Locks and Keys
“Riku . . .” Sora moaned as he was pressed against the door by a hungry mouth.
Riku grinned against his lips as he crept his fingers up Sora’s shirt, brushing the nipples and trailing feathery touches down his abdomen.
“Shouldn’t . . . stay . . . out here,” Sora gasped. “Someone might . . see!” The last word came out louder than intended.
“You’re absolutely right,” Riku murmured against Sora’s ear, while his hands dipped steadily lower until they were groping the brunette’s ass. “We should take this inside the bedroom.”
Riku trailed kisses down Sora’s neck as his hand gave one last squeeze and moved to his pocket.
He paused, and frowned against Sora’s collarbone. Where was that key? Did he put it in a different pocket? He could have sworn . . .
Shifting his legs, Riku checked the other side. He tried searching his back pockets until he remembered that he didn’t have back pockets.
“ . . . Hell.”
“What’s wrong?” Sora asked, a little disappointed that the makeout session had been interrupted.
“Dammit,” Riku swore. “My house key is gone.”
“Riku . . .” Sora looked exasperated. He pulled out the Keyblade and pointed it at the doorknob. There was a faint click as the latch unlocked.
“Oh . . . duh . . .” Riku felt a little stupid.
Sora rolled his eyes. “Come on,” he pulled Riku. “You can pay me back inside.”
“Oh?” Riku’s voice regained its dangerously sultry tone. “And how would I do that?”
“I’m sure you can think of some . . .” Sora was cut off as Riku pounced, slamming the door shut.
It was a very good thing Riku didn’t own an apartment, otherwise the neighbors would have him evicted for the noise they made that night
Riku grinned against his lips as he crept his fingers up Sora’s shirt, brushing the nipples and trailing feathery touches down his abdomen.
“Shouldn’t . . . stay . . . out here,” Sora gasped. “Someone might . . see!” The last word came out louder than intended.
“You’re absolutely right,” Riku murmured against Sora’s ear, while his hands dipped steadily lower until they were groping the brunette’s ass. “We should take this inside the bedroom.”
Riku trailed kisses down Sora’s neck as his hand gave one last squeeze and moved to his pocket.
He paused, and frowned against Sora’s collarbone. Where was that key? Did he put it in a different pocket? He could have sworn . . .
Shifting his legs, Riku checked the other side. He tried searching his back pockets until he remembered that he didn’t have back pockets.
“ . . . Hell.”
“What’s wrong?” Sora asked, a little disappointed that the makeout session had been interrupted.
“Dammit,” Riku swore. “My house key is gone.”
“Riku . . .” Sora looked exasperated. He pulled out the Keyblade and pointed it at the doorknob. There was a faint click as the latch unlocked.
“Oh . . . duh . . .” Riku felt a little stupid.
Sora rolled his eyes. “Come on,” he pulled Riku. “You can pay me back inside.”
“Oh?” Riku’s voice regained its dangerously sultry tone. “And how would I do that?”
“I’m sure you can think of some . . .” Sora was cut off as Riku pounced, slamming the door shut.
It was a very good thing Riku didn’t own an apartment, otherwise the neighbors would have him evicted for the noise they made that night