Nights Like These

Title: Nights like these
Author: Kitteh
Genre/Warnings: AU, romance, yaoi
Pairings: RikuxSora

Usual disclaimers apply, which are…not mine.

Also, if only one person tells me again that Kingdom Hearts has NO hints at all that there is boys’ love involved, Imma punch them. Feel free to IM me about reasons. X3~

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It’s always the same with him. I place him on the passenger’s seat of my car and buckle him up and as always, he inhales deeply as I lean over him to do so. It’s adorable, really. Adorable and amusing and damn annoying. And so typical.


I would take Sora to a party a friend of ours threw, he would bounce around as if on sugar high and amuse me greatly if only I was able to watch him. Then he would have a drink, and if it had only a drop of alcohol in it, my best friend would get that bedroom look on his face and cling to me. At least he clung to me, not to someone with…unsavoury intentions.


“Riku…?” Impossibly blue eyes look over at me, half lidded, as I slide into the driver’s seat. “Is the party over already?”

‘For you’, I think to myself and smile. Behind Sora’s window pane, a certain redhead is nuzzling up and down his blond boyfriend’s neck, who is most likely watching the moon and stars and bitching at the taller to not squeeze him that hard. Axel and Roxas are amusing, too. Shaking my head, I start the beat-up car I call mine, turn on the light like a good boy, and snicker at the jump Roxas gives; he most likely didn’t notice anyone besides them out here. Everyone else is still inside, besides Kairi, the party pooper, who turned in early, at least four hours ago already. To think of it, though, I haven’t seen Naminé for the same amount of time, too. “Yes, Sora. The party is over. I’m taking you home, okay?”


Even the way he whines is adorable. I have to chuckle again as he turns sleepy puppy eyes on me, but it won’t work. Oh no. Now keep your eyes on the road, Riku, don’t let it get to you…damn, I looked. “You’re tired.”


“No, I’m not.”

“No arguing in my car, Sora.”

“You only say that ‘cause you’d lose…”

“Against an underage drunkard? Think again.”

“That was mean!”


I think I really have hurt his befuddled brain this time. The look he gives me is heart breaking and I know exactly, why…he hates being reminded that I’m a year older than him, allowed to drive -although I have the sneaky suspicion he likes the rides I give him- and about me besting him, of course. In just about everything. Hah.

“Shh, Sora…no crying.” I did it again. I pulled over onto the side of the road, a quiet neighbourhood just a few streets from the one we live in, seeing as our houses are right next to each other. I laid three fingertips beneath his chin, the skin and flesh are soft and pliant there. Vulnerable.

“I’m not crying.”


The flesh moves with him speaking. I can feel the words he says before they reach my ears even. His gaze crosses with mine before I lower my eyes, trailing over the boyishly cute face, subtly defined lines still softened with baby fat, over the tresses that hang into his dazed eyes, the soft cheeks, his mouth, his chin where my fingers still are, and down the neck that is bare to the collar of his shirt.


Sometimes, I want to sink my teeth into that swan neck. Sora doesn’t know, isn’t even aware what he is showing all year unless he wears a scarf, which is rare on the islands. Something precious, something that should be mine. Mine alone. I love Sora’s neck. I know exactly how it smells, from the back of his ears to the crook of neck and shoulder, I know how the tiny hairs in the back of his neck stand up whenever something soft brushes over the sensitive skin, wind, hair, maybe fingertips…breath…


I think I stared at his neck now for a whole of five minutes, for the radio station that is quietly playing in the background has changed songs twice already. The one it plays now is one of Sora’s favourites. I know each word, each part of tune by heart. I know he loves it, with the way his eyes close and his head cants, a smile playing over his face. It’s my clue to pull away and get my obsession home already. It’s well after midnight.


And still, I cannot really pull away. My fingertips are stroking, caressing the soft skin of below Sora’s chin gently, like the whisper of a breath as I pull my hand away slowly. He purrs, much like a cat. A soothing, content humming in the very back of his throat.

I look at the road again, to not fall into his eyes again as he opens them, I know he opens them, startled at the sudden buzzing of the car as I start it again and pull away from the sidewalk. The short drive home is quiet and peaceful.


“Can you walk?”


“Huh?”


I chuckle again. “We’re home, silly. Staying the night?”


Both of our parents are gone over the weekend. Together, too…what a coincidence, huh? Sora hates sleeping alone in a house the size of his and mine. They’re not mansion-y large, but they are large enough to feel pretty alone in it once no one else was around anymore.


