"Before we continue, there's just one thing I want you to know."

The brunette still had his older, not to mention, much stronger partner, pinned to the smooth carpet of the stairs. Beads of sweat trailed slowly down Riku's forehead. With a wisp of his hand he brushed the drops away and eyed the younger male intently, now slightly worried.

"And what is that?" he inquired, a single brow raised.

"That I love you. Always have, always will."

He scoffed. Duh. Of course you do. You only tell me every day, as I to you. The silverette grinned childishly, but soon let it fade as he noticed the seriousness in Sora's eyes. He didn't look angry or annoyed. No, he looked… calm. And sincere. What was with this boy?! He has now changed his disposition for the third time in the last ten minutes! First he was nervous, then dominating and confident, now he just seemed… passionate. Delicate. Honest. Sincere.

This is why Riku loved Sora. He was so predictable, yet he wasn't. Thus, the silverette took this ephemeral moment on the stairs to adore his features; the features he so often admired, but never knew they meant so much until this very moment.

He silently watched as the younger male hesitantly lifted his hand and cupped his soft cheek. Velvety tips brushed ever so attentively over the warm bumps and caressed him lovingly. Riku purred into his touch and lidded his eyes, only to slowly open them once more to keep watching. He stared right at his face as he worked.

The brunette looked angelic. Riku nearly lost his mind as he watched the brunette continue. He was still caressing Riku's cheek agonizingly slow, yet as if he had just discovered a new species; like he was studying a new specimen and trying to figure out how it worked. Really, the young keybladers was studying Riku's reactions to being touched in certain placed. It seemed he liked his face being touched, he concluded.

Sora brushed his thumb down to his chin. His eyes were fixated on the spots he were touching, darting back and forth, half lidded in pleasure to be able to touch Riku like this, but also in a slight furrow as he silently studied his specimen. His mouth was slightly gaped open, teeth bearing, almost in awe as he regarded the older male's quickness of breath and quick gasps as Sora continued caressing him.

'What a change of pace,' Riku noted, as he once again nudged into Sora's hand as it ghosted over his cheeks. He opened his eyes once more to speak, wanting to take note of his reaction.

"I love you, too, Sora."

Sora stopped his movements and continued his awe-stricken stare. Why was this time so different? He didn't know why, but he felt connected to Riku now on a whole new level. He decided there was only one way to find out. Continue.

The brunette drifted his hand from Riku's cheek to explore his hair. He stroked the silver strands gently, as he massaged the scalp. His other hand lifted off of the stair to be delicately placed on his neck, barely touching the twitching muscles.

Riku adored this feeling. Never before had he been the one to relax and be taken: he absolutely loved it. His lips curled into a pleased smile as he felt the kneading pressure on his scalp, his hair being slightly pulled and tugged in different directions along with the gentle wisps of fingers on his neck.

Sora watched his partner intently: his lidding eyes, his thriving body, and his twitching muscles to his pleasing grin, he knew Riku was in heaven. Releasing his hands from both areas, the brunette leaned down to place a simple, wet kiss on his lips. He pulled back as he heard the silverette part his lips to take a quick breath, yet lowered himself again to take more.

It was slow. Painfully slow. Sora wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and take him there, but he was too caught in this moment to dare do that yet. The air around was silent and still except for the short breaths and sounds of exchanged saliva. The pair increased their speed. Sora tilted his head further to the right and widened his mouth. After pulling back only an inch, he licked his lips hastily and crashed down again. His tongue cautiously entered and flicked at the elder's, eliciting a moan deep in his throat.

His eyebrows furrowed and eyelids tightly shut the brunette blindly travelled down Riku's neck, to his throat, clavicle, until his finally located the cold, metallic zipper of his shirt. Once he situated his thumb and index finger, he pulled towards himself slowly, letting the loud zip sound fill the air.

Riku smirked into their kiss having heard his own zipper being pulled all the while feeling Sora's resonating body heat on his chest more clearly.

Sora continued pulling the zipper downward until he felt the resistance of the ending clip. Shifting his weight on his knees, he freed his other hand to aid the other to completely unzip his shirt. A soft kink told the brunette that the clasp was undone, and he redirected his hands to slide up the silverette's smooth chest, causing the silverette to break the kiss and arch his back.

Once he forced himself to once again relax, the elder lifted his head, watching Sora rub his hands symmetrically over his abs.

"What happened to taking this to the bedroom?" he smirked, but was genuinely curious.

"That can wait," he answered, and then descended his lips onto the warm, writhing skin. He suckled and felt the muscles twitch. Never letting his lips leave the skin, he lifted his eyes to meet Riku's.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby," he whispered his words hotly onto his skin and smirked as he saw Riku furrow his brows and moan, obviously turned on by such confident words. "Just relax," he continued as his hands further explored the smooth skin.

The elder obeyed, forcing his own head to lay back onto the carpet. He closed his eyes and focused on every new sensation he felt.

Once he saw Riku relax, Sora gripped the sides of his abdomen for support as he descended his lips once again onto the hot skin. He tasted so good. Sora could still taste the lingering bitterness of Riku's soap on his skin, yet adored the fresh, almost floral scent to it. Delicious. He hungrily suckled more along his abs with his slick tongue. Bothered by the feeling of the material of Riku's shirt on his fingers, the brunette reached around his broad shoulders and dragged the shirt off, only to carelessly flick it to the side.

His chest now bear, Riku never felt as vulnerable as he did now. The cool air from his air-conditioned sea side home and the resonating heat from Sora's body creating an interesting mix, leaving the silverette in both shivers, yet relaxation. Warm lips upon his throat caused him to writhe more with want. Sora was very eager: his breaths were now becoming shorter and more forced and his teeth nipped recklessly along the smooth flesh. Tired of just sitting there, the elder retaliated and reached to Sora's hooded jacket to pull it as far as it could go down his flexed shoulders.

Having felt Riku forcing the polyester down his shoulders, Sora regained his balance on his knees and lifted his body up. With their eyes locked, Sora quickly slipped his hoodie and thew it next to Riku's. He then swiftly threw his hands to the hem line of his sleeveless shirt and pulled it over his head. Riku lost it as he watched his shirt leave, his spiky locks bouncing as they were released under the shirt. Sora shook his head to re-position any rebelling strands. His exposed, sun-kissed chest heaved heavily, noticeable beads of sweat trailing down the skinny frame.

The pair eyed each other for a mere second before their lips collided once more, this time with more passion and speed. Needy moans escaped into the air along with the sounds of wet skin on skin and short breaths.

Sora trailed an idol hand down Riku's chest, then thigh, then to his ass. He hastily grabbed him, causing Riku to groan deep in his throat in response to the pressure. Sora brought his hand up further on his thigh and pulled the leg up. Riku's body was pulled further down as his younger partner towered over him, a tight grip on his leg.

The brunette brought his lips to Riku's ear. "Should I do you right here?" he teased and curled a devilish smiled onto his lips.

Riku's eye shot open and arched his back to feel more friction from Sora's body.

"W-whatever you want..." he finally gasped out, furrowing his brows from the frustration of no release.

Sora softly scoffed into his ear, then sat up, releasing his grip off of his leg.

"No, I won't do that to you. This is kind of like a first-time all over again," his eyes were shifted to the side, staring really at nothing, then he brought his gaze back to the silverette.

"Get up, we're going to your bed. Now."