Hark! Another lemon! And omg, it's nearly 7000 words
Hope you guys'll enjoy this extra long chapter xP


32.

Riku had Sora tightly wrapped in his arms in front of his bedroom door. The kisses he placed on the boy's lips were slow and gentle, giving Sora the chance to pull away at anytime. But he never did. The silveret pressed their foreheads together, keeping his aquamarine eyes loosely shut. "Are you ready for me?"

Sora smiled with such joy swelling up within him.

"Always."

Adoringly, Riku placed a finger beneath the younger boy's chin, stroking it side to side at first, then connecting their lips in yet another sugar-y-sweet kiss. A blue-green eye opened but a sliver, to locate the gilded handle that would grant them access to a night of star-shooting, fireworks-popping, I-just-got- reanimated-and-I'm-taking-my-first-breath-on-top-of-a-snow-covered-mountain. …-ness. He swallowed hard when the door unlatched and swung open slightly.

Both his eyes nearly flew out of their sockets. His gasp broke the kiss he'd been holding and he reached out (very smoothly) and reclosed the white door.

"Riku?" Sora laughed at the brief, flustered look on the older boy's face. "What's going on?"

Wide, unblinking eyes stared back at the deep blue ones of the brunet. "You know… I just remembered something that I forgot about and that needs my… attention," he rambled. Sora, raising his eyebrows and smiling, put on an expression that was half-disappointed, half-amused. "Just 5 minutes," Riku said, holding up as many fingers.

The boy shrugged, leaning on the wall of the corridor. "Okay. But I'm counting," he said coyly.

"Great." Riku smiled with relief and turned back to the door. The minute Sora looked down to fetch something from inside his pocket, the silveret's face appeared mere centimetres before his own. "Hold that thought now," he purred about three octaves lower than his normal pitch.

Sora may have squeaked, his slim body feeling uneasy. Riku smirked, when Sora responded with a plain nod, and then he disappeared into his room.

The boy left in the hall let out a deep breath, grinned and pulled out his phone.

To: Leon the Lionheart

Dad, staying the night at Riku's.

See you tomorrow afternoon-ish? :]

-Send-

About a minute later…

Fr: Leon the Lionheart

Alright. You two have fun. Don't stay up too late and don't make too much noise. I'm just next door; I can still drag you back home if I have to.

Sent: 8:17PM on /03/05/10/

Sora smirked. He was aware of what incident (in the form of Sora's 7th birthday) to Leon was referring. But for now, there was laughter in his head.

To: Leon the Lionheart

Yes mum ~!

-Send-

Sora slipped the device back into his pocket. Beyond the wall, objects clattering could be heard. The rustling, shifting and overall commotion, were not very skillfully concealed. He grew impatient (Not for not… 'getting right to it', but to be left alone in general.) "Are you ready yet or do you need more time to clean?"

In Riku's room…-no timeskip-

He knows me too well. Riku carelessly shoved random articles into his closet so that the floor became visible. I swear that's the last time I allow Kadaj into my room unsupervised! he growled to himself while shaking off the arm of a sweater that was caught around his leg. Loz does not count!

Once he was more or less content with the amount of discernible black carpet, he backed into the closet door and forced it shut. Borrow clothes my ass. With all the crap he brought along, you'd think some of it would amount to a party-worthy ensemble.

Solely focused on the mess, he failed to turn on the lights; the lamp post's orange glow, just peaking through his blinds, served as the only illumination. Everything may have looked as it did pre-Kadaj's invasion, however, under further scrutiny, Riku found just a couple of odd things.

For one, the bed was made. I never make my bed anymore. Other than to subtly drive his father up the

Great Wall of China, he never bothered to fix the duvet that was constantly used when he was in the room. Furthermore, it was draped nicely over his pillow, and remained crisp and prim. Like the maniac who raped his closet purposely left it void of any discarded garments. Purposely!

But come to think of it, Kadaj wasn't one to make his bed either. No, this looked more like… Yazoo's doing. Stepping closer, a glimmer of white caught Riku's eye. He reached toward the slope of his pillow and picked up… a matchbook. Thin, silver eyebrows drew together. Do they want me to set something on fire? And then he saw them.

