The kissing was good, and familiar. It reminded Riku of timid first kisses, sitting on cloaks in melting winter snow. Of deep kisses and falling into arms after dancing. Of passionate kisses inspired by the Prince's violin playing. Of comfort, playfulness, desire, and affection.
Slowly, Riku let his lips part under the Prince's kisses as his hands slipped from around his shoulders to his waist, one hand slipping curiously under the Prince's shirt to press his fingertips to his Prince's skin. He was so warm, so beautiful, Riku sighed through his nose and tighten his hold on the Prince.