And So...?

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There is an island, on which there is a
street, on which there is a quaint, two story house. In this house,
on the second floor, two boys are doing things their mothers probably
wouldn't agree with them doing, if only because they are both
somewhat overprotective.

Tongues, lips, teeth, skin... Touch,
kiss, scratch. Just feel.

It
feels good.

Sora pulls one of his legs down from
around Riku's hip as he sits up, mouth still pressed wetly against
his best friend's. His hands run, scratching lightly across the pale
boy's back.

A moan, and then a breathy Sora,
whispered into the brunette's ear gives him greater confidence, and
as Riku's hands slid up from the tops of his thighs (god
but he was so close to where
he wanted him) toward his torso, pulling off his shirt,
Sora can't think too well anymore.

Because the last time they were
shirtless together was different. Last time it was as friends.

But now, flat, hard chest is pressed
against flat, hard chest, the skin soft and the friction delicious
as Riku pulls the smaller boy into his lap, running his tongue and
lips from shoulder to neck, feeling the delighted reaction as the
brunette's nipples tighten and plead with Riku for more,
more, more.

And the silver-haired boy is smirking,
capturing Sora's lips once again and rolling him on his back. The
kiss on the mouth is moving down, to Sora's chin, neck, chest, everywhere. The
brunette is panting, arching into every kiss that moves down his
body, every lick that sears the nerves of his skin. And he is
achingly hard, god is
he hard, but he won't beg.

Not yet.

And that tongue has found his belly
button, and Sora doesn't know whether to giggle (though he totally
doesn't giggle, because that wouldn't be manly), or to groan in
frustration. He opts for the latter, and his belly button is
immediately attacked with an onslaught of thrusting, swirling licks, in and out.

Riku watches Sora melt bellow him, his
eyes glowing devious in the dark room as they meet Sora's half-lidded
gaze. He lets his mouth meet the sparse, gentle brown hairs that lead
to the button of Sora's pants.

The belt unlatches, under shakingly
nimble hands, but is left there, and Sora watches as Riku stops,
crawling up and over the body of the boy beneath him, dipping low at
the end so their chests' meet just as their mouths do.

"Sora... You have no idea..."

The brunette smiles gently, rolling his
hips up into the boy above him.

"I do, Riku," He says,
nipping gently at Riku's ear, hoping it's as sensitive as his own,
"You
have no idea"

At this it's almost as if something in
the silverette freezes, and he looks incredulously down at his best
friend.

"Sora, didn't you only just figure out you were gay?"

Sapphire blue eyes look at Riku in a
way that suggests he believes the other to be an idiot. "What's
your point, Riku?"

Riku grunts at Sora, the warm breath
messing up sex-mussed hair, "Well I've been gay and in love with
your idiot self for years.
So the point here is, obviously, that you
have no idea."

Sora looks dumbfounded, but then just
smiles up at his entirely-too-serious best friend.

"Riku, do you seriously always have to win?"

And then Sora's smile is widening as
Riku laughs.

"Yes, Sora. Yes, I do."

Words? What words? They're lost as
mouths become preoccupied with open-mouthed kisses, licks, nips,
bites, sensation.

As Riku descends again on Sora, his
hands nervously find their way to the outside of the brunette's
pants. The belt buckle in hand, he pulls it through the loops as Sora
raises his hips.

And god
look at him. Tan skin, skinny hips, lean build... the trail of hairs
leading to something far more dangerous outlined through the thin
fabric of pants. Riku can't believe his luck.

The silver-haired boys mouth is back at
Sora's ear, breathing gently into it, nipping the lobe, absorbing the
mewls of the younger boy like the pure sex they represent, and a
question lingers.

"Sora... Is it okay?"

To make his point, his hand ghosts
across the brunette's straining erection, only for a moment as his
hand returns to the snap at his pants.

Fuck.

A gasping, sputtered "Yes!"
is heard, and a pale hand hesitates for only a second more before the
button is gone, and the zip is down.

Riku's eyes never leave Sora's face as
he traces the tip through the barrier of Sora's boxers. The eyes,
half-closed, staring strait into his; the mouth, lightly open and
panting; the lips looking violated and swollen; and a lust flavored
blush splayed across Sora's cheeks all only make Riku that much more
eager.

"Sora..." He whispers again,
watching that face intently as his hand only gently encases the still
cloth-covered shaft. "Sora... I'm going to make you come for
me."

And that is where Sora's mind shuts
down, and he is lost in the pleasure his
Riku is about to give him.