Looking at them now, it was comical that he'd missed them all in the first place (another consequence from not turning on the lights.) There must have been at least 60, strategically placed in groups of 3 or five on every free and flat surface of his room. Candles? Riku smirked and unfolded the glossy paper in his hand. You guys are too much.


Sora fidgeted with his fingers. He did that weird, idle thing with his lips when you pucker them and blow until they vibrate. The sounds gradually desisted, making him rock back and forth on his socked feet in anticipation.

"Hey Sora?" He perked up at the voice beyond the wall. "Do my brothers strike you as romantic people?"

The brunet answered almost instantly. "They barely strike me as 'people'."

"What about me? Do I seem like a romantic person to you?"

"Uhh…" Sora gulped. "Why are you asking me this, Riku?" The door suddenly opened, and Sora was faced with a sight that could only be called …religious. The room was glowing. And Riku was standing in front of him; which made him look like he was glowing. Sora walked towards the center of the room when Riku slowly stepped aside to welcome him in. He looked around at place and how it seemed so different. (He was seeing it in a new 'light.' Hehe.)

It couldn't be helped but to see this as symbolic. He was in Riku's room for a much different reason than previous occasions. He was here not as a friend, but as something more. He was stepping into a new place and it was just a tad frightening. Sora felt long arms wrap around his neck from behind.

"Just in case this comes off as completely cheesy." The older boy laughed softly against his neck, creating shocks throughout his entire body. "Sora…" The brunet's breath hitched and his pulse quickened at the tone of Riku's voice. It was so low and soothing and… Sora couldn't think what else what.

He let his neck rest back into the silveret's shoulder, to which Riku quickly nuzzled into placing fleecy- soft kisses. "Riku," Sora breathed. He allowed himself to be turned around to face the boy who tenderly cupped his face and looked at him intently.

Pairs of oceanic eyes met with electricity, the flickering of candlelight reflecting in each. Neither looked away when their lips eventually found each other. Riku stared deeply while he massaged the younger boy's lips. Sora gazed back while nibbling the older one's lips. It wasn't until the silveret's tongue grazed across Sora's upper lip, did he give in to the tension.

A deep, but soft groan slipped out when Sora parted his lips and Riku's tongue swirled its way through.

The slippery sensation suddenly made him so weak in the knees that he clutched onto Riku's shirt a little more firmly to steady himself.

Riku never considered himself to be a very tall man, but he found himself dipping down a few inches to capture the fullness of Sora's mouth with his own. Sora flicked his tongue along the underside of Riku's.

-MMMmmmggghhhhh- How long had he waited for this? He acted as he thought about it. To fearlessly explore the boy's mouth with his tongue? To hold him tightly in his arms, locking his elbows and blocking all else from getting to them? A soft sigh came from the brunet in front of him. To be able to be with him as clearly as your feelings dictate and have Sora's own feelings compliment your own to the point where you can be as intimate as your hearts' desire?

You lucky bastard.

The weakness in his knees threatened to make Sora fall over. Still gripping onto the front of Riku's loose muscle shirt, near the shoulders, Sora led them both back toward the direction of the 'thing with the mattress.' The first thing he came into contact with was what felt like the head of the bed. By then, Riku had relinquished his grip around the lighter body in his arms. Sora took this time to sit down at the corner near the pillows and pull the silveret's shirt off.

Riku kneeled in front of the boy's legs and raised his arms obediently, and he pulled Sora into an embrace before the garment had even reached the ground. Surprised, Sora came to kneel in front of Riku as well, returning the hug and feeling the smooth expanse of Riku's back. Good Avon! That was smooth. The brunet pushed the little-more-than-shoulder-length mane of hair away to fully cover every inch of warm skin with his fingertips.

Well-sculpted muscles tensed slightly at each feather-soft touch. The younger boy drew his fingers up and down the silveret's backbone, stroking it; petting him; showing a physical approval of how beautiful he felt.

