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And the deluge continues. This one makes me happy beacue it's number 15 for the 30 smirks challange so I'm half way there Yay! ^__^
Title: Post-Coital
Parings: Sora/Riku
Theme: #20, Bottom and Top
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Are you serious? Everything belongs to the mouse.
Summary: Err, come on with that title, that rating and that theme, does this really need a summary.
A/N: X posted to
30_smirks.
riku_x_sora.
khyaoi
Breaths hitch, chests rising rapidly, sweat slick skin slides against skin. Sora’s raising slowly up and down, Riku’s inside him, holding onto his hips making a maddening rhythm. Sora shifts a little on top of Riku and moans, feeling Riku hit his prostate.
“Ugh you’re incredible.” An out of breath comment from Riku.
Opening his once closed eyes, Sora slows the movement of his hips fractionally. He places his hands on Riku’s chest and smirks. Riku knows that smirk and knows he’s being baited. However at the moment he can’t bring himself to care too much and so he bites into Sora’s bait and asks.
“What’s so funny?” Riku asks a little out of breath and plants his feet on the bed and thrust up into Sora, whose eyes go wide and he gasps in pleasure falling forward onto Riku, his hands splayed on Riku’s chest for balance. A few more thrust and Sora’s back in rhythm moving his hips along with Riku’s thrust and somehow he conjures up a reply.
“You” And now Sora’s breath is more erratic than before and he sits up again rocking into Riku, “you said ahh! You were topping today.”
Lost in the rhythm Riku thrusts into Sora the heat and tightness of his lover making him grit his teeth and groan. Opening his eyes slightly Riku takes Sora’s neglected erection in his hand and teases the tip with his thumb. Sora throws his head back, a throaty moan escaping his lips.
“I am topping.” Riku states.
The smirk reappears again and Sora takes control of their rhythm again, clenching his muscle, trapping Riku inside of him, making the pleasure almost unbearable, if Riku’s intake of breath and moans are any indication.
“No even though you’re inside me I’m still on top.” Sora gasps out, and feels can feel he is close, but he wants Riku to come with him. Riku has the same thoughts as he speeds up tightens his hand slightly round Sora’s cock and speeds up his hand motions.
“Next time I’ll even let you be inside” Riku replies not to be out witted by Sora, because, sometimes, even their love making is a competition. Sora hears Riku and the mere thought of being inside Riku, knowing he’s the only who’s ever been with him like that drives him to the edge and his coming on Riku’s hands.
The combination of Sora’s whole body tensing and clenching around him and Sora throwing back his head and letting out the most erotic sound, is too much and Riku comes inside Sora.
Bonelessly, Sora collapse against Riku’s chest. Slowly, Riku pulls out of Sora and wraps his arms around him. Sora makes a content mewling sound as Riku begins to trace, lazy random, patterns on his back.
They lay quietly listening to the others pants become slow steady breaths, Sora’s ear is pressed to Riku’s chest and he can hear his heart beat slowing down, becoming normal again. The rhythm makes him sleepy and he yawns, soon he feels Riku’s hands stop tracing patterns on his back and he knows his lover is asleep. Sora smiles and soon follows.
Title: Post-Coital
Parings: Sora/Riku
Theme: #20, Bottom and Top
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Are you serious? Everything belongs to the mouse.
Summary: Err, come on with that title, that rating and that theme, does this really need a summary.
A/N: X posted to
30_smirks.
riku_x_sora.
khyaoi
Breaths hitch, chests rising rapidly, sweat slick skin slides against skin. Sora’s raising slowly up and down, Riku’s inside him, holding onto his hips making a maddening rhythm. Sora shifts a little on top of Riku and moans, feeling Riku hit his prostate.
“Ugh you’re incredible.” An out of breath comment from Riku.
Opening his once closed eyes, Sora slows the movement of his hips fractionally. He places his hands on Riku’s chest and smirks. Riku knows that smirk and knows he’s being baited. However at the moment he can’t bring himself to care too much and so he bites into Sora’s bait and asks.
“What’s so funny?” Riku asks a little out of breath and plants his feet on the bed and thrust up into Sora, whose eyes go wide and he gasps in pleasure falling forward onto Riku, his hands splayed on Riku’s chest for balance. A few more thrust and Sora’s back in rhythm moving his hips along with Riku’s thrust and somehow he conjures up a reply.
“You” And now Sora’s breath is more erratic than before and he sits up again rocking into Riku, “you said ahh! You were topping today.”
Lost in the rhythm Riku thrusts into Sora the heat and tightness of his lover making him grit his teeth and groan. Opening his eyes slightly Riku takes Sora’s neglected erection in his hand and teases the tip with his thumb. Sora throws his head back, a throaty moan escaping his lips.
“I am topping.” Riku states.
The smirk reappears again and Sora takes control of their rhythm again, clenching his muscle, trapping Riku inside of him, making the pleasure almost unbearable, if Riku’s intake of breath and moans are any indication.
“No even though you’re inside me I’m still on top.” Sora gasps out, and feels can feel he is close, but he wants Riku to come with him. Riku has the same thoughts as he speeds up tightens his hand slightly round Sora’s cock and speeds up his hand motions.
“Next time I’ll even let you be inside” Riku replies not to be out witted by Sora, because, sometimes, even their love making is a competition. Sora hears Riku and the mere thought of being inside Riku, knowing he’s the only who’s ever been with him like that drives him to the edge and his coming on Riku’s hands.
The combination of Sora’s whole body tensing and clenching around him and Sora throwing back his head and letting out the most erotic sound, is too much and Riku comes inside Sora.
Bonelessly, Sora collapse against Riku’s chest. Slowly, Riku pulls out of Sora and wraps his arms around him. Sora makes a content mewling sound as Riku begins to trace, lazy random, patterns on his back.
They lay quietly listening to the others pants become slow steady breaths, Sora’s ear is pressed to Riku’s chest and he can hear his heart beat slowing down, becoming normal again. The rhythm makes him sleepy and he yawns, soon he feels Riku’s hands stop tracing patterns on his back and he knows his lover is asleep. Sora smiles and soon follows.