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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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[ as soon as sora starts to pull at his vest, riku pauses for about two seconds to deliberate on it. and then he just shrugs it off completely, since really at this point they might as well just remove this obstacle completely. it's obvious things were going to head this way, anyway.

he hovers above sora, slightly amazed at how his friend (is he just his friend at this point? probably not) looks from this angle. it's... riku isn't sure how to explain it, but something in his stomach tugs at the sight of it. instead of returning his attentions to sora's lips, though, riku starts to attack the other teen's neck again.

just because he can. ]

[Sora pushes his fingers into Riku's hair, pressing the other boy closer to his neck as he moans; he'd try to control his volume, but he's just a little preoccupied. this is a kind of release he didn't know he needed until now.

with one hand keeping Riku's head steady, Sora tries to remove the other part of Riku's top—"tries" being the keyword, because wow, is Riku making it hard to do much of anything right now. for the moment, his hand is just kind of slipping beneath the undershirt, getting distracted by trying to simultaneously comprehend Riku's lips sucking at his neck, and the warmth of the other boy's collarbone under his fingers.

this is hot, he realizes, both figuratively and literally. and even though he's never considered it before, he's pretty sure he likes it.]

[ riku grunts as sora attempts to take to remove the other articles of clothing, mostly because it keeps making him have to pause what he's doing for a few seconds. he knows that this is for the greater good, and that he'll appreciate it once it's done, but also.

no.

riku licks a stripe up sora's neck up til his jaw, then starts peppering small kisses against it. ]

[oh, that's evil. Sora squirms with pleasure under the influence of Riku's advances, withdrawing his hands from their attempts to get that damn shirt off. he breathes in deep as Riku's tongue trails along his neck, yet somehow still manages to hiss,]

C'mon, weren't you just asking what I wanted?

[that implies he doesn't want this, which is entirely untrue. he's just being his usual stubborn self.]

[ at sora's complaint (even though riku is pretty sure he isn't actually complaining? he's just being sora) riku smiles, his lips tugging upwards against sora's skin. he pulls away enough so that he can properly look at the other teen and he hopes that the expression on his face isn't as fond as what he's currently feeling.

it is. ]

You said you wanted me. Here I am.

[ deciding to pity him, riku removes the undershirt himself. ]

[when Riku backs away, Sora's first instinct is to latch onto him and return him to his previous position against his own body, to bring the other boy's face down and press his own lips against that loving smile. but he resists, and for that, he is rewarded. there's something about seeing Riku fully shirtless above him that sends a chill down his spine, heart beating harder with each passing second.

using the brief reprieve Riku's undressing gives him, Sora decides to take advantage and try to shrug off his own clothing... only to get caught up and stuck in his own undershirt. blame his dumb hair.]

[ riku watches sora struggle for a few moments, debating on whether he should help or not.

a) sora getting his clothes off will benefit the both of them but b) this is really funny to watch.

in the end, riku gives in and yanks the top off of sora. he tosses it aside, not really paying attention to where it lands because that is not important right now.]

[Sora struggles for a bit before Riku decides to give him a hand; he's visibly disgruntled, almost feeling betrayed for not having gotten help sooner, when the shirt comes off over his head.]

Gee, thanks.

[... that grumpiness doesn't last for long, though, as it soon gives way to enjoying Riku's company yet again. he quickly discards his gloves, then runs his hands down Riku's sides. he's gotten so used to wearing gloves for so long that it's a whole new world when his bare hands make contact with the other boy's skin.]

[ without their shirts in the way, this definitely just got a lot better. it's interesting, touching sora this way. he can feel how sora's body has hardened over the years from constant training, as well as the spots where there's still soft pudge.

that probably shouldn't turn riku on as much as it does. ]

So. You've been working out?

[ he says it flatly, his expression not betraying the amusement he feels. ]

[Riku touching the parts of his body that aren't as toned and trained as, say, his arms makes Sora blush. the sound that comes out of his mouth as a result is half tickled laugh, half passionate desire. would taking off the rest of their clothing, too, be too much... or have the limits between them been lifted completely?]

You tell me, Master Riku.

[he pauses for a bit, grinning, before he immediately turns an even darker shade of crimson as he realizes what he just said. he was only being factual in a teasing way, but the implications now... speaking of turn ons.]

[ oh.

riku blinks, turning the title over in his head. he is pretty sure that when yen sid and the king gave it to him, they did not mean for it to be used in this way.

at least, he hopes they didn't? he's beginning to question king mickey's motives here at the very least. ]

What is it, Sora? Did something you say bother you?