Riku gasped and arched his body when Sora's fingers nails moved in a fan-like motion at the bottom of his spine. "S-Sor'…" He willed himself to look back at the boy's face.

Sora smiled and gave him a soft kiss. "Undress me, Riku," he whispered softly. The silveret took the hand that had made its way to his cheek, and grasped it tightly. He pinned it to the board of his bed and deepened the kisses being given to him. He crouched over Sora as if not wanting to share him with the yellow illumination dancing about his room. Then slowly, as languid as his lip movements, he raised the boy's polo shirt up. Riku let go of the hand he had been holding to bunch the shirt up near the brunet's chest so that at the very last possible second, he broke their kiss and held the clothing up for Sora to duck out of in one fluid motion.

The wisps of air made him shiver, Riku's lips suddenly appearing on his diaphragm made him tremble. He slouched, his trousers rubbing against the soft carpet. He clenched his teeth as well as one eye, the other blue one doing a blurry job of monitoring the silveret's movements. Riku's tongue dipped into Sora's belly button.

He sucked in a large gulp of a breath. "Riku.." He was mildly aware of pale, slender fingers undoing the button of his pants. When the zipper was down, his fingers paused along the waistband and Riku stopped tasting his navel to slowly look up at him.

Shaky arms pushed him back up into a quasi sitting position, enough to allow the dark pants to move down to his shins. Blue eyes stared blankly, shyly, expectantly and eagerly when Riku slowly lifted up Sora's left leg by the back of the knee, pulled the fabric down and kissed the side of the newly exposed skin. He went rigid when Riku did the same to the other leg.

Sora's mouth opened but elicited no sound. What was he supposed to think? Was he supposed to think? He couldn't move, he couldn't speak. He just looked –watched as Riku delicately slipped off his sock by the toe, caressed the underside of his foot and began kissing his ankle so delicately! Unsteady elbows gave way and Sora haphazardly leaned against the bedpost once more. "Riku.." The smooth cheek of the taller boy rubbed against the inside of his thigh. "Ri-Riku," he choked out through the tightness in his jaw.

Riku began to hover over his form, reserving at least an inch of space between them. Completely by-passing the source of his tension, Riku crawled on his hands, and closed his eyes once they were but a few centimetres apart. The heat from both their bodies mingled between them, making Sora dizzy. "Touch me," he begged.

Moving Sora's jaw to the side, Riku pulled Sora onto him and began nibbling on the boy's earlobe.

Hearing quiet sounds of approval, he leant back on to floor. He pulled the boy on top of him and positioned them so that he had Sora's chest flush against his own and that he was supporting them both on his right shoulder and side of his waist. Sora threw his arms around his neck when Riku abandoned the ear to suck more viciously on the teen's exposed neck. Riku felt the brunet fighting to breath, the throbbing on his lips rapidly pulsating. His sweat-laced palm reached down and drew the leg (that was not caught between his own two) around his waist, clashing their arousals together.

A strangled moan vibrated onto his tongue which was lapping the skin after every few, and rather harsh, bites. He sucked his neck hard like a man dying of thirst and being given nectar of the most exotic fruit conceivable. Riku consciously agreed that the two were not that far off. He suddenly grunted when said boy started to rock his hips.

Small swings of his hips and Riku was easily the hardest he'd ever been. It made Riku aware of what else he hadn't tasted yet. If action in his nether regions was what Sora wanted, it was what Riku was going to give him.

Riku grabbed onto Sora's right hand, prying it away from him and pulling it outwards, away from their bodies. He then took full advantage of how open the smaller body was, kissing the side of Sora's chin once more and trailing down to his collar. Snaking the tip of his tongue out, he traced the bone all the way to the shoulder in a few uneven strokes like one would sketch a portrait.

The younger boy shivered at the chilling wetness on his skin. He gasped when Riku took his nipple into his mouth. "Haaah…" Riku rubbed tensing muscles around the side of Sora's ribs all the while swirling the pinkish-brown nub between his lips, with the tip of his tongue. It wasn't long before the silveret moved to the other one on his chest; this time carefully dragging his teeth around it.

