"I may," Riku allowed. Parties, the Prince's kind of parties, weren't necessarily his kind of thing. But he'd happily put in the time required of him, if it meant that the Prince's parents could see what a good match he was for their son. "But I will never get tired of dancing with you. And this Yule, we will match more obviously." No playful half theme. This time, their clothing would be cut from the same cloth.
Riku bowed playfully and followed Sora inside, their hands clasped tightly together. "Well, Your Majesty," Riku said taking a look around and then flashing the Prince a bright smile. "It would appear we are alone."
It was Hayner's JOB not to be easily distracted. To see and hear everything, and commit it to memory. Sometimes, in cases like this, it work to his own benefit. "For certain," Hayner grinned, "And with royal blood, and ale, flowing freely through your veins," he raised one of Roxas's wrists to his lips, nipping just where the sleeve of his jacket wouldn't show, "You are soft in my arms. Well," he rocked playfully against his Lord, "Maybe not soft everywhere. But I shall soon have that fixed."
He kissed him hard and pressed his hand to Roxas's belly, skin warm under his fingertips, fine golden hair in a light dusting beginning just under his naval. "Let me show you," Hayner whispered in Roxas's ear, "Just what skills I have to offer you."
Hayner gave Roxas a smug little grin, another kiss because he HAD to, and began pressing a short, quick train of kisses down his body, re-positioning himself as he went, his hand moving between Roxas's legs as sure as if it were his own, transitioning from touching to tasting effortlessly, and only betraying his own pleasure with a soft groan as his lips parted for that first slide of flesh into his mouth.