KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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here Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that
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It was a karaoke bar, a bunch of little booths packed into a building where businessmen and horny teenagers went to either blow off or create steam, depending on which category they fell into. Sora wasn't able to rope Kairi into going with them - something about doing her hair or talking on the phone, Sora didn't bother listening too closely when she was making excuses - so while Riku was put off by the idea that the only other teenagers there would be making out, he grudgingly agreed to go with Sora. After all, what could the younger boy do to him? If Riku didn't want anything to happen, he was sure that nothing would happen, Sora's skinny frame may have been able to take out the darkness, but Riku's pride wouldn't be overcome by the smaller brunet.
So when the clock struck six, Sora appeared at the door of Riku's house, nodding to his mother and dragging his older friend away to the bar. The place was visible from miles away, a glittering neon sign proclaiming it to be "the swingin'-est place on the islands", the bar's name lit up in lights above that: "The Paopu Birdcage".
"Paopu Birdcage?" Riku stated quizzically as he looked up at the sign.
"How am I supposed to know what it means?" Sora said in return, grinning over at his friend. "I suppose birds sing… and paopu are symbolic here?" He mulled the name over in his head for a moment before blinking and tugging on Riku's arm. "It's not important; we should be getting inside before all the booths disappear."
Considering there was nobody else around, Riku found it to be highly unlikely that the place would book out, but followed Sora obligingly into the bar. The instant he set foot inside he was blinded by more flashing lights, even the barmaid's nametag was inset with glowing LEDs. He blinked and groaned, trailing behind Sora as the brunet went over to the bar.
"Uhm… we'd like to sing?" Sora flashed one of his glowing smiles at the woman, who flashed one in return and plucked a card off the wall behind her.
"You're room 483, okay?" She jiggled a little while handing the card over, Riku distracted momentarily by the movement of her breasts as she leaned over the counter. Sora nodded at her and took the card, a little shocked at the idea that they had that many rooms.
"Oh, no, we don't have that much space," the woman laughed, as though she'd been reading his mind. "It's just a bunch of numbers the owner picked. Apparently it's supposed to make everything more psychedelic if the room numbers don't follow any particular order.
"He's a bit of a kook, though, so we're just glad he pays the wages." She winked at them, holding Riku's gaze for a moment and quirking an eyebrow before turning back around. "Have fun, boys."
Sora smiled down at the card and took hold of Riku's arm again, heading in the direction the flashing arrows on the walls were pointing. If their room was anything like this, Riku was sure he was going to have a brain aneurysm, or somehow develop a tendency towards seizures; this place was ridiculously colourful. Soon they reached their booth, after passing a bunch of other uselessly numbered rooms. "Ugh, it may not fit the theme of this place, but numbers that made sense would have been nice."
"Aw, come on Riku, lighten up!" Sora stopped abruptly. "We're here!" He slid the card through the slot on the door, sighing softly as the reader flashed up an error code. But, sliding it through again, the light next to the door flashed green and the door clicked open. The brunet pushed through, finding a room that was, thankfully, rather bland. It was all grey and green, like some kind of desolate building, but Riku was just glad it didn't flash psychotically like the rest of the bar did.
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