The action drew all kinds of new mewls from the blue-eyed boy, his lower body squirming and legs clenching sporadically. Riku pulled away to give them both a breather, which they took to, wholeheartedly. Both teens were panting hard through open mouths, Riku's feeling rather raw. He smirked to himself at the thought of being far from done.

After he lifted them both off the carpet, he propped Sora against the side of the twin bed so that he had the brunet in a sitting position, Sora's head resting back against the thickness of the mattress.

Riku took a second to look at his partner; out of breath, blushing and peaking back at him with one glassy, azure eye. He grinned while spreading the boy's half-bent legs apart. Beautiful. He went down on all fours… and took all five and a half perfect inches into the depths of his throat.

Sora Strife's eyes shot open.

A trickle of sweat ran down his neck, a tremor in his right hand arose and he let out a short, but immensely strangled cry.

His voice died and he choked a bit, unsure of when to breathe and when to swallow. So he screamed again.

Riku's gag reflex kicked in, coating Sora in a slipperier fluid. He kept the erection in his mouth for a while, just covering it and running his tongue underneath it. It caused drops of spittle to trickle down Sora's balls and onto the floor, making a considerably damp spot to appear on the dark carpet. Neither one of them cared in the slightest.

His jaw began to ache. (Sora was a good 5, 6–fingers-tied-together wide.) Slowly taking it from his lips, and earning a whimper from its owner, the older teen swallowed the excess saliva and went back down on the pulsating erection. Multiple times.

"Auuuhghh! Auh..auhh..auuuh…!" Sora's arms and legs trembled violently, and the silver head was bobbing forward and back so swiftly, he daren't touch it and hinder the pace attending to him. Alternatively, Sora clutched onto the duvet near his head. It gave him something fluffy to squeeze and let him solidly arch his back, losing himself in the sinfully sweet sensation. Riku took him in a fraction deeper, yet it was enough for Sora to buck his hips.

Riku spared one glance at the brunet's unbelievably erotic expression and abandoned 80 percent of his restraint. He grabbed a hold of those sexy hips and yanked the whole body forward. Sora squeaked and landed on his elbows, his one hand inadvertently pulling half the bedding with him.

Quickly assessing that the boy wasn't too dishevelled, Riku spread the slender, sun-kissed legs apart again, then began to blow Sora from a better angle. Straight, vertical motions allowed him to suck at a faster rhythm, using both hands for support.

Every knuckle on Sora's hands and feet turned white as he writhed uncontrollably beneath the silveret. "AAH! AAhh…AAAHHH! Riku!" His voice strained. "You're –gonna AH. ...make –m-make me c-oohhh…" Riku dragged his tongue flat against the vein throbbing wildly along his shaft. Sora exhaled in disappointed relief, when that was the last thing Riku did. He relaxed his face and limbs in an attempt to breathe normally when he suddenly felt two very wet lips on his own.

Riku cut the kiss short in favour of whispering against the boy's lips, like he had done countless times that day. "Ride it out, love." Another kiss. "As hard as you can." He licked Sora's upper lip before retreating to a less than frightening distance. Don't hold back. He winked.

Sora couldn't look away when Riku returned his erection into his sweet, hot, mouth. 'Oh fuck that was so hot,' Sora thought. This is why people are so sex crazed; it's frigging amazing! Riku knelt back on his legs and held on tightly to the boy's hips. Shit, this is million times better than masturbating. For one, it was wet. Any late night wanking was done with his small, dry, unsatisfying hand. Two, it was someone else. Sora was panting like a dog, yet he wasn't doing a thing to make him feel this way. Someone else was doing it to him. For him. Sora decided: he liked being touched. And finally, this was Riku. "Unnghhh!" Fuck, this is Riku. Riku had him in his mouth. Riku had him naked on his floor. Riku had him edging closer and closer to the brim of his insanity.

