"Riku… Are you free tonight?"

The emerald-eyed boy slowly drifted his gaze from his history book to rest on the brunette's. He thought it an odd question, seeing as the two unquestioningly gravitated towards the other once the last school bell rang. No words had to be spoken. It was clockwork.

Sora would run frantically from his last period math class to the towering palm trees shadowing the high school entrance. And, as expected, Riku would be there, leaning against the smooth bark of a palm tree, silently scanning a book. He would collect himself and casually walk over to the older male while sporting his toothy grin. The two would walk the pebbly and winding path back to the main part of the island, all the while teasing the other, chatting about upcoming movies and exchanging the latest gossip that plagued the tiny islet. Yet, once behind closed doors, their seemingly innocent friendship was nothing but.

Ever since their return from their travels, Sora and Riku found themselves more connected to the other. Yes, it was friendship. But it soon blossomed into love. Each couldn't deny that they felt incomplete without the other. After all, it had been torture when the duo was separated at Kingdom Hearts. So, in secret, the two keybladers vowed to remain by the others side, no matter what, so that they would never feel that empty feeling again. Thus the clockwork pattern began.

Months turned to years, and their relationship progressed from infatuation, insecurity and curiosity to full-out comfort, love… and sex.

The brunette craved it every day now. Usually, more than once. Sora, himself, even had those moments where he wondered where these strong urges and feelings emerged from. He had been so naïve as a 15 year old boy. He had been going through the motions at first. He didn't know that some two years later, he'd be yearning for the silverette's touch and soft words almost every moment of the day. But that's what love is, he supposed.

Sex was in no fashion boring, or predictable. They had sex whenever, and moreover, wherever they could. The tree house. The secret place. Sora's bedroom. Riku's bedroom. The school locker room. A classroom. The ocean. The back row of a movie theater. The list goes on rather long. It is a spur of the moment kind of thing. They don't plan on it. It simply happens. And, seeing as the two were inseparable, it happens... a lot.

Thus, Riku sat in his rickety school chair confused as he slowly laid his book down, careful not to bend any pages.

"Of course I'm free tonight. I always leave room to be with you, blockhead," the silverette softly chuckled.

Sora stammered and felt blood rush to his cheeks and ears. "I-I know! I guess I was just making sure... just in case you decided to make plans!"

Riku eyed him for a moment and then smirked, as if having a sudden revelation. He leaned in slowly to the brunette and whispered quietly enough for only him to hear, "Don't worry, Sora. You'll be satisfied plenty tonight. I wouldn't dream of denying you that pleasure." He breathed hotly into his ear and gave it a quick lick before pulling back, never wiping the smug look off of his face.

Sora quickly gasped and threw his hands over his mouth, eyes wide and the hairs at the back of his neck on end. He shot his gaze around the room and escaped an audible sigh of relief to see no one was looking at his bright-rosy face. The girls were too busy giggling in their huddled pack in the corner and the guys were leisurely passing a blitz ball near the doorway. Homeroom was always an interesting scene.

"T-that's not what I meant, Riku!" Sora spun back towards the older male. He spoke loudly but quieted the last few words when he realized his volume. "I wanted to ask-!"

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ T!

The droning school bell signified the end of home room and the soft scuffling of shoes, the metallic ping of lockers slamming, and the roar of voices and laughter crescendoed in the hallways. Sora inwardly cursed as he watched Riku gracefully rising from his desk.

The older male sighed. "Sorry, gotta go. Even if I show up early for my next class, the teacher still bitches at whoever enters last in the classroom. I don't wanna deal with that shit today," he shook his head, annoyed. "But I'll catch you after school." He warmly smiled and riled Sora's wild locks as he glided past, adding a small wink. The brunette gathered his books and mustered a smile in return, and prayed Riku was up for the challenge that he had in mind for tonight.

That Night

He was staring at him. He could tell.

Sora had felt Riku's predatory gaze on him from across the dinner table for the duration of the meal. A quick glance to Riku's mother and father showed they were oblivious as they happily chirped about work and future plans. He may have been able to enjoy his meal tonight more if he weren't being watched like at like a vulnerable lamb. Yet, Sora was always gracious to accept their offer for dinner. Riku's mother was gifted when it came to perfectly preparing food and was a marvel to watch. The brunette enjoyed watching her taste her sauces, throw in the perfectly portioned pinches of spices and bustle from cabinet to cabinet to search for the proper ingredients. Dinner and a show, he would chuckle to himself.

