Title: Distraction [Sora/Riku]
Rating/Warnings: PG for naked cuddling.
Summary: Riku took too long and Sora got involved in his book.
AN: Written for Shiritori. Man I should have finished this.
Distraction
“Do you mind if I finish the story?” Sora’s eyes were apologetic when he flicked them briefly up to Riku over the cover of his book.
Riku paused, shirt half unbuttoned. “Really?”
“I’m super close the end,” Sora said, distracted. He was curled up in bed, shower-flushed and not wearing anything Riku could see, as per their plan, but apparently Riku had taken a little too long coming upstairs for Sora to have gotten this involved.
“Must be good,” Riku commented, tugging his shirt unceremoniously over his head since he didn’t have an audience. “Usually three buttons in gets me a little more interest.”
“Mmhmm,” Sora hummed, turning a page.
“This is quite the reversal.” Riku was talking mostly to himself, but that was all right. It wasn’t all the time that he got to look Sora over without interruption, thoroughly, carefully, from the damp roots of his hair to the windburn across his cheeks, to the freckles dotting his shoulder and hip. Riku took all of it in as he kicked off his jeans and briefs.
He crawled into bed next to Sora, curling up along Sora’s side, re-finding the way they fit together. Sora relaxed into it easily without looking up from his book, humming another soft noise as Riku fitted his arm over Sora’s waist, his nose to the back of Sora’s neck. It was different than the way it felt safe to have Sora draped protectively over his own back, but still good in its own way. Sora’s skin was warm under Riku’s mouth, the rise and fall of his breath shifting them against each other gently. Wanting more of that gentle friction, Riku pressed closer, gripped tighter.
Sora skated fingers up Riku’s forearm, making the small silver hairs there rise. “You’re being quite the distraction, sir.”
