Title: A New ScentAuthor: lifeinahole27
Pairing: RikuxSora
Rating: NC-17 for boys doing a lot more than kissing.
Warnings: Just what the rating says. AKA smex!
Word Count: 1,338
A/N: I find it funny that the whole reason I started writing Sora and Riku was from one small line. Now it's turned itself into an arc of smutty goodness and I have even more ideas for these two. This is dedicated to all of you who have encouraged me to continue on, and for all the wonderful comments I've received. Thank you!
It was Sora's turn to wake up first after they had fallen asleep again. Beside him, Riku's breathing came even and deep. Maneuvering out of his bed, Sora cringed at the dry fluids on his body. He really wanted to take a shower, but Riku had practically insisted they take one together.
Sora wrapped one of the discarded blankets around his waist, tiptoeing over to his computer and turning it on. In minutes, he was typing as quickly and quietly as possibly, trying not to wake Riku up before he was ready.
"Are you looking up internet porn?" A voice asked from right next to his ear. After he had managed to swallow his stomach again, Sora turned to look Riku in the eye. But Riku's gaze was locked on the computer screen.
"You have an online journal?!" Riku asked, more than a little shocked.
"So what? I like it," Sora replied, raising one eyebrow in silent challenge.
"Have you gotten to the part where we had sex yet?"
"No… That's what I was trying to do before you made me jump a foot off my chair." Before Sora had even finished the sentence, Riku reached past him and turned the screen off, grabbing Sora's wrist and dragging him out of the chair.
"Riku what are you-!"
"We need some more interesting things for you to put in that journal." He turned to face Sora, giving him a brain melting kiss before gathering their aides from before. Sora silently followed Riku as they snuck across the hall to the brunette's bathroom. After listening for a moment, curiosity took over and Sora shuffled back to his room to discard the blanket and pull on a pair of boxers.
Riku waited patiently as Sora walked down the stairs, calling out tentatively for his mom. When Sora returned, he had a cookie tucked in between his teeth and was reading a note scrawled in his mom's neat handwriting.
"She went out shopping," Sora said after pulling the cookie out of his mouth. "And out to dinner with dad and some friends."
"You know what that means?" Riku was raising his eyebrows suggestively. Sora was too busy reading the rest of the note and eating his cookie.
"We have to find somewhere to eat with only 25 munny…"
"Sora, you're missing a very vital point right now. We have the house, all to ourselves, for an extended period of time." Riku was standing against the door jamb; arms crossed over his chest and an impatient look on his face.
"All… to… ourselves…" Sora murmured, and he let the note fall to the floor. The grin spreading across his lips matched the one on Riku's and he tossed the rest of the cookie in his mouth, and he pulled Riku into the bathroom.
Sora turned on the taps and turned. He was pleasantly surprised when Riku embraced him and kissed him. It was a tender kiss for them. It was slow and simple, with tongues rubbing gently against each other. Sora opened his eyes lazily, smiling as he eased the sheet off Riku's slender hips and let it drop to the floor. Riku set the bottle of lube on one of the shelves and tucked one of the condoms right next to it.
Sora pushed his boxers off, quickly joining Riku under the hot spray of water. Immediately, his hair fell down into something less intimidating; the normally spiky locks fell flat against his face and neck.
"You realize we're filling every stereotype about horny teenagers, don't you?" Sora asked as he wound his arms around Riku's neck.
"Of course I do. But since most of this was fueled by pent up sexual frustration anyway, I figure we have one day to get it out of our systems and then we can actually go three hours without sex," Riku explained.
He wasted no time, already having covered one finger in the slick lube and maneuvering Sora for easier access to his behind. One finger slowly circled Sora's entrance before dipping inside up to the first knuckle. Sora gasped at the sensation, but hid any signs that he was in pain.
"This isn't the first time you've done this, is it?"
"Let's just put it this way. I'm no stranger to that bottle behind you. This is just the first time anyone else has done it to me." The grin on Sora's lips and the blush on his cheeks were warring for dominance.
Without warning Riku's finger slid the rest of the way in. A soft moan escaped the brunette as he slid his body against Riku's. His erection was now trapped between their bodies, sliding against Riku easily with the water dripping down around them.
Riku made quick work of stretching Sora, making sure he was feeling no pain before sliding the condom onto his own cock and turning Sora to face the shower wall. He pushed into Sora slowly, the shorter teen's moans becoming louder with each inch that went in. Half way in, Riku realized Sora wasn't the only one moaning.
Fully in, Riku paused for a moment, letting the feeling of being completely surrounded by Sora's body fully settle in. By the way Sora was squirming against the wall; it was obvious he wanted Riku to move.
Slowly, Riku set his pace. He reached around, stroking Sora's erection to the same rhythm as he slid in and out. Every time they started to speed up, he'd slow his tempo, prolonging the experience for as long as he could.
They could only restrain themselves for so long before Sora started pushing himself back against Riku, forcing the older teen to pick up his pace. Riku moaned, bracing his other hand against the wall as he pressed his lips to the back of Sora's neck.
As he felt his own climax approaching, Riku bit down on the flesh under his lips, moaning and squeezing his eyes shut as orgasm rippled through him. At the time Riku bit down on his neck, Sora cried out and released. He leaned his head against the tile, breathing deeply and waiting for Riku to pull out of him.
Riku wasn't even sure he could stay standing for much longer. He pulled out, and his only saving grace he had from falling over was the grip he had on Sora's waist. Sora turned around and they eased themselves to the floor, letting the water splash off of them.
"Okay… Maybe we need more than a day to get this out of our systems," Riku said smiling. Sora climbed into his lap and curled into his arms.
"I think we have as long as we want," he responded. He reached up and grabbed his shampoo, knowing from memory where it would be. "But right now, I think we should actually clean up."
It was later, after they had showered and ordered food that they comfortably sat eating on the couch. Riku had pulled his hair into a low ponytail, parts of it curling and sticking out.
"Who knew your hair isn't perfectly straight?" Sora had remarked as he pulled it up when it was still wet. Riku had scowled at him through wavy bangs the entire time.
Now they were in various states of lounge wear and, as they finished eating, had curled up with each other on the couch. Tomorrow, they had promised, would not be so… strenuous.
Sora breathed in deep, smelling Riku's hair.
"You smell like me," he muttered.
"You smell good, so that's a good thing," Riku responded. They were both slowly drifting off, the effects of their day finally catching up to them.
In their final defeat to sleep, they never heard Kairi enter. Their friend searched, curious to see what had become of her friends and why they had never joined her, when she found them on the couch. She smiled as she looked at them, snuggled close together.
"It's about damn time," she whispered to herself, covering them with a blanket before leaving as quietly as she had come.
Side Author's Notes: I'm not entirely sure I like this still. I had the entire thing in my mind when I started. And then I scratched it out, rewrote, scratched out, rewrote… Did that to each part pretty much until it started flowing smoothly. One part left to go and then I've covered the five senses. XD So friggen proud of myself.