He nods enthusiastically. It makes him dizzy again, it’s obvious. I smile at him and get out of the car, rounding it and picking Sora up, then locking the car.


“Your place or mine?”


“Yours.”, he decides with a nod as he is settled comfortably, bridal style on my arms. His own slide around my neck, and he rests his head against my shoulder.


His breath washes over my collarbone, steadily. In, out. In, and out again. As if he’s sleeping. It makes me shiver…I adjust him in my arms, to be able to loosen one forearm to unlock the door and kick it open.

“You’re so strong…”, he coos. I laugh at him again, gently so.


“Well, sweet bride of mine…shall we enter our new home?”, I joke. Half-joke…maybe I don’t joke at all. If we were married, I could kiss him. Mh. Maybe I should propose.

For now, he giggles and nods, leaning up to nuzzle my jawline as he plays along, swaying his feet lightly. Sora snickers as they bump against the doorframe and kick over the terribly corny vase my mother has set up for the umbrellas behind the door, once I close it, and I groan and roll my eyes. “Silly.” Sauntering into the living room, which is dark with only the moon shining through the three large windows on the east side, he reaches up and wonderingly draws a hand through my bangs. They appear ethereal in the moonlight, I’ve been told often enough. I smile again and my lips brush his forehead beneath the unruly bangs of his own in a half-kiss before I lower him onto the couch carefully. He shouldn’t be allowed to look so frail. It’s unfitting for a young man.


It also makes me want to draw him into my arms and hold him forever, or eat him all up so he won’t be able to leave me again. But that thought, on second thought, is icky, and he would leave again…in some way or the other. Ahem. I shouldn’t think about those kinds of things when having Sora right in front of me. He reaches for me, he always does. I love taking him on parties just because he’s clingy and cuddly afterwards. Mom hates shoes on the couch, so I take his off and kick mine away before letting myself plop down and sigh as I stretch a bit. A moment later, Sora is on my lap and nestling against me, the soft, content purring coming once again.


I wrap my arms around his warm, slender body again and pull him closer, to which he smiles against the thin fabric of my chest. His hair smells like the smoke of fruit tobacco from the hookahs Demyx had set up in the basement entertainment room he had had the party in. It’s just barely bearable…not because it smells bad, which it doesn’t, but because it covers the scent of Sora’s hair and shampoo. He is moving against me. Only very lightly, but I can feel it, and it is heaven.


Impossible to ignore that, even for me, I tip up his chin again and set my lips against the full softness of his pretty little mouth. I only dare to kiss him when he is like this, otherwise, he could push me away or cry or even hate me, as cliché as it sounds. And because I couldn’t bear to be without Sora, I only do it when he’s clingy, anyways.


It’s different tonight. Something wet brushes against the seam of my lips as he licks them, and I grant him access into my mouth; not for long, then I plunder his. How sweet he tastes, underneath the faint layer of what he ate and drank before we left, and I’m desperate to taste Sora himself…I’m stealing his breath and have to smile about it as he pulls back, gasping and panting, and looks up at me reproachfully. He shivers with a moan as I kiss his neck next, that wonderful part of his body I have been obsessing about for a long time now, brushing and kissing and licking. I blow cool air over one of the wet trail and he shivers again, goose bumps rising over his smooth, lightly tanned flesh.


“Beautiful…”, I coo at him once I have pulled back again and watch him in the pale, silver light, my own eyes half lidded as he blushes sweetly, lips kiss-bruisedly red and swollen, erotically so if I dare to think something like that about Sora. His hair is dishevelled around his flushed face, and there is a small bite mark forming on the side of his perfect neck. I lean forwards and kiss it again, soothing it with lips and tongue, until Sora shudders and moans again. He’s losing his shirt faster tonight than usual. Maybe it’s the night; it’s full moon, after all. My palms slide beneath the hem of his shirt, encircling his waist almost and slide up slowly, a heavenly expanse of soft skin beneath my hands that is exposed gradually, until his shirt is flung away. Mine follows quickly, and his mouth latches onto my shoulder.


A hiss answers him, he knows very well that this is a weak spot, the little imp…punishment is due. Yes it is. I love though how responsive he is tonight, how he mewls as my hand slides into the back of his cargo pants, the way he moans once my fingers are cupped around the round cheek perfectly, fingertips brushing the very core of him, which is trembling much like he is. The pants he wears are baggy, which leave plenty room for my hand in them as well, along with Sora’s cute little butt. The shirt he’d worn had been tight, little tease that he is. He knows very well about party nights, too. Sometimes I think he’s playing drunk so I’ll take him home and make sure he is alright…and I find myself not caring about that.


