oath_breaker | drabble #7

Drabble, soriku, canon verse
Mischievous kisses.

"Where've you been?" Riku asked curiously, shutting the door to their closet. Sora hummed and sat on the edge of their bed, crossing his ankles.

"Do I get anything if I tell you?" Sora grinned, obviously in a playful mood. Riku crossed his arms and leveled Sora with a stare.

Sora tapped his lips twice, blue eyes dancing. Riku hesitated, glancing at their closed door then back to Sora. He seemed content to wait patiently, leaning back on his hands.

Riku shifted from foot to foot, then crossed to the bed in a too-quick stride, sitting down roughly.

Riku could probably guess what Sora had been up to, but they both enjoyed asking after each other's day come evening. Riku shifted, closing the distance between their legs. He grabbed the hem of his jacket, twisting it in his grip.

Still Sora waited, as if the prelude was just as much reward as the act. There was nothing Sora loved more than a game, and teasing Riku happened to be his new favorite pasttime.

Taking a settling breath to calm his nerves, Riku leaned over and kissed him, a soft chaste press of his lips before he just as quickly backed off.

Sora's lashes fluttered open and he pursued his lips, then shook his head. "Nope."

Riku scowled and tried valiantly to ignore the heat creeping into his cheeks. He leaned back in and kissed Sora longer this time, both of then tilting their heads to accommodate. It was long enough that the tension bled from his shoulders, that his hand found Sora's.

Sora had finally learned to use chapstick after Riku had pinned him down and applied it himself. His lips were soft now, always quirked in the corners with the hint of a smile. Riku pulled back slower this time.

Sora eyes were still closed as he said, "Nuh uh."

Riku scoffed, but didn't complain. He kissed him again, except he was starting to forget the whole point of the game, hand encircling Sora's wrist and the other finding Sora's shirt over his stomach, twisting to kiss him deeper. Sora was leaning further back under Riku's weight.

At some point between the start and finish of the 3rd and 4th kiss, Sora's hand had delved into Riku's slightly longer hair. Riku barely pulled away, both of their breathing heavier. "Now?" Riku asked, half-remembering.

Sora hummed, entirely content and totally forgetting.

Riku laughed as he pushed Sora flat to kiss him senseless.