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i said i wanted to rp smooches

kiss kiss fall in love 💋

1. first kiss 💘
the classic. maybe you've wanted to kiss them since you first met, or maybe you're just now realizing how you feel toward them. either way, the time is finally right...

2. mistletoe 💘
it's the most wonderful time of the year, and what better way to spend it than under that one holiday plant with someone special? the mistletoe can be either normal or the wacky "you're stuck together until you kiss" variety, whichever you feel at the time.

3. new years 💘
another favorite tradition. there's something magical about ringing in the new year with a kiss, whether you're in the crowd watching the festivities, out for a late night dinner, or curled up together at home. maybe you could come up with some resolutions together, too.

4. spin the bottle 💘
a party game that everyone knows, even if they've never played it before. it was all fun and games until your turn to spin ended with it pointing at them. if you guys are dating, it's a lot less awkward. if not... well, the bottle has spoken.

5. in the rain 💘
a light rain starts to fall during the middle of whatever you two were out doing. maybe there's something about the droplets in their hair that sets something aflutter within you... or maybe you just really liked that one scene from the first spider-man movie. an umbrella is optional.

6. just friends 💘
you don't always need to be in a relationship to kiss someone! if you're the physically affectionate type, maybe a friendly kiss is just your way of showing you care about someone.

7. seven minutes in heaven 💘
the premise: you and your partner have been stuck into a closet, whether by your friends during a party or by some unseen magical force. the condition: the door's not supposed to open unless you kiss for at least seven minutes. what do you do?

8. farewell 💘
sometimes things must come to an end; sometimes they were never meant to be. whether one of you is moving, things didn't work out, or...well, something more tragic, there's a very real possibility that you won't get to see them in a while... or ever again. try and make it count.

9. wildcard 💘
got something in mind that doesn't quite fit one of the above prompts? totally fine! just toss something up and i'll be more than happy to play whatever smooches you want ♥

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[has Sora ever even been to a party? for as much as he loves his friends and friendship in general, he can't remember ever attending a party like this. if he has, he didn't do much in the way of being a teen during it... it somehow doesn't hit him that, in his absence, his friends might have done a little more growing up than he did.

"what, seriously, no pin the tail on the donkey? me and Riku are gone for two years and you don't even have the best party game to welcome us back?"

he isn't really been paying attention when, after convincing Riku, Kairi comes to grab him, too. "of course, I'm coming, gimme a sec!" he says, grabbing a final snack off the kitchen table before laughing his way over to the circle. somehow, he manages to completely miss exactly what game they're playing until it's Riku's turn; in an instant, the room blows up in a cacophony of ooohs. even then, he's at a total loss for words, much less reactions.

at a speed he never achieved even once he'd completely mastered Flowmotion, he finds himself and Riku ushered into a closet, of course by none other than their redheaded best friend. as soon as she slams the door shut, his eyes waste no time in meeting Riku's, full deer-in-the-headlights.]

I have no idea what just happened.

[ riku really wishes he knew the answer to that. a part of him thinks it was rigged but that's impossible, isn't it? then again, they can literally world hop and they fight with giant magical keys, so maybe they should remove the word impossible from their vocabulary.

riku stares at the now closed door for a few seconds before turning his attention to sora. it's dark in the small room, but riku is, admittedly, better at being in the dark than most people are (he literally walked around wearing a blindfold). ]

Teenagers. Teenagers is what happened.

[ he says, as if he isn't also a teenager. but it's kind of like what sora had realized; they and the rest of their schoolmates have done very different kinds of growing up. ]

I miss when fun at parties meant bobbing for apples and pinatas.

[he shifts and shimmies a little in what limited room they have, only now realizing just how cramped the space is. two growing boys means there's not a lot of it to go around. as he adjusts himself, he bumps into something else in the closet—a shoe organizer, maybe—which leans his way and pushes him toward Riku, so that he's basically pressed up against the other boy.

he lets them stand in silence for a couple of seconds before he speaks again. this time, there's an audible sort of hesitance in his voice, as if being close enough to hear Riku's heartbeat and feel his breath are doing something to him. what that is... he's not entirely sure of just yet.]

So, like... we're not supposed to come out until we... kiss? How would they even know what we're doing?

[ that is an... excellent question. it's not like riku has ever actually played this game before, so how is he supposed to know? he tries to recall how people Knew during the previous rounds, but admittedly he hadn't been paying too much attention until it became his turn.

he screwed himself over by not caring, darn.

riku hums quietly, wishing that he actually wore a watch so he could time this thing. they're just impractical to wear while fighting. easy to break and all. ]

I'm not sure. Maybe they have cameras installed?