The length in his mouth twitched against the back walls of Riku's oral cavity. Sora was close. Pulling it out to the head, he swallowed, took a large breath and deep-throated the boy once again. Sora's scream rang throughout the room. Clammy fingers travelled into silver locks and attempted to force the length deeper. White ribbons of milk shot into the older boy, who was careful to take it all in. Riku tried not to choke or breathe in, lest the juice come out his nose.

The orgasm shook the little body for nearly a minute, Riku bobbing his head once he had swallowed most of the cum. He rested with a sigh, "Riku…" Sora fell back onto the fallen sheets, quivering and moist. Riku smiled, wiping his lips. Sora reached a shaky hand towards the boy, beckoning to come join him just for a while. Riku took the hand and placed himself next to the brunet, attaching himself to the boy's side. He wiped away a damp clump of the boy's side bangs from his forehead.

Riku laid there on his side until Sora's breathing was more or less back to normal. He tucked a strand of brown hair behind the boy's ears. So… beautiful. He was aware that he'd thought the same thing before, but it remained as true as it did the last time. Sora. Was. Beautiful.

Sora's face contorted with confusion. "What am I sitting on?" he asked, a little less than out of breathe. The boy felt underneath the duvet on which a majority of his body was on. Riku's eyes widened when the younger pulled out… "K-Y Jelly?" Sora smiled. "Kadaj?"

Oh, he wished.

In reality, Kadaj was 'more exotic' than that. Riku scratched his head in slight embarrassment. "Loz." Sora's hand stiffened and the white tube fell from his fingers. They both laughed.

Sora took Riku's hand and smiled up at him. "So… you wanna use it?" Riku may have gotten hard (again) at the tone of his partner's voice. He'd just swallowed the boy's juices, now he was going to be… inside of him. He nodded, silently.

The brunet sustained the smile, masking his own nervousness, and reached for the lubricant. In his excitement, Riku quickly picked the boy up and sat his on his bed. The apprehension still lay in Sora's blue eyes.

They were both virgins after all.

Riku popped the cap, and spread a few drops of the odourless fluid on his ring and middle fingers. "Lie back," he instructed. Sora rested back onto a fluffy pillow behind him, not really sure what to do with the rest of him. Should he spread his legs? Pull them up? What about his hands? Should he look at Riku? Or is it too weird to watch? "Sora?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll… guide you," he reassured the boy. Even though all he really knew was what Kadaj had told him as a child (unfortunately), he roughly knew the basics of what to do, and as long as Sora enjoyed it, it was good. Sora nodded in response.

Riku looked at the boy's body; smooth skin, open legs, half-hard penis… He inhaled a bit shakily, leaned forward and rubbed the ring of muscle. It quivered each time. Riku didn't know what to make of this, so he just continued and pushed both third and fourth fingers into him. Sora winced, audibly. "Does it hurt?"

"No," he lied. It hurt quite a bit. "It just feels weird." Sora swallowed. "Keep going."

Riku obeyed, moving his fingers around the cavity. It was really warm inside, not to mention tight. He had trouble manoeuvring, scared of going too fast. He heard quick intakes of breaths from his partner, taking it as a sign of his pace being somewhat okay. He swirled the digits around in circles, feeling the velvety walls of Sora's insides. He did this for a few minutes, taking them out, putting them back in, feeling around, and then taking them out slightly parted. "Are you okay?"

"I'm cool." Sora panted now fidgeting with his fingers. Riku relinquished his fingers and took the jelly into his hand again. He spread it around his engorged member, throbbing with anticipation.

"Ready?"

"Yes." Aligning himself, Riku pushed the tip onto the lubricated hole.

He grunted. "It won't go in…"

"What do you mean it won't go in?" Sora asked, obviously feeling the head at his butthole.

Riku tried to push in again. "It's too… big."

"Then what do we d—AAAHH!" Both Sora's and Riku's eyes shut tightly. (For completely different reasons, of course.)

Sora was tiiight. Both realized that in an instant. Riku was barely in past the head, and Sora's entrance clamped down on him firmly. "...A-Are you okay?"

Sora choked. He had seen that Riku was… well endowed, but he never imagined it'd hurt like this. He panted. Perhaps it would get better. If he just ignored the pain at his entrance, maybe the rest of it would feel better. "Go ahead."