Lips are pushed together again, hot,
hard, and nearly graceless. Sora pushes roughly against his best
friend's mouth, lost in the heat between their bodies, the feeling of
Riku above him, sweating lightly as the intensity of their kiss
increases exponentially.

And then Sora's mouth is left alone,
Riku sitting back on his knees and looking at the brunette layed out
on the floor before him.

Sora, shirtless, sitting up on his
elbows, pants half down, erection straining against a pair of boxers
covered in rubber duckies (and he made fun of Riku's puppies?), legs
apart and waiting for Riku to come back to him.

Riku smirks at him slyly, pulling off
Sora's shoes and yanking his pants down the remainder of the way. His
eyes stay on Sora's, even as he runs his hands under the boxers up to
the soft skin where thighs meet hips, brushing his thumbs over the
beginnings of the slightly more rough hairs.

"Fuck... Ri-ku..."

Riku can't help but grin devilishly at
the sound of his name from Sora, the real
sound of his name from the real Sora, not just a dream or a fantasy, but reality.

The silver-haired boy's tongue finds
itself busy teasing gently through boxers, sucking lightly on the tip
of the other boy's erection. His hands gently massage near the base
of his dick, giving a little but waiting for a plea.

"What do you want, Sora?"

And Sora was not above saying please.

"God, Riku... God, I want you on me. Just don't
stop." He pants, hands clenching uselessly at the
carpet everytime Riku's mouth sucks him off gently through his
boxers. This is excruciating, it's fucking torture, and it feels so
fucking good.

And now the other boy is slipping the
boxers off, and one of the brunette's hand finds itself in the silver
hair of his best fr- no, lover,
the other supporting him as he watches intently.

Riku kneels comfortably between Sora's
legs, looking at the pulsing erection in his hand, hoping beyond hope
that this is going to feel as good for Sora as it should.

After all, he doesn't really know what
he's doing. It's really just lucky that he has a penis too and thus
knows what to do with it.

And with a deep breath and another
confident smirk, Riku's mouth is hot and wet around Sora's dick, and
it's sucking gently, moving only slightly.

"Nguh... Riku...God... more..."

With those few words, Riku understands,
and he's taken all of Sora in his mouth, and he's coming up, down,
in, out. He stops to breathe, his hand taking over the job as he
rolls the tip in his mouth before releasing it with a soft 'pop.'

Sora's hips are thrusting into Riku's
palm, and Riku allows himself to watch Sora in the throes of lust,
all for him
and no one else,
before his mouth is coming back down around his best friend, hislover, and
for Sora it's all wet hot tongues, mouth, lips, sucking, god,
please, god...

"Riku!
I... I'm... I don't..."

And Riku's mouth moves faster, sucks
just a little harder before releasing to replace his mouth on Sora's,
his hand pumping long, hard, fast strokes along Sora's shaft.

Fuck
god please I want it give it to me it's almost there so close so
close fuckFuckRikuRiku RI-KU...

The older boy pulls away as Sora's
mouth becomes immobile, a choked moan escaping, and Riku watches
greedily as Sora comes into his palm. He strokes him a few more
times, panting and enjoying watching Sora convulse in the stimulation
of his post-orgasmic sensitivity.

The brunette looks at the other boy
from the place where he's laid down on the floor, panting and sated,
and grabs the other boy to pull him in for a kiss.

This kiss is less passion, less need,
but no less intense. This is the kiss that tells more than the
story of sex; the story of two people who have fallen in love,
and are making that love a verb.

"Riku... that was..." Sora
smiles sheepishly, realizing for the first time what just happened.
"That was amazing."

Riku can only chuckle at Sora, not even
worried about himself for the moment (okay, so he's hard as steel and
needs something,
but Sora is more important at the moment).

"Course it was good. I'm good at
everything I do." Riku looks down at his beautiful Sora,
noticing not for the first time that his hand is still covered in
goo. He discreetly wipes it off on Sora's boxers as Sora's eyes close
for only a moment.

While Riku ruins Sora's poor ducky
boxers and then lays down next to Sora, the brunette is lazily and
excitedly running over in his head what just happened.

And then smiles, because he realizes
the fun isn't quite over yet.

But then there is still the question
of... well... How do two guys
have sex?

"Hey, Riku?"

"Hm?"

Sora suddenly feels really nervous. How
stupid! I mean he did just have my thing in his mouth...

"Um... well... what about you?"

Riku raises and eyebrow and turns his
head to look at Sora. The brunette blushes as dark as a tomato, rolls
to his side, and rests his hand on Riku's hard shaft.

