This time, Riku met the tongue that slipped into his mouth. It was... wetter than their kisses usually were, but deeper too, and Riku groaned when the Prince shifted his weight, grasping at the Prince's shirt with a sudden irrational dislike of the thing.
The Prince did say to do as he please, didn't he? Riku caught the material of the Prince's shirt under his thumbs and pulled it up, breaking the kiss only as long as it took the get the shirt off over the Prince's head and drop it somewhere on their bed.
Now that he had so much more skin to touch and feel, Riku scarcely knew where to begin. He leaned in for another insistent kiss and ran his hands slowly over the Prince's shoulders, and then down his chest.