His pretty mouth is at my ear, moaning into it breathily the more my hands moves, the other brushing down his side again to flick open the button of his pants with my thumb, and pull down the zipper. It gives my right hand even more room back there, and it slides further down. I smirk against his warm, bare shoulder as I encounter no restriction at all, meaning my little nymph has dodged underwear today.


“And that with how loose and low your pants are…”


Sora laughs, quietly, and nestles further into me, on his knees straddling my thighs by now. My fingertips brush the very back of his balls gently, again and again, as I nibble at his shoulder and smirk at his now louder moans. I love it when he does that. And he knows I love it…but I don’t think it’s because of that. I like to think that he moans because my touches feel good. He gasps as I drag my tongue over the satiny skin of his shoulder, down to his collarbone, to nip at that as well.


“Riku…”

The sound of his voice is amazing when arousal clouds it. Not at all bouncy or cheery, but one of the most erotic things in the world at least to me, it is husky and breathy, with a small hint of a mewl in it. He only does that when I touch a very special spot on his body, which is mine to know alone, no one else does. Reaching through his legs from behind, I place a fingertip, feathery light, at his hip bone, and run it through the crease his thigh makes as it meets his body, around and around, past the erection that has awoken long ago already, brushing against the smooth globes behind, and tickling the ass cheek before laying on the small, hot hole again, tapping against it idly. Repeatedly. It drives him insane.


It doesn’t take long for my finger to vanish into his body, after I pushed it into his mouth, that was, thrusting two of the pale digits between the still parted lips. Sora has an amazing mouth. The little tongue slid around and between, coating them in a layer of glistening saliva, which was used as an early lubrication for my path to both heaven and hell. Heaven because it felt so good, to be able to have Sora and make him feel good in return, and hell because in a way I was using his vulnerable, helpless body for my own pleasure. But what a body it is…


By the time he was naked and on the couch beneath me, I had grabbed the lube I had stashed away between the couch cushions…after all, I knew Demyx would throw a party at the weekend our parents were out. Sora was beneath me and accepting me into him with moans and soft little grunts and gasps and a look on his face as he looked up at me, myself of course naked by now as well, that made me feel like a god, his god; the way I wanted to be. The ends of my hair tickle his face and shoulder and long, slender legs wind around my waist once I was situated. I lay a palm against one thigh, feeling it quiver beneath my touch, all the time that I let Sora adjust to my length and girth inside of him.


The muscles protecting the heavenly hole are still quivering and spasming, from anger maybe that I had intruded that rudely, or from simply submitting.


“I love you…”, he coos against my face as I lean down to kiss him again and I smile against his lips before claiming then the moment my hips begin to thrust, fucking him gently into the couch cushions. He doesn’t give me an opportunity to respond, not just now anyways, pushing back against me and moaning into my mouth. My chest is pressed tightly against his, belly too, to have the ultimate amount of body contact, just the way he loves it. The way I love it. One of my arms, the one that doesn’t stroke the back his thigh, is curled around his neck to cushion his precious head as I kiss him again and again, his lovely throat by now coated in a thin layer of sweat which is repeatedly lapped away by a tongue I recognize as my own between kisses.


It’s slow tonight, the way I love him. It rarely is, compared to other, faster times, but it’s just as passionate as pounding him into his mattress. Just as intense as him above me, bouncing on my lap. His fingernails dig into my back, leaving red marks for sure, crescent shaped. I don’t have to rub his aching erection tonight; the press of mine against his belly does that for me.


“Riku…more…”


“Mmmh, baby…”


I bury my face into the crook of his neck once more, moaning deeply as he throbbing, tightening channel around my cock and the moisture between us has me coming right after him. I nuzzle his ear as he calms down, nipping it tenderly.


“Me too.”

“Huh?”, he blinks up with the most adorable expression of all, one that could get me going again if I wasn’t so sure that he is tired. His pretty eyes are drooping already. A night on the couch doesn’t sound so bad, I contemplate as I pull a fleece blanket over us and slid off him to his side, sandwiching him protectively between the back of the couch and my front. I hold him close again, and he nestles in happily, eyes closing once more.

“I love you, too.”


It’s nights like these that keep me trying. And going to parties. I hate parties, actually…but Sora seems to like them.


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