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-Midnight Snack-
Author’s note: To fill the ‘M’ rated quota
Er…first off…I haven’t written a “lemon” in a good long while -five years- so uh…I dun plan to just WHIP one out…xD but I’ll certainly make it your while ;)
Cliché “sex” scenes… I tried to make it….different? HA…yeah…iono…
Please forgive spelling/grammar
The diner was fantastic. Sora had never binged on cheese cake so much in his life. It was quite surprising. Riku had just laughed, having a few slices himself, but fewer than the brunet. Riku just sat there and stared at his potential lover, smiling and having quiet small talk with the boy.
The two were just happy. Things were working out after all. It was a blessing, to be sure. Kairi came to check on them if they needed anything else, “No, we’re fine.” Sora grinned.
The petite girl smiled and nodded, wishing them a good night as she walked on to her other customers. Riku looked at Sora and asked about the animosity he had displayed earlier towards the girl. Sora choked on his fork, since he was chewing on it, and looked at Riku with a tint of red on his cheeks, “I…what? Animosity?” Sora asked.
“You did, didn’t you?” Riku asked.
“I…well…a bit, yeah.” Sora looked down.
“Well?”
Looking up, Sora frowned, was he really going make him say it? Riku’s gaze didn’t falter and he sighed in defeat. No, Riku wasn’t baking down, “Well…,” Sora drawled, “I just though that…you know,” he fiddled with his fingers, “that…since you two are GOOD friends, I thought you…,” he paused, looking towards the side.
“You thought…?”
“I just thought that, you and Kairi were…,” he looked down and mumbled the rest, “a couple.”
Riku barely caught what Sora had said, but he heard it none the less and laughed a bit, “Kairi and I?” he asked. The brunet nodded, hiding his face, “Sora, what made you think that?”
“Like I said!,” Sora said, shutting his eyes in embarrassment, “I thought you two were a couple BEACAUSE you two were such close friends.” Sora said. He looked up at Riku and frowned. It clearly read, “Yeah, thanks for embarrassing me.”
Riku had just laughed and asked if Sora would like to stay the night.
So here they were, in Riku’s car, Sora a nervous wreck about the whole situation. Millions of possibilities ran through his mind and he knew that ONE of them had the potential of coming true. Sora looked at Riku, gripping his back pack that he got when they stopped at his apartment. Since Sora was going over at Riku’s, Roxas and Axel decided to keep the apartment company. “Oh man…I can just IMAGINE what they are doing…,” he mumbled more to himself. Riku heard however and looked at the brunet.
“Who?” he asked.
“Roxas and Axel…,” Sora said quietly, “I can just imagine what they’re up to.”
“They don’t seem the type that would be together.” Riku said, pulling up to his house. Sora gazed at the man’s house, being his first visit. His jaw dropped at the sight. Riku had one of those Hollywood type houses, with a bay window and all.
“THIS is your HOUSE?” Sora exclaimed.
“Yes…,” Riku smiled, “Is it…bad?”
“NO! I…just…MY GOD!” Sora stuttered. Riku laughed and got out of the car. He continued to stare at the older man’s house, his mouth hanging open. He then shook his head and got out as well, continuing their conversation, “I…uhm, yeah! They don’t seem like it since they are always fighting, but they’re really a good match. Roxas’s temper and Axel’s savvy ways; they cancel each other out. Roxas says that because of their bickering, they have the best make up sex-” Sora shut his mouth then and there. He looked at Riku, his eyes wide, “Uh…I mean…” he trailed off.
Riku looked at him and smiled quite smugly, “Make up sex?” he echoed.
“Uhm…yeah…anyways, nice house!” Sora recovered.
Riku chuckled at that, pushing his door open. Sora walked in and he was in even more awe. He did a whole three-sixty, gazing at Riku’s spacious house. Well, being in International Business Affairs can do this to a person. Riku really WAS rich.
The house was décor simply, a couch, simple TV, coffee table, and a plant of a sort. Riku didn’t have a plasma, didn’t have a leather couch, didn’t have some fancy fichus, he just had a simple home setting. -I guess if you house that LOOKS good…who cares what the inside looks like- Sora thought, but in all retrospect, Sora rather liked the homey feel. In fact, he loved it, The crème colored couch looked very inviting.
“You can put your things down in my room.” Riku said. Sora nodded and followed the man down a hall. Riku walked Sora towards the very end, pushing his bedroom door open and stepped aside, letting Sora in. The brunet slowly walked inside the warm room, his mouth slightly parting at the sight.
Riku’s room had a warm feel to it. The bed was made nicely, contrary to Sora’s messy unorganized bed. Sora was a firm believer that beds should really be made unless you KNOW you’ll have company over. Other wise, why make it if you’re just going to mess it up again later that night?