Riku's penis pushed to half way in. "AAAAHHH! STOP." The silveret didn't move. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I can't do this." Sora gasped, sitting up on his elbows to look at Riku. Apologetic blue eyes gazed at him in agony, and Riku slowly pulled out. Sora winced when the whole of it was out of him.

He immediately crawled to Riku's side. "Riku, I'm sorry." He said into the boy's pale shoulder.

"Sora." He patted the younger's head." "Sor', it's okay." The brunet whined softly in response. "You said that you were okay."

"I lied!" Riku rolled his eyes, and then a thought popped into his mind.

"You know… you could top," pause. "If you wanted to."

Sora raised his head and fixed the silveret with such a look. "Are you dumb? I'm almost as big as you. You'll die," he exaggerated.

"I can handle it." He offered softly but Sora shook his head.

"No, Riku. Just no." He replaced his forehead onto the base of Riku's neck, feeling massively disappointed with himself. "Want me to take care of that?" he motioned to Riku's slightly less than stiff penis.

"I'm fine." He said rubbing the side of the boy's arm. Truthfully, the excitement was gone, and for now, he didn't mind plainly laying with the boy. Having sex with you is about having sex with you; not about cumming. He hoped that made sense.

"Really. I can do other stuff... for you," Sora offered shyly to which Riku grinned.

"Okay. Kiss me." Sora blinked.

And obeyed, naturally. He placed his plump lips onto Riku's and nibbled actively. Perhaps this was needed to get back into the mood. Sora reached down and stroked Riku's length, happy when it quickly became hard in his palm.

Suddenly, Riku's hand grabbed him by the wrist and interlaced their fingers. The brunet pulled away and looked at him, puzzled. "Sora," Riku said. "Kiss me." The younger boy furrowed his eyebrows and did as he was told; massaging the older teen's lips a bit more animatedly than before.

Sora positioned himself in front of Riku, making their chests brush against each other. He opened his mouth a little to lick at Riku's lips and rubbed his stomach against the silveret's erection.

Riku pulled away with a hiss-slash-sigh.

"Riku?"

"Sora?" he mocked, to the boy's dislike.

"I don't get it!"

"What don't you get?" Riku asked calmly, tilting his head. "I'm asking you to kiss me."

Just kiss him? Sora might have been new to this sex thing, but that didn't mean he wasn't willing. Riku just wanted kisses? Had admitting his discomfort really taken the silveret out of the mood, and subconsciously rendered Sora unavailable for giving and receiving sexual pleasure? Did he screw his non-existent sex life up so bad already?

"Sora!" His head snapped up at the voice summoning him back to life. He tilted his head, questioningly, in response. Riku kneeled forward and pushed on his shoulders. "Stop thinking." Sora found himself pinned to the bed by Riku's arms, legs and lips. He couldn't understand why Riku would choose to neglect his physical extremity's needs, but the incessant sucking on his bottom lip told him it barely mattered.

He kissed back with all that he felt; showing exactly he wanted Riku to know by merely the movement in his lips. 'You're special to me.' Riku caressed the sides of his face adoringly. 'You're my everything.' Sora placed tiny licks on the silveret's upper lip, preparing to slip in with his physical permission. 'I think I've fallen in love with you.' Their slicked tongues danced against each other in a sensual ballad, Riku still pushing softly against Sora's lips at the same time.

The brunet took a deep breath and revelled in everything around him at that moment. He pushed his skinny chest into Riku's broader one. He secured Riku's hips between his thighs. He swivelled his head in an 'S' position, deepening the kiss with his neck.

"Riku.." Sora whispered to the side, the older boy adjusting to kiss the corner of his mouth. "Can we.." he started with his eyes closed. "try again?" Riku paused in his kissing to look at him in the eyes.

"Sora." He spoke with a little strain in his tone, as if he expected the boy to get over it and let it go.

