Really, Riku thought they'd needed that. That kind of tension release and connection. They'd been thought a lot in the past few weeks. Sora had almost died. This was healing as much as it was feel-good.
Riku was content to nap with his lover, wrapped gently around him, protecting him even in his sleep, until a knock on the door roused Riku from his light sleep. Now who could that be? Riku didn't know if he should call out, so he gently nudged the Prince.
"Sora," he murmured, "Sora, someone's at the door." If Sora didn't wake, then Riku wasn't going to bother getting him up or to answer the door.