Just like the living room, Riku’s bedroom was quite simple. Two twin mattress were pushed together to make one. White sheets covered them followed by a snug looking blanket. On it was a picture of a bouquet of flowers. Sora ran a hand across the soft blanket, looking around. Two night stands stood on either side of the inviting bed, a lamp resting on both.
His windows were open, the white diaphanous curtains billowing in the soft gentle wind that traveled into the room. He slowly dropped hi back pack on the side of Riku’s bed and looked at the small picture frames that hung on the wall. He smiled; it was a tiny Riku, “Is this you?” he asked for good measure.
Riku walked up behind Sora and wrapped an arm around his waist, “Yes, that’s me when I was five. Those are my parents.” he said in Sora’s ear. The brunet smiled.
“You’re so cute.” he said softly.
Riku smiled against the brunet’s neck, ”Thank you,” he whispered in a husky tone. Sora shivered. He was adopting THAT voice. Sora had heard this sort of voice before. Axel had use a number of times when ever he was over or when Sora was around the man. It usually lead to Roxas blushing and stammering out how perverted Axel was. Sora was always clueless as to what Roxas was talking about. He soon learned.
And now Riku was using THAT voice on him.
Sure enough, Riku’s lips softly brushed against Sora’s lovely neck, making he boy shiver in his arms. Sora almost wished Riku wouldn’t do that.
Almost.
Sora closed his eyes, tilted his head and leaned fully against Riku’s body. The feelings that spread through him made him sigh. He wanted more of this unknown feeling, wondering briefly if this is how Roxas felt when Axel kissed his neck. Sora murmured something, but Riku paid no heed to it. Instead he licked and nipped at Sora’s skin, causing the brunet to sigh, pleased.
The jubilant feeling washing over his body like a wave and he swear Riku could make him sea sick with this feeling, but he wouldn’t mind. The euphoric high over taking him as he let his head fall back against Riku as he felt the older male’s hand float down his body. He felt those fingers play with the hem of his shirt and he shivered in delight.
“Ri…riku?”
“What is it?” he whispered in his ear. Sora worried his bottom lip.
“What are you…?”
“What do you think,” he licked Sora’s ear lightly, “Sora?”
-Whoa man…- Sora thought vaguely -His voice…oh my GOD his voice- Sora didn’t know what it was about people’s voices, but when that used it in a certain way like what Riku was doing, why was it that a person could literally melt?
Riku turned Sora around and slowly pressed his lips to the brunet’s. Sora was take aback, but slowly responded, going with the flow. His back pressed against the wall and he wrapped his arms around Riku’s neck, tilting his head as he made the first move this time. Sora slid his tongue along the seams on Riku’s lips, claiming immediate dominance.
Riku, however, had his own game plan to follow. He gripped Sora’s waist and lifted him up. Yelling in alarm, Sora lost concentration and Riku took this opportunity and held Sora up against the wall. His hand support the brunet with his hand under his back side, amazing Sora with his strength. Then again, he was propped against the wall.
Sora sighed and tilted his head once more, letting the man ghost his lips over his neck. Just the way Riku did it made Sora squirm. His breath tickled his skin, making his skin crawl as if he were cold. Though he was far from it. He then felt that slick tongue dance across his neck and he sucked in a sharp breath when Riku sucked the side of his exposed neck. Sora swam in the euphoria Riku was washing him with, dousing him. Sora could have drowned if he wasn’t so focused on that mouth that was giving him such feelings.
The next thing Sora was able to register in his ecstasy filled state was that he was being lowered on the bed. Amazing how once engaged in such of act, the act of sex, that all insecurities just seem to fly out the window. Modesty had no room here.
Sora pulled Riku down on him, wanting to feel that body against him. Just the feel of Riku’s body on top of his made Sora grow wild and impatient. Another side of him was released, oh Riku, what you have done. The brunet now sucked on Riku’s lip, taking the initiative.
Riku did not mind one bit, he relished in the brunet’s forwardness. He, in fact, encouraged it. If this was a soccer game, he would be that one parent screaming their child on. Oh, but Sora was no child, far from it. Riku smiled at that, and as far as Riku knew off, he consider sex a sport.
A sport one should always indulge in once and awhile.
Though he disapproved at one night stands and he could tell that this was NOT going to be a one night stand. Sora shifted, his hand twisting over the soft blanket, his body arching in the most delicious way. -Oh god!- Riku’s mind screamed as he watched keenly at the way Sora’s body moved. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought that Sora was teasing him.
Oh how quickly Sora had learned. The brunet lifted his body as Riku pushed his shirt up his body. He let out a soft half hearted whimper when he felt Riku’s hand press against between his legs. -Oh god! Right there…- Sora sighed inside. He pushed against that hand, wanting more of the delicious feeling. It was like he was deprived of food, only, this was FAR from food.
Riku smirked, “Like it?” he asked.
“Yes…” Sora whispered. Though his movements were anything but modest, he was still shy.