Dinners at Riku's house were comforting and welcoming. His parents were so easy to converse and connect with that even a random stranger off the street would find utter happiness and leisure.

So why did Sora feel so uneasy tonight?

Oh, that's right. Riku had been staring at him the whole time.

The brunette lifted his gaze to meet Riku's, to which the silverette responded with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk. The younger male managed a quivering smile and shoved more mashed potatoes into his mouth. "This is SO good!" He exclaimed, almost a little too enthusiastically.

Riku's mother pushed stray strands of her silver hair behind her ear and smiled warmly. "Thank you, Sora darling," she cooed and pinched Sora's cheek. "I swear, if you weren't dating my son..."

"Mom!"

"Oh, honey! Calm down! I'm perfectly happy with your father," the woman patted Riku's arm in reassurance, giggling. "Speaking of which, your father and I are going out for the night to see some friends, I forgot to mention it this morning." She stood and brought her plate to the stainless steel sink. "I trust you and Sora are all set for the night?"

"We'll be fine, mom. We're not kids anymore." Riku scoffed and stuffed the last piece of chicken into his mouth and swigged down his juice.

Riku's father aided his mother with the dishes. "You're certainly not," he added as he reached for his jacket off of the back of a chair. "Dunno when we'll be back, so don't stay up!" He added with a kind wave of his hand, helping his wife into her pea coat.

"Thanks for dinner, and don't worry about us," Sora grinned widely waved goodbye as the couple exited the home.

A silence descended on the room. Sora caught himself shuffling his feet and scratching his arm nervously. Wait, why was he nervous? Riku was his best friend. His lover. Why was tonight different? He felt lost in his thoughts.

"So, what do you want to ask me?" Riku interrupted the still silence with his smooth voice.

Sora shot up at him. "W-w-what?!"

"Before the school bell rang. You said you wanted to ask me something, but you didn't finish asking me. I'm all ears," Riku crept towards the younger male slowly with a small grin.

"u-Uuuuhhh...," blood rushed to Sora's face as Riku was now standing directly in front of him. How could he tell him what he wanted to do?

"It's okay, Sora," Riku gently whispered and closed in the space between the two. He relaxed his weight on an outstretched hand, resting on the wall behind the brunette's locks. "You never have to ask for anything, I already know what you want."

The older male breathed his words hotly onto Sora's lips. Sora lidded his eyes as he felt his hot breath enter his own mouth. He smelled so good and he shivered with yearning for his touch.

Riku softly chuckled and closed the gap between them. His tongue expertly explored the moist cavern and collided forcefully as he widened his jaw to take in more of Sora. The younger male wrapped his once limp arms to snake around the taller male's neck and groaned hungrily. He inched to Riku's scalp and pulled greedily on his silver locks, entwining them between his fingers and pulling eagerly.

Riku felt Sora's desperation, yet pulled teasingly. A whimper escaped Sora as he felt the warm pressure release from his swollen lips. He panted anxiously, waiting for Riku's next more, until he felt strong fingers wrap around his chin and thrust it upward, exposing a large patch of soft, sun-kissed skin on his throat. With a swift lick of his own lips, Riku lowered his head and devoured the untouched skin.

Sora tilted his own head further back, pushing forcefully on the wall behind him. "Ri-Riku-! Ahhh- ngh..." he gasped and furrowed his brows harder. He felt his body wavering and trembling with pleasure as he was feasted upon by the older male. He breathed sharply and trailed his hands down to the silverette's broad shoulders and gripped onto his smooth muscle. "Ri-Rikuu... Ah! Wait… wait-!" he spoke though gritted teeth until he felt hot breath leave his throat.

The older male panted slowly and looked up to his eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked, clearly confused. "Did I do something wrong?"

"N-no! That's not it. It's just-"

"Just what?"

"Just-! I want to try something new tonight!" he shouted his words nervously and watched as the older male's expression went from worry to a sly smirk.

'OH GOD OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE?!' Sora inwardly screamed.

"New, eh? Why didn't you just say so?" He straightened out his now mangled hair and cleared his throat. "What did you have in mind? A new position? A new toy? Or maybe roleplaying..?" He devilishly smirked and eyed the younger male, licking his lips.

Sora composed himself and doubted, but he knew there was no turning back now. He held his head high and watched as his boyfriend's eyes grew wide with shock as he spoke.

"I want to be on top tonight."