[ he glances around, just in case. then again, it's dark enough in here that he's not sure if a camera would pick anything up?? ]

That's creepy to think about.

[another awkward shuffle on Sora's end. why, of all things, is this the first typical teen experience he's having? he hasn't even done anything more daring than hugging! ... then again, it's not all that surprising, once he gives it some thought. after all, he and Riku have been through so much together, in all the time that they've known each other, haven't they?

he blinks a couple of times, his eyes having already adjusted to the darkness, so as to properly scan Riku's face. no red flags there. (why would there be?) slowly, he says, almost mutters:]

... Wanna just get it over with? We can handle it.

... Do you know what you're suggesting?

[ riku almost wants to say, "this isn't fighting the organization, sora." but then he realizes that would be implying that kissing is more of a challenge than... fighting the damn organization. which is absurd, so he keeps the thought to himself.

is sora really cool with it? the guy is upset about there not being pin the tail on the donkey, after all. riku really doesn't want to make him uncomfortable, or for him feel obligated to do this. sora's wellbeing and happiness is one of riku's top priorities. he doesn't want to be the one to make sora suffer anymore, for whatever reason. ]

Sora?

[when has Sora ever thought things through? he's a doer, not a planner—Riku's always been the hesitant one, and Sora's always been the one to convince him otherwise. and in his mind, if he and Riku can take on the burden of saving the worlds, they can totally do this. once he removes himself whatever concerns might have cropped up before, it's as simple as that.

and despite what it might have seemed like at first, he really isn't too torn up about it. if anything, the more time passes, the more genuinely curious he ends up looking. for one of the people who means the world to Sora like Riku does... it can't be that bad of an idea.]

Yeah—I mean, we gotta know what it's like, right? In case, you know, someone asks what it was like or something.

[ we could just lie, sora!!!!!!!! please learn how to lie!!!!

riku just... sighs, because honestly, this is just like his best friend? to take everything head on, even if there is in fact a sneakier way to get around the problem. it's kind of admirable, really. even when it comes to embarrassing party games, sora would still prefer to be honest about it. ]

Maybe you've done more growing up than I have. [ it's said more to himself than to sora. riku shifts slightly, so they're standing in front of each other instead of simply being huddled together. he's a lot taller than sora, isn't he? he's noticed it before, but now there's different implications to it given the current circumstances. ]

You sure about this? You can't back out once we do it, the damage will be done.

[Riku's aside takes him by surprise. hasn't Riku always been miles more mature than him...? he's about to ask what he means by that when the other boy moves, causing him to shift his gaze and crane his neck. the adjustment gives him the slightest bit of pause, but the nod that follows Riku's questions remains confident as ever.]

Positive. [and with quite possibly the most innocent, Soralike inflection:] We'll still be us afterward, won't we?

[ that gets a smile out of him. not like sora could very easily see it, but it's there.

no, riku doesn't think that something like a kiss would change them. well, it'd probably change something. but he doubts it'd be... a bad change? they've been through far too much for something like it to ruin their friendship. hell, if their friendship was going to be ruined, it should have happened years ago. riku is pretty confident that they'd be okay.

but it's still a step that he hadn't expected to take with sora. they spent so much time teasing each other over kairi, that it's kind of funny that neither of them are locked in a closet with her right now. maybe this was the obvious outcome all along. or maybe riku is just overthinking things again. ]

We'll still be us. Slightly embarrassed, maybe, but us.

[if Sora knew about the dilemmas presenting themselves in Riku's mind, he'd tell the other boy to stop thinking too seriously about things. because what good has overthinking things ever done for Sora? (nothing, because he's never overthought things, period.)

he lifts a hand to brush his bangs out of his face, then takes a second to breathe and look right into Riku's eyes. it's weird, looking at him and thinking that they're about to kiss. honestly, what trials and tribulations that they've faced over the years could have ever led to this moment taking place? the near absurdity of it (though can it even really be called that?) causes him to laugh.]

We can deal with embarrassment.

[he pauses again, briefly wondering what to do. should he lean up? should he wait for Riku to come down? is there a way you're supposed to keep your face from looking too awkward? what about noses?

and then, he has a momen of clarity as he realizes exactly what he should be doing: taking his own damn advice and just going with it. so it's with a carefree sort of determination that he closes his eyes, puckers his lips, and leans up to kiss Riku. it's as simple as that.]

