"You just do. But then, everyday you seem more and more beautiful," Riku said pleasantly. "Can a man not reflect without motive on the particular beauty of his love?" He just... looked at him and thought it. And felt like he had to share.
At first, it seemed like any other time the Prince washed his back for him; a quiet, tender, intimate moment between them. But then...
Riku's cheeks flushed traitorously pink, and was glad that the Prince couldn't see. Somehow, it had been easier to bring up the suggestion that they should, than to hear that yes, they should, in agreement.
Still, Riku turned and stretched up to press a kiss against the Prince's cheek. "Wait for me in our room," he whispered softly. "I will be out presently." And then... then, they could see just what their hearts and bodies decided.