Sora was really hoping it worked out like that. That they'd have their own friends and hobbies, and then things that they would share. He KNEW it was bad to spend ALL their time together. He KNEW sometimes he'd need to travel and leave Riku at home. They had to have friends, even if it was a rocky start.
"Are you comfortable?" Sora teased, because he looked comfy, but that was good. This was a great way to end the evening. "I'll play a song about the end of the war," Sora decided. All the joy, and fears, but also the calm and hopeful.
Roxas didn't like that smirk because it meant- "Ah! Hayner, just-" it felt so GOOD, to be like this, his head to be swimming and pleasure building and he was grabbing at the blankets and trying to keep his hips still. They'd been polite and distant for months with nothing at all but quiet barely-kisses in the utmost darkness in their tent, and certainly nothing while they shared space with Sora and Riku at the keep. Roxas didn't need to say anything between appreciative moans and gasps, Hayner would know the moment that he slide his fingers into his hair that he was close, tugging but not pulling, and it didn't really take long for him to come anyway, not with how much he'd needed this.