[riku normally has a pretty great reaction time. an amazing, honestly, honed by the countless battles he has thrown himself into once he left the islands. no, even before that, from all the days he spent practicing sword fighting with the other kids. when something unexpected happens, riku springs into action fairly quickly.

that reaction time completely fails him here though. when sora starts to lean forward to initiate the kiss, riku just stares blankly for a few seconds. he has to shake himself out of it though since... sora isn't tall enough to do this on his own unless he physically pulls riku down towards him, which doesn't seem to be the case here.

riku studies his friends face as quickly as he can, from his shut eyes to his expectant lips. he can still hear the party going on the other side of the door, and just how much time has passed, anyway?

whatever. riku closes the distance between them and kisses sora. ]

[the realization that Riku is noticeably taller than him doesn't hit him until it's too late. his eyes fly open in surprise, his kiss-prepared lips parting for his jaw to drop as he readies himself to see Riku staring at him like he was an idiot.

but that isn't what he sees. instead, he sees Riku moving toward him in kind; before he can process things, Riku's lips are upon his, and... suddenly, it's like those thoughts, those doubts don't even matter. it is weird, he acknowledges in the back of his mind, to think that he's kissing Riku, someone whose side he has been by for as long as he can remember, whose friendship he has treasured just as long. (how many of their friends had fantasized about doing this exact thing growing up?)

though really, do those things really matter right now? instead, he find himself focusing on how surprisingly soft Riku's lips are, how hot his breath is, and how... comfortable they both seem. for as weird as it seemed as first, Sora can't shake the feeling that, somehow, it just feels right to be doing this.]

[ kissing someone is an... interesting sensation. you have to let your guard down in order to do it, and riku never really lets that down anymore. even when he's back on the islands doing mundane tasks, he always has a certain level of edge to his actions. destiny islands was attacked once, and there's nothing stopping people from doing it again.

but he can't remain observant during this. riku can't keep track of what's going on around him when every one of his nerves is hyper-fixated on sora. the way his lips move a fraction, the way he has to lean forward a little to properly reach riku... the way his skin feels underneath riku's hand, when he places his palm on sora's cheek. ]

[the hand on his face is unexpected... but not unwelcome, as his own comes up to cover Riku's. he rests his other around Riku's waist, drawing himself closer to the other boy as much as he can without straining his neck too much. damn his being short.

perhaps it's just the amount of trust he's willing to put into Riku that he doesn't twice about things. paying attention to his surroundings has never been his strong point. surprises tend to sneak up on him every once in a while; that's what happened to give Riku an edge when they used to spar as young boys. but maybe it's his turn to be the surprise, as he angles his face and opens his mouth wider, exhaling heavily into Riku's mouth.]

[ it does surprise him. he actually stops kissing for a millisecond, attempting to process what exactly is going on. but maybe he... shouldn't try to analyze this? from what he can tell, this isn't the type of thing you can get through logically. you just need to... feel it? which more or less summarizes his entire relationship with sora, honestly. you can't think it through.

when he kisses back, it's a little harder this time, although he hopes it's not enough to freak sora out. riku is still trying to figure out how this works, and what's okay to do without stepping on any toes. ]

[Riku's short pause startles Sora, causing him to briefly wonder if he had done something wrong. why doesn't he ever get a sense of what's okay and what isn't until it's too late? should he put more thought into his intentions before putting them into action? did he, for once, go too far with Riku...?

but then the other boy's lips are on his own again, this time with more force, which lets him know that he might be worrying too much about things. which would be a first, but under their current circumstances, it isn't exactly unfounded. still, though, he's... almost relieved that Riku is receptive to his... advances? is that what they're supposed to be calling what they're doing?

... whatever. he's just going to be his good ol' self and ignore those thoughts while he wraps his arms around Riku, deepening their kiss. distracting thoughts be damned.]

[ somewhere out there (aka right outside the door) kairi is probably fist pumping.

he wishes they had more room to maneuver; clothes hanging from the rack keep brushing against his head and it kind of makes it difficult to really concentrate on what's going on.

riku places his other hand on sora's hip, since it felt awkward to just have it hanging. it's still strange, the fact that he now knows what sora tastes like is surreal to him. ]

[they couldn't exactly spill out of the closet and start making out outside. or rather, they technically could... but on second thought, the closet will do. they don't need to endure any more teasing than they're already probably going to get when they emerge, anyway. when is that even supposed to be?, Sora idly wonders in the back of his mind, as the rest of his efforts are focused on Riku. he can't tell if it's been seven minutes or seven hours or what—in this space, time seems to have frozen for everyone but the two boys.

in a weird way, even if he will never consciously say—or even realize—it, he almost doesn't want it to end. he doesn't know if he'll get to have a moment to explore his teenage feelings like this again, because their more important responsibilities will always be looming in the future. he doesn't know how their friendship will be affected, because as much as he'd like to think otherwise, a kiss between even the best of friends will do something afterward. he just doesn't know.

so instead, he presses his body firmly against Riku's, letting his instincts guide him rather than his thoughts. they're easier to deal with, at least in the short term, and when does Sora ever plan for the long term?]