And, Sora has to admit, seeing Riku
close his eyes and breath in deeply, shivering, feels almost as good
as having Riku's mouth on him. Almost.

"Sora..." Riku's hand comes
to rest on Sora's, "You don't have to-"

"But Ri-ku... I want... More. I
want to know how... How guys... Um... y'know..."

At that Riku removes Sora's hand and
sits up, bringing Sora with him. "Hey, let's sit on the bed. The
floor kinda hurts my back." But Sora knows Riku heard him,
because the silver-haired boy's face is completely red.

As they sit down, Riku's blush fades a
bit, and Sora grabs a blanket for himself because he's naked and it's
cold.

Riku sighs deeply. "I have an idea
about how we do it... But... I mean, it sounds kinda gross."

Sora thinks about that for a moment.
"Well, when you think about it, you having my penis in your
mouth is kinda gross, but it felt really good. So this would probably
feel good too. So how does it work?"

Riku is taken aback at just how
innocently blunt Sora can be, and just goes ahead and says it.

"I'm pretty sure it means one guy
takes his... penis, and puts it in the other guy's ass."

There's a silence for a bit.

"You're right, that is kinda
gross. And it sounds like it hurts. Plus, we go to the bathroom from
there!" Sora says, making a face.

Riku gives Sora a look. "We pee
from the other thing too, remember? Geeze, you need to at least notice these things, Sora."

"Shut up, Riku. Anyway, that's not
the point!" Sora says, flustered.

Sora isn't quite sure how to tell Riku
that he wants to do everything they can do. Because he still wants to
prove to Riku that he needs him.

He's not really sure how to ask Riku to
have sex with him.

At Sora's silence, Riku lays down on
the bed and stretches out, waiting for Sora to continue.

But instead he gets lips pressed
against his own, at first gently, chastely, a kiss that's just saying I love you.
But soon the kiss is demanding more, and lips are moving more
quickly, tongue demanding entrance, and Riku's hands are on Sora's
back, pulling him against him as Sora tosses the blanket to the side.
He straddles Riku, bracing his hands on Riku's shoulders, and pulls
back.

"I want it."

Riku blinks.

"Come again?"

This time Sora smirks. "Exactly."

"Huh?"

And
they call me
oblivious?

"Riku, I want it. I want to have
sex with you." He says, decisively, eyes once again full of
lust.

Riku could feel the evidence of Sora's
rapidly increasing desire against his belly.

"Sora, are you sure about this?"
He asks, feeling slightly unsure. He doesn't want to hurt Sora, and
it did sound
painful. And they could wait, couldn't they? Really, they'd only just
started kissing and shit that
night. "I mean, we can wait..."

But Sora shakes his head. "Remember
when I said I wanted you? Well I meant everything I said. I want you
any way I can have you. And I want you to have sex with me."

And before he knows it, Sora is on his
back again.

"You always are just asking
for it, Sora." Riku growls into the brunettes ear,
feeling the other tremble beneath him. "You want it? I'll give
it to you. I'm yours, but just remember that you asked
for it."

But there isn't any protest from the
brunette boy as he is once again attacked by his lover, Riku's mouth
and hands anywhere and everywhere. Somewhere along the line Riku's
boxers disappeared, and then Riku's lips were at Sora's ears again,
stroking Sora's hard shaft again.

But then the hand is gone, and the
tongue and lips are still nibbling on an ear as Riku shifts and-

Oh

Riku moves his hips back and forth,
shivering and enjoying the tantalizing friction as their erections
rub together. Sora opens his legs, looking down at the point where
Riku's pelvis met his own, and nearly came again at seeing them
pressed together, so intimately, right
there, and he just didn't want it to stop.

Their hips roll together gently in
unison, before Riku forces himself to stop and look at Sora. They are both covered in a light sheen of sweat, and the light reflected
beautifully off Sora's features.

"Sora... do you have any... lotion
or anything?"

The brunette takes a second to process
the question, his brain clouded in a haze of Riku, before answering.
"Yeah, bedside drawer. Why?"

Riku nods and retrieves it. "I'm
gonna try to get you ready. And not hurt you."

Sora suddenly understands that he's the
one who's about to have a penis in his butt. Oh well. He nods in
acknowledgment at his best friend, and tries to mentally prepare.

But all mental preparation is lost as
Riku's tongue and mouth find Sora's neck and ears again, and then
he's wrapped himself around Riku once again and is losing himself in
sensation.

Until he feels the first finger enter.

"Whoa!"

