at his husband and scanned every inch. He quickly took the hair tie off of his wrist and wrapped his long silver locks up in a bun. Sora made a low "mmm" – he was a sucker for a man bun.
Riku licked his lips before he finally leaned down to wrap his mouth around Sora's lovely, throbbing, perfect cock. He knew exactly where Sora's trigger was, and he skirted around it with his tongue. Groans, moans, and shudders exited the lips of the brunet. When Sora was younger, he would always close his eyes at this part, perhaps out of embarrassment or maybe in concentration, but recently he had taken to watching Riku do his work. The eye contact, he found, made it incredibly more enjoyable. Riku would occasionally look up at Sora, cock in mouth, and, now, Sora would always be there to seductively look back (which only made Riku more passionate about his task). Riku, too, remembered when he would look up and Sora would be locked away in his own world and reveled in the new habit Sora had adopted.
Sora's back began to arch, indicating to Riku that his work was taking hold. The moans turned to breathlessness. Riku let the tip of Sora's dick rest in his mouth for a few more seconds, grazing the rim lightly with his tongue before he raised up briefly to take a breath and spit into his hand. There was something so carnal about simply using his own spit, plus there was no time to do anything different, especially when Sora was on the brink. Denying even this bit of time must be driving him nuts, Riku thought to himself as he looked at Sora's contorted expression. He took hold of Sora's cock and began sliding up and down with one hand while the other rested on the bed. He took this opportunity to really look at Sora in the midst of their lovemaking. This was hands down Riku's favorite part of the whole ritual. He leaned down once more to find Sora's favorite spot with his tongue, while he worked his hand towards the base. He pressed, twirled, and flicked and felt Sora's body tense even more.
"Unnhhh…Riku…." he could barely get the words out between heavy breaths, "I'm…going – going to cum…unnhhh, oh god…" Sora grabbed at his own hair. Riku slowed down and slowly rose. He tucked a strand of hair that had gotten loose in the process behind his ear and titled his body up so that he hovered over Sora. He spit once more before continuing. As Sora stared up at him with a look of desperate passion all over his face, Riku grabbed Sora's hand with his free one and pressed their interlocked fingers into the bed. He quickened his pace two-fold, as this was the last stretch. "Ohh…" escaped Sora's lips as they looked into each other's eyes. Riku slowly leaned down to hover right above Sora's mouth, the air becoming humid with both of their breath. "Riku…" whispered Sora, barely audible.
Riku pressed his lips to his lover's lips with mild force as his lover's body shuddered and contracted underneath him. Sora could barely hold the kiss in his ecstasy and Riku broke away to witness the last second of Sora's orgasm. With his free hand, Sora clung to Riku's back, not caring if it hurt. He finally let out a long breath and opened his eyes only to be met with the gaze of Riku's aquamarines mere inches away. Riku now had both arms on either side of Sora and Sora wrapped his free hand around the back of Riku's neck, pulling him down for another kiss. Sora was open and free and their tongues meshed together without precision, Sora gently took Riku's bottom lip between his teeth, pulling slightly until they broke apart. "Riku?" Sora breathed.
"Yes, my love?" Riku grumbled deeply.
"I want you inside me," he emphasized "want" in a way that really meant "need" to Riku.
Riku chuckled softly, "anything you wish is my command, my dear." He raised to his knees above his lover and Sora took the opportunity to slide down Riku's boxers just enough so that his erection could be freed. Sora pressed his hand on the very bottom of Riku's back, right where it curved into his ass. He used a little forced to bring Riku's hips forward and leaned forward to fully wrap his mouth around Riku's penis. Upon contact, Riku's body folded slightly and he put his arm out to catch himself on the top of the bedframe. Sora leaned in even closer and closer slowly until he had Riku's entire length down his throat. "Nngg," Riku muttered and titled his head back in astonishment at the feeling. Sora slowly leaned farther back, letting his tongue graze Riku's cock as he went. When he pulled away, Riku flipped over so he could finish taking off his underwear, tossing them over the bed. Sora rolled over on his stomach and got up on all fours, moving to the middle of the bed. He looked over his shoulder to see his lover getting into his own position. Riku held onto Sora's hips with one hand and slapped Sora's butt with medium force with the other. The slap left a small red mark. "Mm…Riku, fuck me."
Sora felt the graze of Riku's wet finger coating his entrance and within seconds they were united. Both simultaneously let out a small noise as Riku began to slowly rock forward and back. "Is this okay?" Riku asked, as he always did when he fucked his husband.
"Mm, yesss, more than okay," Sora hissed out in one long breath as he always did. He then reached back with his right arm to find Riku's thigh. He caressed and squeezed at the Riku's leg for a moment before dropping to his elbows. Riku continued to gradually speed up as he could feel Sora's muscles relaxing and contracting around him. He grabbed at Sora's ass and steadily pushed his open hand forward over Sora's lower back and hips. He held onto the other hip with his other hand to use as an anchor. He reached his travelling hand around and under to place his open palm flat on Sora's stomach and felt it rise and fall with Sora's breathing.
Riku couldn't help but begin to moan as it started to hit the sweet spot. Sora always grew louder at this stage too when Riku quickened the pace. No doubt the feeling was of slight pain but a pain that was coupled with much pleasure. Riku didn't mind the noise though; in fact, he found it encouraging and sexy every time Sora let out an increasingly louder moan. Riku looked down at the backside of his lover and saw Sora clutch a fistful of the duvet in each hand. Riku began to move faster as he approached his climax. Knowing he was just a few strokes away, he pressed on Sora's butt with both hands, indicating to the brunette that he wanted him to lay flat. Sora did and Riku moved with him so not to break contact.
"Oh god," Sora exclaimed, "fuck, Riku!"
Riku landed on his hands, arms outstretched. His dick was now fully embraced by Sora. The feeling was…nothing less than amazing. He bent down to kiss Sora's flexed shoulder blade as he pushed forward and back a couple more times before feeling himself spill everything he had into Sora. He felt the electricity run through his body, quickly followed by a wave of serenity. He held his position in Sora for a moment longer before finally disconnecting.
Sora quickly turned over under Riku and their gaze met once more. They were both smiling and catching their breath. Sora craned his neck up to meet Riku's lips once more. Their kisses were sporadic as they tried to gain control of their heart rate but now their bodies pressed up against each other so as there was as little space between them as possible, legs entangled. Riku turned his head to take a reprieve in the dip of Sora's neck occasionally pecking the skin. Sora softly laughed in his happiness and wrapped his arms around Riku's muscular torso. Riku turned to face his lover one last time and Sora took Riku's face in his hands. He pulled Riku down for a kiss but this time all the raw passion had turned to pure tenderness. They broke away and Sora whispered, "I love you."
Riku looked down at his husband and smiled, "I love you, too." He lifted himself off and fell to the side. He then folded himself up in order to crawl under the blanket and Sora followed suit. As if they had rehearsed it beforehand, Sora turned to the side and Riku moved to be the big spoon to Sora's small spoon. Riku propped his head up on his arm and stroked Sora's hair with the other. Even though barely any words had been spoken between them that night, everything had been said. After some time cuddling, they slowly drifted off, hand in hand and both thinking as they were on the edge of sleep: I wonder what he's dreaming about…