[ riku, on the other hand, does plan for the long term. the problem is, this isn't what he really accounted for. he always assumed that if any kind of romance came into play, it would be sora and kairi. even back when the two boys competed for her affections with dumb games, riku always knew that they were just waiting time til the inevitable.

but it's not kairi in this closet, and that throws things off.

see, the thing is, riku loves sora. it's the kind of love that jumps from idolization to adoration, and he would sacrifice a lot in order to keep sora safe and happy. and... apparently it also means he'll kiss sora? they really don't have to go this far. a fairly chaste kiss would have done, just lips pressing on each other without any real force or intent behind it.

he knows all of this, and yet he still holds on tightly to his best friend as they kiss each other. ]

[could what they're doing now be considered romance? sure, the very act of kissing itself could be enough to establish that kind of relationship... but what does Sora know? he's never given it any thought beyond the mere concept, and Kairi just seemed like the natural one to go to. but he's always held both Kairi and Riku at the same level... where is the line drawn between best friend and romantic interest? is that even what's at stake now?

it's when both of his hands solidly plant themselves at Riku's hips with some kind of unconscious intent that he's able to see past the fog of all this confusion. the brief moment of clarity gives him enough pause that he pulls away from Riku, his eyes wide with... well, a culmination of all the feelings he doesn't know how to classify. his brows are furrowed and his voice is uncertain—if a little hoarse, given how he's out of breath.]

Sorry, I... I don't know what that was.

[but his hands stay right where they are.]

[ his eyes dart towards sora's hands then return to sora. it's kind of funny that that's what makes sora second guess himself and not the, you know, kissing. but that's just like sora; when something finally makes him go, "wait a minute," it's usually not over what you'd expect it to be.

riku's hand that cupped sora's cheek falls to his shoulder. his grip tightens for a second before relaxing again, like wanted to give sora a reassuring squeeze to let him know that they're still okay.

they are still okay. ]

That was you getting into it.

[ it's blunt, but... true. ]

Maybe a little too into it.

[he lets out a quiet, awkward laugh, but the hand still on his shoulder gives him relief. with anyone but Riku, he'd be more apologetic, more... remorseful, maybe? but the physical assurance Riku gives him allows him to stay grounded in the moment; he can't exactly say regret is a thing he's feeling, or would ever feel, with his best friend here.

he's not sure where to go from here, though. what do they do now? (will he ever remove his hands from Riku's body?) his eyes briefly glance to the side, toward the door, before settling back on Riku's.]

I'm kind of surprised no one's come to check on us or anything.

Huh, yeah... [ riku frowns. they really should have been keeping track of how long they've been in here. maybe he or sora should invest in getting a watch? granted, even if he had been timing this little adventure, riku is sure he would have lost track once they had gotten more into the kissing.

the smart move would be to go investigate, but riku doesn't remove his hands off of sora. he just continues to give the door a somewhat baffled look before he refocuses his attention to his best friend. ]

Do you hear them out there? It was kind of noisy before because of everyone talking and the music, but. [ he can only hear the music now. ]

Edited 2016-05-21 18:28 (UTC)

Nah, it's... kinda weird...

[he blinks. a part of him—the one that jumps at the chance to adventure and explore—wants to go outside and see what everyone else has been up to in the meantime. surely it's been longer than seven minutes, right? no one's going to reprimand them for failing to adhere to the rules; in fact, they might even be compelled to interrogate the pair like Sora had originally thought. it really is the logical path to go down, all things considered. both he and Riku have had their share of reconnaissance missions, he knows, even if they're usually more serious than this.

but another part of him—the one that feels comfortable, safe with Riku's hands on him—wants to stay inside and continue... whatever it is they've had going on in here. the maelstrom of emotions is still brewing within him—and within Riku, too, he's sure—but there's still a burning curiosity, an almost latent desire to keep exploring it together. he's already acknowledged that he's never felt this way before, and he doesn't know if he'll ever get the chance to again. simply put, there's still a lot he has yet to figure out, and since when does Sora, hero of the Keyblade, leave things unfinished?

he lets the increasingly awkward moment hang for just a second or two longer before suddenly taking both of Riku's hands in his own and leaning up until he's on his tiptoes to kiss Riku again. the force with which he meets the older boy's lips is noticeably harder, deeper this time, with that same sense of purpose with which he'd grasped Riku's hips. he wants to get to the bottom of these feelings; he hopes Riku is thinking the same way, too.]

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