"Riku." Sora rubbed the boy's pale cheek. "I want to try it again." The look in his eyes attempted to emphasise the 'I' in that request; that it was because he wanted to do it and not because he felt like he was obligated to return the favour. You're special to me, so I want to do special things with you, Riku...

The older teen took Sora's hand between his two, speaking down to it, softly. "I don't want to hurt you."

Sitting more or less upright, Sora tipped Riku's chin up with his other hand, making the apprehensive boy look at him as he spoke in earnest. "I promise not to hide it if it does." A small smile appeared on his pink lips, and he leaned back against the fluffy pillows, opening his body up to Riku once again. 'I trust you with my whole heart,' he thought as he reached for the bottle of lube and handed it to his partner. And my whole body.

Riku stared into his eyes and silently took the lubricant from his fingers. The generic scent hit his nose and Sora took a steadying breath, his fingers twitching slightly at his sides in reluctant anticipation. Riku took Sora's left hand with his right, offering comfort with the heat in his palms. While his other hand was slicked and ready, Riku gave a small squeeze as a signal, to which Sora returned with a nod of his head.

One ring finger pushed inside Sora's body, slowly and tentatively. He sucked in a breath, his mind swirling around with inconsistency. When two more fingers eventually made their way into him, Sora was struggling to keep his breathing in check, shuddering with every few. Riku cautiously slipped in and out, trying to ignore the excitement growing in his lap at the thought of Sora squeezing him tightly.

He must have prepared Sora for 20 minutes, both filling that gap in with loving exchanges in their lips and free hands, until the brunet felt more or less comfortable with the intrusion. He rubbed the wrist of the hand between his legs, signalling that he was ready.

Riku pulled away from their kiss to catch his breath, and to relocate the bottle of lubricant. Though the second he popped the cap, Sora snatched it and squeezed a generous amount in his own hand. Without warning or hesitation, the boy reached for Riku's erection, covering it completely with the liquid. Sora couldn't help but smirk with victory when Riku cried out in surprise and untainted pleasure, even more so when Riku bit his lip to stifle the sound.

Once slicked enough, Sora pecked Riku's cheek and laid back for the silveret to take him. As Riku pushed in, Sora gasped, not out of pain or discomfort, but out of complete satisfaction. He let out his breath all at once. "Haaaah, Riku… g-go-," he gulped, "ahead."

Riku swallowed, totally ready for this. He started off slowly, watching for any signs of pain, but after the first five and nothing but soft moans, Riku didn't hold back and pounded into boy as hard as he could.

"AAHHHH!" The sweet sound strangled itself in Sora's throat, and the boy felt his legs go limp before wrapping tightly around Riku's waist. The way Riku filled him perfectly, wiped out all other thought in his mind. For that while, he lived thoroughly in those moments, feeling Riku inside him, on him, with him and nothing else. Nothing else mattered.

Sora felt some life in his arms. "Riku," he whispered, pulling himself up towards the silveret's head, without disrupting the pace of his thrusts, and kissed his partner passionately. They'd kissed so many times that day, and there was no explanation as to why he'd become so addicted to the taste and immaculate feel of Riku's lips. They just fit so perfectly well together in so many positions, speeds and moisture conditions, which neither boy could get enough of!

Riku felt himself get lost in the familiar sensation once again and slowed down his thrusts, aligning his attention on wrapping his arms around Sora's body and cradling him in his warmth. Sora let out a sigh of relief at the touch, fixing his fingers in Riku's hair and pulling them completely together.

"Mmm, Sora." Riku nibbled on Sora's bottom lip, picking up the pace, though this time, thrusting upwards into the boy.

"Ahhh…! Riku!" Sora cried, with his eyes clenched tight. Riku had just… hit something; something deep inside him that suddenly blew the wind out of his lungs. He gripped tightly onto Riku's shoulders, now that they were about the same height, being on his lap.

The older boy paused and searched for Sora's blue eyes, his own slightly bleary. "Something wrong?" he panted.

