Kingdom Hearts, Riku/Sora, braid
Riku doesn't let a lot of people touch his hair in the first place, and he's kind of reluctant to let Kairi and Sora touch it because Kairi tends to look as though she'd like to take a pair of scissors to his hair (not that he doesn't, well, need it at this point, but he'd like it to be on his terms), and Sora…
Well. Sora tends to play with his hair- winding it round his fingers, sniffing it, whatever. Riku thinks that this is because Sora's own hair isn't long enough to really do anything with, and would probably be even more uncontrollable than it is even if it was longer.
"You know," he tells Sora one afternoon, when it's just them with Sora braiding his hair for no reason other than Sora wants to and Riku's letting him, "you keep this up and people are gonna start calling you girly."
Sora thumps him on the shoulder. "Shut up," he says. "Anyway, you're the one with the girly hair." He tugs at the braid, which will probably turn out to be longer than Kairi's hair if they compare it, though Riku's got no intention of doing so.
"Yours'd be longer if we could flatten it," Riku says, reaching up to tug at one of Sora's spikes.
"Would not," Sora says, moving with the tug to kiss Riku. It's kind of awkward, like this, so they break apart and shuffle, trying to find a more comfortable position- or, well, just one that doesn't make their necks hurt so much, and lets Sora get a hand in Riku's pants, brushing the hairs there. Riku hisses, and works a hand into Sora's pants, and Sora grins just before Riku does it to him. "Ah…"
"That's what you get for teasing," Riku murmurs, kissing Sora.
"Jerk," Sora mutters, hand warpping around Riku and stroking. "I wonder why-" He cuts himself off, and Riku pulls back a little.
"Sora, what-"
Sora pulls on the braid to get Riku to come back, maybe looking a little worried. "No- I know why I like you," he says. "Stuff like this-"
"What, nothing about me?" Riku says, mostly jokingly, moving to pick up where he left off.
Sora rolls his eyes. "And I couldn't imagine not being close to you," he says. "I mean- who else would let me play with their hair and not tease me about it mercilessly?"