[ his voice is casual and teasing. ]

[did he actually just say that? oh my god.

to cope with the embarrassment (was he joking, or was it a Freudian slip? would they have talked about that kind of thing in school?? if they did, it was probably a lesson the two of them missed in the past couple of years), Sora does two things, both of which he doesn't think completely through:

1) he reaches up and grabs the back of Riku's neck with one hand, bringing him in for another kiss to stop him from teasing further, and,
2) he takes Riku's wrist and places the other's hand right on his crotch.

he may as well go all the way at this point, right?]

[ whatever clever quip riku had planned is long forgotten the second his hand is moved to its new position. he doesn't respond at first, too shocked at this turn of events to do anything but process what just happened. on one hand, it isn't that surprising that things would progress to this point. on the other hand, his hand is on sora's dick.

it's been an odd night.

he backs away enough so he can look sora in the eyes. riku has to make sure this is okay first, which is silly considering sora is the one who did it. but. he isn't sure if sora did that just because he panicked out of embarrassment or what. he searches for any kind of discomfort or regret in his eyes. ]

[there's a bit of panic in Sora's eyes, yes, but it's more directed toward himself than anything. there's only silence between them, other than the pounding of their hearts and the depth of their breaths. it's like time has stopped, and only the two of them exist in all the worlds and universes they know.

but they can't stay frozen like this forever. and, well... it may not have been what he was going for originally, but... as strange as it is, it still feels right. as he considers their situation in the brief pause they're given, he realizes he really does want Riku to do this, that he wants no one but Riku to be the one to.

he's not entirely sure what the implications of that are quite yet, but he can tell it's what they've been building up to this whole night. something about their bond now goes deeper than friendship.

with all this in mind, he figures words are beyond either of them right now, so he decides to forgo them. keeping Riku's hand where it is, he closes his eyes and leans in to kiss the other boy sweetly, not lustfully (ironically enough), as if to say "it's okay, I want this, I promise."]

[ riku lets out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding. he knows he shouldn't be this worried over this, because sora is just not the kind of person who would do something if he didn't want to. he wishes he could shake that doubt away. maybe he will, if they get used to doing this. which would imply that they'll... do this again in the future?

riku hopes so. the thought of this being the first and only time they get together like this is not a pleasant one. they seriously need to discuss this later, although riku isn't too sure how to start that conversation?

for now, he concentrates on kissing sora back. the hand on sora's crotch is heavy, and it's a little awkward just. letting it sit there. so he experimentally begins to move it, rubbing sora through the cloth. he hopes that's not pushing it? it might be pushing it. ]

[he's never thought about it before today, but ever since becoming aware of it in the closet back at the party, Sora couldn't deny that he was curious about being touched there. he's never been one to worry about the science, but he knows it's a completely normal function of the human body, and he is (vaguely) aware that people like doing it... when he first moved to reassure Riku, he thought he was prepared for what it would be like.

in reality, he was not. like, at all.

three things happen in quick succession: he breaks the kiss, opens his eyes, and cries out as Riku begins moving his hand. the moan that comes out of his mouth is far louder than any other noise he's made so far; if Riku's parents had been home, they would so be busted right now. the expression on Sora's face might make it look a little like he's in pain, but holy shit, is he trying to make it clear that he has never wanted anything more than this before.

he's going to let the labored panting he lets out every time Riku does so much as slightly shift do the talking for him.]

[ riku's mind immediately goes into a panic at the look on sora's face. oh god, did he do something wrong? did it press too hard? riku is pretty sure he knows the amount of pressure you can put on a dick without it hurting, since he has one and all but. maybe sora is just especially sensitive?

but all of sora's other reactions point to the contrary. still a little hesitant, he continues working his hand. when sora doesn't actually object to any of it, he becomes a little more confident with his movements. ]

That okay?

[definitely sensitive. the guy has never once thought of using his dick in this way, so it's a lot to take in at once both physically and mentally. he turns his head to the side, his face burning with heat as the blood rushes to it. the same happens to his erection, growing harder with each passing moment. even through his pleasing, he can't help but smile a little fondly at Riku's continued worry for him; it was just so like him to put Sora first.]

Mm, it's... good. [his breath hitches as Riku runs his fingers over a particularly sensitive spot. he's getting better at volume control.] Really good.

[though his pleasured shivering doesn't stop, he is slowly getting used to being teased in this way—enough, at least, to clear some of the haze and regain some control of his body that was lost to Riku's touch. with a considerable amount of concentration, he lifts his arms and places his hands on Riku's hips, lightly digging his fingers into the other boy's skin and resting against the waistband of his pants. they stay there, implying wanting something... but waiting for permission.

but Sora won't directly push that issue just yet. he looks back up at Riku, and instead of taking the initiative himself, he wants to be met on his terms. his voice strained and a little raspy, he murmurs,]

Kiss me again.