Riku smirked smugly at that answer and decided to skip the fore play, to Sora’s demise, and without any sort of warning, dipped his hands into Sora’s pants.
Sora sucked in his stomach to make room and found that, when one is laying down, your pants just MAGICALLY grew larger. Riku bypassed his boxer’s and went straight to it. Sora moaned quite openly and Riku licked his lips.
Oh that sound was such a wonderful prize.
He began to stroke Sora, watching as the boy twisted elegantly over his bed. His arms making almost a snow angel on his bed, though, it wasn’t quite like that. Riku figured, Sora just had no idea what to do with his hands. So Sora settled for gripping the sheets. His face twisted into sheer pleasure, his breathing speeding up. He was not panting, his mind screaming for what his mouth could not voice. -More!- he shouted in his head, though he said, “RIKU!”
Though he said ‘Riku’, it sounded more like ‘More!’. That was exactly how it sounded and Riku read between th lines, tightening his grip around Sora’s hard on, his hand becoming slick. He shifted, slowly becoming impatient with Sora’s pants. Those HAD to go.
Riku removed his hand, he started to undo Sora’s pants. The brunet lifted his hips, sensing Riku’s frustration. He kicked his pants off and quickly, quite willingly might Riku add, spread his legs and moaned vocally as Riku went back to work.
The silver head’s aim was to make the brunet come, and he was determined. With much renewed vigor, Riku entrenched all the skills and techniques he knew of on the boy. Memorizing what made Sora feel good. Sora was a withering mass by now, calling out Riku’s name. Yes, Riku had no idea how vocal he could be. He leaned forward and quite hungrily kissed Sora. The two kissed rather sloppily, not really caring at the moment.
By now, Sora was rolling his hips in time with Riku’s stroking hand. He could feel his completion coming. He wanted it to come, because the feeling was just so good, but then he didn’t because the feeling Riku was displaying on his body was just as wonderful.
Once more, Riku ghosts his lips upon Sora, the brunet reaching upwards with his own to catch those teasing lips. Riku only pulled away, doing the same action again before Sora got frustrated and crashed his lips to Riku’s. The silver haired man smiled.
Now, by the sounds of Sora’s oh so pleasing moans, Riku knew the boy was near; so now it was time to pull out all the stops. Riku applied the most advanced techniques to Sora, stroking him faster, applying just the right pressure at just the right moment. Sora was going mad, who would have thought that this would feel so good.
Forget modesty, Sora wanted it now.
“Riku!” he begged again. He wanted to release now, and if Riku wouldn’t give it to him, something very bad would happen. Sora just knew karma would not stand for such torture.
Sensing Sora’s quaint, he snorted at that, urgency, he decided enough fore play, if one would call this that, and just tried his best to get the boy to come. His hand and pace grew much faster, Sora’s voice grew higher, his breathing more labored.
The intense feeling built inside him, as if he was on a roller coaster. That was the best way Sora could describe it. The long await first drop on a ride, the heavy feeling pressing against your chest and you just HAD to scream for it to lift. Sora felt like that and with several more keening sounds and moans, Sora arched his back quite cat like and came.
Riku smiled to himself, sweat beading around his fore head as he gave Sora several more strokes, letting the boy run down his euphoria.
It was pure euphoria.
Sora panted, his body shaking his legs quivering and he laid there, breathless. He never, never, came so hard in his life. He rode out the many waves of pleasure that crashed upon in body. His body was hot, his heart working much faster than it ever had before.
He looked at Riku with hazy blue eyes, cheeks flushed, “Ri…riku…” he murmured. Riku smiled, leaning down to kiss Sora’s perfect mouth.
“How do you feel?” Riku asked.
“Good…” -Oh so good…- Sora said tiredly in his mind.
“Good…” Riku repeated. He slowly got up and walked towards the bathroom to wash. Sora laid there, his pants still hanging off one foot before he lazily sat up and groaned. Riku came back with a wet towel and began to clean the little mess they made.
Now modesty was back and she was working her stuff.
Sora blushed as Riku ran the towel down his legs, then back up between his thighs. “Oh, now are you shy?” Riku teased.
“Well…!” Sora stuttered. “I mean…” he looked down.
Smiling, Riku kissed Sora’s forehead and stood. He walked back towards the bathroom and threw the damp towel in the sink. He’d deal with it later. When Riku walked back into his room, Sora was pulling his pants back up and zipping it.
Sora looked up at Riku, cheeks stained quite attractively. Riku chuckled low in his throat and kissed Sora lovingly. Things were looking up after all.
Well, now Sora knew what Riku meant when he said ‘orgasm in a cup.’
Though, he thought, the real thing was MUCH better than any coffee he could make.
-end Midnight Snack-
Till the next five years…xD
Thanks for reading!!
PS: While writing this, my friend took me to Coffee Bean...hahahahaha xD Ahh...yes, Riku's drink is the only drink I get...and the only coffee I like...I hate coffee...D:
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