Sora would have blinked a time or two at how suddenly he had no shirt on, but he was far too busy. Too busy pressing back into Riku's kisses as though each kiss was far, far from enough.
The Prince thought to slow down, breathe, his head was spinning and even the air that now assaulted his body didn't seem cool at all. It was almost like feeling slightly feverish, but it felt amazing instead. He couldn't bring himself to stop. He only wanted Riku to kiss him more, touch him more. Sora mumbled Riku's name against his lips. When he couldn't breathe he simply moved to Riku's neck again, spreading hot open mouth kisses down as far as Riku's shirt allowed. He found his hands pulling up on the bottom, but he was a little too uncoordinated to take it off while he was busy with his mouth.