[ riku immediately complies, kissing sora deeply. it's a little awkward at first, balancing the kiss and rubbing against sora. he's not really used to doing either action by itself, let alone at the same exact time. but he doesn't want to abandon either activity, and after a few moments he thinks he's getting the hang of it.

he can feel the weight of sora's hand at his side though, knowing that the other teen wants to do something. considering the position of them, he... sort of thinks he knows. but riku also doesn't want to just assume because if it turns out that he's wrong about this it'll be one of his more embarrassing moments.

he decides to go with his gut feeling. ]

It's okay, go ahead.

[ riku keeps it vague enough so that no matter what sora does, it won't seem like riku is wrong #winning ]

[god, does he appreciate the way Riku seems to know exactly what he wants and how to please him. easing his tongue into Riku's mouth while the other continues to jerk him off is a challenge in his self-control, trying to balance his need to breathe with his desire to keep running his tongue over the other boy's.

it's kind of thrilling, and he finds he's really liking it. at this point, what won't he love about these new discoveries they're making together?

(is Riku himself one of those things?)

steeling himself, he tugs at the side of Riku's pants, trying to ease them down. when they don't budge all that much, he frowns a little... before realizing that. they're probably being held there by Riku's belt. because that's what belts do. he can't help but laugh briefly at his own oversight before moving to take care of that pesky strip of leather anchoring Riku's pants in place.

he briefly sees stars, though, when Riku puts a little pressure directly on the skin between his shaft and head, causing him to moan loudly against Riku's mouth again and futilely fumble with the belt. he might need some help as he recovers.]

[ there's a short second where riku doesn't do anything at all because he's so astounded by how hot that moan was. he could reply that noise in his head all day, and he isn't sure what the best part is. the fact that it shows how completely turned on sora is right now or that riku is the cause of it.

probably both.

when he snaps out of it and notices what sora is struggling with, riku has to physically stop himself from rolling his eyes. typical. he shoos sora's fumbling hands away and, one handed, starts to remove the offending belt. ]

[the fact that Riku can undo his own belt with one hand while he continues to pleasure Sora is, without a doubt, sexy, and even Sora—or maybe especially Sora—understands that.

how does he get across that he wants Riku to continue touching him, bare skin to bare skin, without the pesky barrier of cloth that is his pants getting in the way? even for this being the first time he's discovered anything remotely sexual about himself, he can already tell he wants that much, how good that direct contact must feel, if this is what it feels like stifled. hopefully he can convey the message once Riku finishes removing his pants, wanting the favor to be returned in kind.

for now, he lets his hands be shooed away, returning them to Riku's abs and running his fingers downward in anticipation. he searches for a rare spot he knew Riku to be ticklish in when they were kids, wondering if pressing against it now would elicit a different reaction given their current situation.]

[ sora does find the spot and riku makes a hissing noise through his teeth; he's already feeling stimulated from all the other contact, so he wasn't expecting that. it's a little strange how a feeling that was normally so innocent is suddenly the. opposite. of that?

when he finally gets his belt off, riku tosses it to the ground. there's a small moment's of hesitation while he considers what he's about to do. taking their shirts off is one thing; they two of them have seen each other shirtless plenty of times before. they took baths together when they were kids but that's the thing-- they were kids. sora hasn't seen riku without his pants on in a very long time.

he deliberates, heat rising to his face, but even though riku is unsure he knows he's still going to do this. that hesitance does not equal consent, he's just nervous. finally setting his resolve, riku slips his pants down. ]

[Sora pauses for a few moments as he takes in the sight of Riku's body. was Riku always this attractive? —no, of course, he's always known that. who didn't, with basically everyone falling head over heels for him over the years? the better question is when did Sora start to see him in this new light, in this way that makes his heart beat faster than it ever has before, makes his face flush with lust and want?

who knew he was even capable of feeling this way at all? not him, that's for sure. but is he complaining? not in the least.

for the past few minutes, Riku has been making him feel like he's on top of the world, so it's just fair that he returns the favor, he thinks. he lifts his arm tentatively before reaching out, stopping right before he lays his hand on Riku's crotch. he now understands the hesitance the other boy had shown when their roles had been the other way around, though, and hovers over that bulge in Riku's underwear.

he glances upward, meeting Riku's eyes as his breath catches in his throat. he seems to have forgotten how to speak for a bit.]

[ riku thought that touching sora there had been difficult. but seeing sora's hand hover over his crotch without actually touching him feels like torture. riku is suddenly overwhelmed with the desperateness for that touch. he wants to feel sora on him.

he looks back at his friend, eyes filled with a different type of determination than what he's used to. he swallows, and nods his head. ]

Touch me. Please.

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