writetomyheart | [Team 1] Winner Stick

Eri passed onto me but I am not any less a mess than I was last turn, so you get like half a suggestive Riku/Sora that I should probably finish.

"Congrats, you win a decent night of sleep." Riku flopped across Sora's chest heavily, pinning him down. He dropped his forehead against Sora's collarbone and closed his eyes, as if perfectly content to spend the night that way, on top of the blankets and with his feet hanging off the end of the bed.

"Nice try, buddy," Sora said, working fingers into the base of Riku's ponytail to lift his head back up. "You said anything I wanted."

"Did I? Sounds foolish of me," Riku said. Sora gave him a flat, unimpressed look, and Riku blinked innocently. "Is there something you want?"

"Riku." Sora squirmed under Riku's weight, not because he didn't like it, but because he'd crawled into bed without bothering to put anything on after his shower and curled up against Riku's side with obvious intent.

Riku, unbelievably, was still managing an innocent, mildly puzzled expression. "What? I'm not a mindreader."

"Riku," Sora insisted, starting to blush. Just to have something to fidget with, Sora tugged the elastic out of Riku's hair, brushing fingers through the fine strands. "C'mon. You know what."

"Yeah." Riku's expression softened, but his gaze stayed stubborn. "But I still want you to say."

Sora colored even darker, biting down on his lower lip. It wasn't new, the two of them trying to talk about sex instead of just fumbling through it at warp speed, but he struggled to put any of it into words, even when it was just him and Riku. It was especially hard to give the kind of direction that Riku seemed to want before they even got started, when Sora was perfectly pleased to just let it turn out however felt best in the moment.

The trouble was that Sora liked everything. Sora liked it when everything was a confused rush, and just as much when Riku went slow just to tease him. He liked getting Riku worked up until he was too loud, but also the times when Riku was quiet so that only Sora could hear. Bossing Riku around was hot, but sometimes Riku held Sora's wrists down and ordered him to stop squirming and it was perfect. How was he supposed to choose between all that stuff?

"You don't have to," Riku offered. The tease had dropped out of his voice, and he was watching Sora's face closely. Sora could see him trying to figure out if this was one of those times when Sora didn't feel like talking.

"That's not it," Sora reassured, letting go of Riku's hair to cup his face, running thumbs over Riku's cheekbones. "I'm thinking. Gimme a sec."

There wasn't a wrong answer; Sora could name anything for the sake of naming something and Riku would do it. But it seemed like there might be a really good answer if Sora were just smart enough to come up with it. It was just incredibly hard to think when Riku turned his head to kiss Sora's palm, eyes low-lidded, the flicker of his tongue wet and warm and…

"Do you need some multiple choice up there or something?" Riku asked, back to teasing. Sora gave him a ruffled glance; holding Sora's gaze, Riku wrapped lips around Sora's thumb, his tongue pleasantly rough against the pad of it.

"Quit distracting me," Sora complained breathlessly. Riku smirked around Sora's thumb, one of his hands sliding underneath Sora. He dragged fingertips over the ticklish spot at the small of Sora's back, and Sora twitched up against Riku's chest, teeth clenched against a groan. "Nngh, you."

"Me," Riku agreed. He pressed a kiss to the inside of Sora's wrist. "Come on, tell me. Please?"

That was it, Sora realized fuzzily, watching the way pink was dusting Riku's cheeks cutely. Maybe Riku wasn't asking for some kind of bullet point sex agenda, but just some reassurance they were on the same page. Thinking about it like that, it was easier to put a finger on not what Sora wanted, but how.

Close together. Warm. Lazy. Riku's weight pressing him down, safe. Maybe it was a little selfish, but Sora could make it up to Riku after.

"Can you just…mm." Sora's breath caught as Riku dragged his hand up Sora's spine, fingers tracing every bump and dip. "Take care of me?"

"Yeah," Riku agreed quickly, shifting his weight up to kiss Sora firmly. Sora relaxed into Riku's grip, relieved that had been good enough.

More than good enough, if the intensity of Riku's kiss was any indication. Sora curled his arms around Riku's neck and melted into the attention. Riku's lips were soft against Sora's, whose were always rough from chewing on them, the press of their mouths together slow, slick. Riku slid a hand up into Sora's hair, fingers winding in the damp strands, licking at Sora's lower lip until Sora opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. He was light-headed by the time Riku let him breathe, dragging lips down along Sora's jaw.

"Right answer?" Sora asked. Riku's response was to bite down gently on the lobe of Sora's ear, rolling Sora's piercing over his tongue. Sora squirmed against him, laughing at the tickle of it even as it made his arms goosebump. Riku worked a knee in between Sora's thighs and shifted his weight over to press Sora down more firmly, then tugged Sora's earring a little harder. "Riku!"

"Shh, I'm taking care of you," Riku lifted his head to say, smirking. Sora let his arms slid down from Riku's shoulders and stretched out on his back, letting Riku look all he liked. "Should I get the light?"

"It's fine," Sora said. He still felt a little shy about leaving the lights on, but he liked watching Riku, plus they elbowed or kneed each other a lot less when they could actually see. Sora covered for his shyness by asking imperiously, "Weren't you in the middle of something?"

"Brat," Riku chuckled. He leaned in to press his mouth against Sora's neck, Sora tipping his head back with a sigh to give him more room. "Think I was about here."

----- Next up is

kira_shadow.