Fic: Please Turn Me On
Title: Please Turn Me On
Pairing: SoRiku
Disclaimer: KH = NOT MINE.
Dedications: to theplumtomato and the prompt "SoRiku, living together, surprise sex >:D"
Rating: NC-17
HERE’S FOR YOU BB, BECAUSE YOU PROMPTED ME THIS, AND I DIDN’T REMEMBER IT UNTIL NOW.
ALSO I WROTE THIS WHILE BUZZED/DRUNK SO YEAH. COHERENCY.
ALSO ALSO: FOR MY BIRTHDAY, YOU ALL GET FIC. TADA!
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Sora blinks awake in a hazy sort of way, the sensory detail of the warmth of the bed and the scent of the body beside his more important than truly waking up. With a contented sigh, he buries himself back into the pillows and into-
-not Riku.
Reopening his eyes blearily, Sora lifts his head and stares uncomprehendingly at the empty bed in front of him, discontent slipping into his consciousness. Where was Riku?
There is a soft chuckle over his shoulder, and Sora would turn to look at Riku with a pout (and ask him “Why are you on the wrong side of the bed, what are you doing”) but there’s movement inside of him and instead Sora just gasps as Riku shifts his fingers inside of Sora.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up,” Riku murmurs, his breath over Sora’s ear making the brunet shiver and clench uncontrollably.
Sora whimpers breathlessly. “C-couldn’t sleep?”
“No.” Riku’s finger brush over Sora’s prostate, curling against the nub of nerves almost gently. “So I thought that I’d wake you up.” Teeth scrape gently on Sora’s neck, a soft counterpoint to the warm gusts of breath still ghosting across his ear. The “you like it?” is left unspoken, but Sora smiles anyway and reaches back, turns his head, brushes a few open-mouthed kisses across Riku’s mouth lazily, his hips rolling into Riku’s thrusts.
“Mmmm,” he says into Riku’s mouth. “Sounds good to me, babe.”
He feels Riku smile against his lips, smiles back himself. Fingers slide out of him, and Sora feels the hot press of Riku’s cock against his entrance before there’s the glorious stretch of him being in. Sora sleepily hitches his leg higher, turning more onto his stomach so Riku has a better angle, breathes his moans into the pillow beneath him, biting half-heartedly on his lip to slow the moans that pour out of his mouth. He’s tired and half-awake and this feels so good.
Sora feels like he’s floating in the grey-space between awareness and sleep, the roll of Riku’s hips against his own the only thing that pierces into his mind. He reaches behind him to slide his clumsy fingers into Riku’s hair, tugs, bares his neck to Riku, and it just all feels so good that he never wants to wake up, moans revving up in volume and frequency until all Sora can manage is “fuck, Riku, oh god ye-yes, fuuuuck, more”.
But eventually, no matter how hard he holds onto this wonderful drowsy state where the only thing that exists is the slick-slide of his body and Riku’s, Sora shudders out his orgasm, Riku’s thrusts stuttering unevenly inside him until the silveret too comes.
“Good?” Riku asks with a soft press of his mouth to Sora’s jaw. Sora laughs slightly, turns over with halting movements so he can nuzzle into the space between Riku’s neck and his shoulder, breathing in the sweat and musk that is them.
“Yeah, Riku. It’s good.”
Riku’s arms tighten around him and his leg comes up between Sora’s thighs. “Good. Go back to sleep.”
And with a smile, Sora does just that, Riku’s warmth and the weight of his limbs around Sora easing his way into peaceful, low-lit slumber.
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Pairing: SoRiku
Disclaimer: KH = NOT MINE.
Dedications: to theplumtomato and the prompt "SoRiku, living together, surprise sex >:D"
Rating: NC-17
HERE’S FOR YOU BB, BECAUSE YOU PROMPTED ME THIS, AND I DIDN’T REMEMBER IT UNTIL NOW.
ALSO I WROTE THIS WHILE BUZZED/DRUNK SO YEAH. COHERENCY.
ALSO ALSO: FOR MY BIRTHDAY, YOU ALL GET FIC. TADA!
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Sora blinks awake in a hazy sort of way, the sensory detail of the warmth of the bed and the scent of the body beside his more important than truly waking up. With a contented sigh, he buries himself back into the pillows and into-
-not Riku.
Reopening his eyes blearily, Sora lifts his head and stares uncomprehendingly at the empty bed in front of him, discontent slipping into his consciousness. Where was Riku?
There is a soft chuckle over his shoulder, and Sora would turn to look at Riku with a pout (and ask him “Why are you on the wrong side of the bed, what are you doing”) but there’s movement inside of him and instead Sora just gasps as Riku shifts his fingers inside of Sora.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up,” Riku murmurs, his breath over Sora’s ear making the brunet shiver and clench uncontrollably.
Sora whimpers breathlessly. “C-couldn’t sleep?”
“No.” Riku’s finger brush over Sora’s prostate, curling against the nub of nerves almost gently. “So I thought that I’d wake you up.” Teeth scrape gently on Sora’s neck, a soft counterpoint to the warm gusts of breath still ghosting across his ear. The “you like it?” is left unspoken, but Sora smiles anyway and reaches back, turns his head, brushes a few open-mouthed kisses across Riku’s mouth lazily, his hips rolling into Riku’s thrusts.
“Mmmm,” he says into Riku’s mouth. “Sounds good to me, babe.”
He feels Riku smile against his lips, smiles back himself. Fingers slide out of him, and Sora feels the hot press of Riku’s cock against his entrance before there’s the glorious stretch of him being in. Sora sleepily hitches his leg higher, turning more onto his stomach so Riku has a better angle, breathes his moans into the pillow beneath him, biting half-heartedly on his lip to slow the moans that pour out of his mouth. He’s tired and half-awake and this feels so good.
Sora feels like he’s floating in the grey-space between awareness and sleep, the roll of Riku’s hips against his own the only thing that pierces into his mind. He reaches behind him to slide his clumsy fingers into Riku’s hair, tugs, bares his neck to Riku, and it just all feels so good that he never wants to wake up, moans revving up in volume and frequency until all Sora can manage is “fuck, Riku, oh god ye-yes, fuuuuck, more”.
But eventually, no matter how hard he holds onto this wonderful drowsy state where the only thing that exists is the slick-slide of his body and Riku’s, Sora shudders out his orgasm, Riku’s thrusts stuttering unevenly inside him until the silveret too comes.
“Good?” Riku asks with a soft press of his mouth to Sora’s jaw. Sora laughs slightly, turns over with halting movements so he can nuzzle into the space between Riku’s neck and his shoulder, breathing in the sweat and musk that is them.
“Yeah, Riku. It’s good.”
Riku’s arms tighten around him and his leg comes up between Sora’s thighs. “Good. Go back to sleep.”
And with a smile, Sora does just that, Riku’s warmth and the weight of his limbs around Sora easing his way into peaceful, low-lit slumber.
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