Sora shook his head and replied 'No' at the same time. "Something… really, really good." He opened his eyes and looked deep into aquamarine depths. "Do it again." Riku made a weak attempt as a smirk and resumed his rough hip movements. Sora clawed his nails into the back of his neck and whimpered haltingly before screaming without restraint. Riku must have been… drunk, since those nails felt kind of kinky and that scream started a ripple effect of ecstacy emanating from his cock and ebbing throughout the rest of his self.

Riku's thighs began to get sore and he pushed himself onto Sora, who fell back and rapidly felt a surprisingly thrilling feeling of being trapped and cradled against the bed. Riku kept one hand flat on the mattress for support, and the other fisting through brown hair.

It wasn't until Sora kept gasping out his name a while later, did he realize that that new position stimulated the erection pressed tightly beneath his abs. "R-Riku…Riku, yes! Yes, yes, fuck yes!" Everything felt good. Every inch of his body felt hot and sweet and just so very satisfying. Translucent fluid shot up onto both their stomachs and chests. Sora's entire body went stiff and shook with wave after wave of his climax.

Riku watched as the brunet's sexy body stretched out before him with the arch of his back. He winced at the even tighter cavern, clamping around his member, urging it to spill. Another cry of his name in such an erotic tone from Sora, and he did. Riku grunted and held onto Sora's shoulders as white, sticky ribbons were emptied deep inside the young boy's body.

He rocked back and forth for good measure, squeezing out what was left of one of the best orgasms he'd ever had. His body was sticky with perspiration and his whole body throbbing with blood circulation. He gasped for air and shakily pulled out, resting himself beside Sora.

They laid in silence, save for their heaving breaths gradually calming down. Neither could think a word, therefore said nothing in that moment. Time slipped by them with unknown speed and pace and Sora and Riku enjoyed every millisecond of their existence together.


Sora was turned over onto his right side in a pseudo-fetal position, his forehead pressed against his knees, and looking around his own hips at Riku. The silveret was heavily panting, having just taken the boy from behind and cumming his second round into him.

"Riku…" he said, breathlessly, sweat dripping down the side of his temple. "Take me again?"

Surprisingly, Riku didn't need to make himself hard again, his anatomy swelling up to its full size within seconds of Sora's request. He'd heard once that not resting between periods was bad for his body, but he neither had the mind to care, nor the will to resist fucking Sora again.

He didn't bother to move Sora out of his position, to the brunet's mild surprise. Riku kept Sora's leg in its position swung over the side, spat in his hand to remoisten himself, gripped the top of Sora's hip and entered the boy yet again.

The quick change in style washed over the young brunet, leaving him only to open his mouth with non-verbal appreciation. Riku rubbed his warm, sweaty hand from around the curve of Sora's cheek, up his thigh and brought his leg up towards their chests.

Each thrust, then being delivered less forcefully than before, pulsated through him and ran along his twisted spinal column. The stretch in his leg added a new, if not strangely gratifying, sensation to his position, and it also spread him out a little more, easing the friction in his opening.

Riku rocked back and forth, stimulating a different area of his insides. Grabbing a hold of Sora's twitching fingers; he brought them both towards a new kind of release.

A long, chemical-infused cry drew itself from Sora's lips and drowned them both in its euphoria. Riku collapsed above the boy's waist, feeling the entirety of their actions for the night; his body shook with the effects of a workout he'd never imagined.

Blearily, Sora turned over and reached down to cradle Riku's head and pull him up to lie on his upper stomach (avoiding the mess just below). Not caring for their unique position he'd created for them to catch their breaths in, he rested his head back against the bed and absently played with the strands of silver hair tickling his hips. Completely sated, he drowsily stared at the ceiling when a mischievous grin appeared on his mouth and Riku began to kiss the side of his ribs.

"Hey Riku," he said with a slightly hoarse voice. "You know what I just realized?"

"Mm, what's that?"

Sora smiled. "You're my lover." The laugh tickled the sensitive skin of his belly.

"I guess I am."

"Hehe…" He grinned wider and proclaimed with joy and fascination, "'Lover'. I like saying that."

"I like hearing you say it."

Within minutes, their bodies gave in to the exhaustion; thought it didn't stop the content smiles on their faces.


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