To be honest, the Prince had felt kind of tense and nervous when he'd climbed into bed. Even now, his head was swimming a bit, not really thinking of anything but what he was feeling. Riku underneath him, every place their bodies touched, every time Riku moved even the slightest. His skin felt hot and kind of prickly, sensitive to Riku's fingertips. Tonight they would be lovers not just with their hearts.
The Prince caught his breath against Riku's lips, not wanting to stop for even a second, though he knew he must breathe. That little moan was such encouragement. It was certainly all that Sora need to slide up onto his knees and climb atop Riku, settling down across his hips carefully. He drew Riku up to him, and slid his hand into Riku's hair, wasting no time in continuing to kiss him, or sliding his tongue back into his mouth to taste him. There was a pull to be closer and closer to him, and his body felt it entirely, growing more intense by the moment.