Riku immediately freezes. "You
okay?" He asks, his eyes full of worry.

Sora thinks for a minute. "Yeah.
It doesn't hurt... it just feels... really weird. Just... keep
going."

"Are you sure?" Riku asks,
really not wanting to hurt Sora the first night he has him to
himself.

Sora sighs, irritated. "Yes, I'm
sure, Riku! Just kiss me some more."

A smirk. "Gladly."

Riku's mouth set about distracting Sora
again, working his way up to two fingers wriggling inside Sora when
suddenly Sora convulsed and gasped in an entirely pleasant sounding
way.

"What just happened?" Riku
asked, looking down at Sora, confused.

"I dunno. Just do that again.
Wiggle your fingers."

Oh
god oh god that feels amazing

Riku watched as Sora gave another sexy
shudder.

"Riku, there's something there.
And it feels really, really good." Sora pants, trembling with
pleasure.

Riku thinks for a moment. "I guess
that's why guys have sex like this," he smirks.

And their mouths are pressed together
again, wetly sliding against eachother as Riku's fingers pull out.
His hand encircles Sora's dick, stroking it a few times, loving the
feel of it in his palm.

His other hand is getting himself
ready, and as soon as he is well-covered, his mouth meets Sora's
again and he's pushing himself inside.

The brunette inhales sharply, closing
his eyes against the painful invasion.

"Sora... Am I hurting you?"

Blue eyes open and meet concerned
aquamarine. "Shit, I knew it. Here, we can stop, I'm so sorry
Sora I-"

"Riku." Sora breathes,
halting Riku from pulling out and trying to adjust to the feeling of
having Riku inside of him, "Stop acting like a girl. I'm not
gonna break, and I already told you I want to have sex, now will you
please just do what I asked?"

Riku was indignant.

"Fine, Sora. I will
fuck you, right now."

Slam.

Ah!
Mmm...

And then there were thrusts, Sora being
rocked back into his bed as one of Riku's hands found and interlaced
with his, the other holding and rolling Sora's hips into his own. In,
out, friction, god he's
so tight. Don't stop, please, just don't stop.

And Riku is moaning into Sora's ear,
and Sora has never heard anything like the way Riku moans his name
"Sora, Sora,
Sora," and it's fucking beautiful, and god
Riku is inside of him, moving, thrust, thrust, thrust, and he can
feel the hair from Riku's legs brush against his own as Riku fucks
him.

The silver hair is sticking to his face
and back as he starts to sweat, feeling a pooling heat coiling
tightly in his belly. Sora is below him, moaning, panting, wanting,
clinging to him, loving
him, more than anything he's ever wanted, and there are
scratches on his back, from Sora's
nails, and Sora is stroking himself as Riku fucks him and god god god
he's so tight
and fucksoraSORA-

Sora feels Riku pull completely out
just as he strokes himself to his second orgasm, and feels Riku spill
out onto his tummy just as the older boy collapses onto him.

Sora wraps his arms around Riku,
holding him there tightly, finally feeling safe and knowing that Riku
won't leave him again because he's had him every what he can have
him. And Riku is curling himself into Sora, knowing that finally
Sora is his, and he's made Sora happy, and he really needs nothing
else.

As they lay and breathe, Sora suddenly
starts to laugh.

Riku doesn't even move as he asks him,
"What's so funny?"

"Riku, if we sleep like this,
we'll wake up stuck together!"

The older boy gets up tiredly and
notices the sticky mess between them.

"Gross. I'm gonna go get your
ducky boxers."

Sora immediately stops giggling.

"But those are my favorite!"

"Well, I already wiped some of the
stuff on them earlier... Remember when I did you on the floor?"

"Riku! You owe me a new pair."

Riku just smiles as he cleans them both
up.

"You're the one that wanted it so bad."

"... Shut up."

And, clean, the two boys are once again
laying entwined, the older more than ready to pass out for the night.

Well, morning, seeing as the sun has
started to rise.

"Hey, Riku?"

The older boy tiredly responds. "Hm?"

"I love you."

Riku thinks to himself that it would be
bad if he squeezed Sora until he popped, because then he would have
no more Sora.

"I love you too. Idiot. Let's get
some sleep."

"Jerk."

"Hm."

But one boy is curled around the other,
and fingers are interlaced.

And two boys are smiling.

Because all is finally
well.

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A/N: AHHH. My first yaoi sex scene.
Jesus. This was a monster to write, and was really rather difficult.
Why is it so long? Shit. I hope it isn't bad. I'm a bit nervsy about
it, so please be gentle.

Love love!