Stajj, who asked for Riku/Sora kitty cosplay! Another challenge to write, mostly because I was trying to do this seriously. XD 4801 words.
Synopsis: When Riku decides that he and Sora should take a two week break from sex, Sora reminds Riku just how irresistible he can be.
-o-o-
Sora stirred awake at the feel of the sheets moving. Without even opening his eyes, he reached an arm out, slipped it around his boyfriend's waist, and used his body to pull himself close to the other man's back. Riku had been tense as if getting ready to sit up, but when Sora nestled close and buried his face against Riku's warm shoulder blades, Riku relaxed again, a sigh escaping him.
This was their normal morning routine. One of them would wake up, and the other would cling as if trying to capture the laziness for a while longer. Then those tender touches would turn more sexual, and they'd end up having sex before breakfast.
As Sora rubbed his hand against Riku's taut abdomen, he pressed a kiss against Riku's spine, still half asleep but already eager to show his affection. In response, one of Riku's shoulders lifted, and Sora brushed his lips against his skin again, slow this time, as his hand started to skim low, caressing the top of Riku's thigh.
Riku released another sigh, and instead of letting Sora continue as he usually would, he pulled away from the younger man and sat up, not looking at Sora as he raked a hand through his silver hair and pretended to stretch casually as if he often dismissed Sora's advances like that. He didn't.
And Sora wasn't nearly tired enough to overlook something so odd. A little concerned, Sora rose into a sitting position and drew an arm around Riku again, moving close to rest his chin on Riku's shoulder.
"What's wrong?" he asked, gently stroking Riku's arm.
Riku shook his head and finally turned slightly to look at him. He didn't seem upset or tired or anything, but the words that came out of his mouth were something that Sora had never expected to hear from Riku.
"Sora.... I think we have sex too much."
For a moment, Sora was sure he had heard wrong. Hadn't he? But Riku's voice was echoing inside his head, an unexpected mantra that Sora was having a hard time believing. "Uh... what?" he asked, more than just confused.
"Let's just... try going without it for a while," Riku said, and he sounded completely serious.
Oh God, Sora had heard him right. What evil being had possessed his incredibly gorgeous, sex-crazed lover?!
"A while?" Sora asked, feeling panic beginning to set in. "How long is that?"
Riku looked away, green eyes thoughtful. "I don't know..."
"A day?" Sora supplied. He could last a day. He hoped.
"A week... or two," Riku said hesitantly.
Sora abruptly pulled away from him as if he'd catch Riku's craziness. "A week or two?!" he cried.
There was that sigh again. "Sora, some couples go even longer than that."
"When they're married!"
Riku shot him an impatient look, but he kept a calm, rational tone, trying to reason with Sora. "I just want to see how our relationship is without it. I mean, when we're not at class or work, we're screwing each other's brains out. Like four or five times a day."
Sora wasn't seeing anything rational about this, though. Forming an angry pout, he pointed out, "I thought you liked that."
"I do," Riku insisted, "it's just... there's more to a relationship than that. There could be more to our lives than work, school, and the inside of our apartment. When was the last time we went on a real date? Hell, I can't remember the last movie I saw the end to, because one of us always initiates something halfway through!"
And as Riku spoke, Sora's anger began to fade into sadness, mostly because... well, now that Sora thought about it, Riku was kind of right. Beyond sex, they didn't have much of a relationship anymore.
"...Riku..."
His tone must have sounded pathetic enough to make Riku worry because he slipped his arms around Sora and kissed his forehead. "If it doesn't work out, I promise I'll make it up to you," he said, and Sora knew he meant it.
Two weeks without sex... Half a month... He wasn't sure how he was going to survive it.
But if that was what Riku wanted, he'd try it.
"...alright."
-o-o-
Six days later, Sora felt like he was going insane.
Not only had he not seen much of Riku, they'd hardly kissed or touched each other, as if one wrong turn would send them tumbling into each other's pants again. To top it off, Sora couldn't stop thinking about Riku. When Riku had always been there, Sora could concentrate on other things, but now that they were attempting to reestablish their social lives outside of each other and with each other, Sora's thoughts kept drifting back to his lover. He would find himself zoning out and thinking about how nice Riku would look in that black square-cut tank top he'd seen on display, or how nice a new pair of sheets would feel against his back as Riku rocked him against them during sex, or how sexy Riku would smell in some of that cologne that Axel had tried on.
Axel, who kept dragging Sora to the most random stores. Shopping with the redhead could be a nightmare, it was no wonder Sora had given up the opportunity countless times in order to stay in bed with Riku. He had only agreed this time because Axel had asked him to help find something good for his brother Roxas for Christmas, and Axel had told him it would clear his mind, take it off of how much he wanted to jump Riku the next time he saw him.
Well, not those words exactly, but Axel did know about Riku's sudden abstinence idea.
And when Axel led Sora to a sex shop, Sora just knew Axel was baiting him.
"'Clear my mind,' huh?" Sora asked derisively, hitting Axel in the arm. "How is a sex shop supposed to take my mind off of SEX?"
"Ow! Ow, jeez," Axel said, trying not to laugh as he rubbed his wounded arm. "I need condoms, and we're already here. It'll save me a trip."
"I'm going to hit you again."
Grinning, Axel just entered the shop, not even looking to see if Sora would follow him. Sora did, but he wasn't happy about it, and instead of wandering off to browse the aisles on his own, he stuck by Axel to nag at him when he could.
Axel almost immediately honed in on a shelf display. "Ooo, a pack of flavored cock rings..."
Sora's head whipped around to stare at the colorful boxes, but then he pictured Axel and his brother and shuddered. "Ugh, Axel."
"Piña Colada," Axel read as he picked up the light yellow package. "Doesn't Riku like drinking those?"
The image of Axel and Roxas abruptly morphed into himself and Riku, definitely not taking his mind off of the idea of sex, and Sora snatched the box from Axel's hand to put it back. "Stop," he said in a warning tone, narrowing his eyes.
The redhead gave Sora a barely disguised look of amusement. "Man, Sora, if this is what you're like after only—what?—a week without sex, I'd hate to see you next week." He thrust a finger against Sora's chest, poking him with each word of his next statement. "You. Need. To. Get. Laid."
Sora punched him again in the arm, this time harder.
"Ow. Do you get off on that?"
And again, even harder.
Axel backed away after that, though he was still grinning and holding back a laugh. He turned away from the display of cock rings, and Sora followed his gaze to what looked like a bin of discount costume props. Before he could object, Axel had grabbed his wrist and was dragging him in that direction.
"Axel, stop!"
Ignoring his cry of protest, Axel only let go of him once they were in front of the pile of random accessories like packages of angel wings, fishnet stockings, devil horns, and—was that a caveman club? Sora made a face as he watched Axel dig through the stuff, hoping he wasn't going to buy anything for Roxas. Picturing his brother in a French maid outfit was a bit much for his already unstable mindset today.
"Ah-hah!" Axel suddenly exclaimed, proudly presenting something to Sora. "Jackpot!"
It was a pair of fuzzy cat ears. Large cat ears. They looked like they would swallow his head with their soft brown fur and splotches of black. But he had to admit they were cute. Kinda. Curious, he took the package from Axel. The wrinkled plastic was ripped a little—probably why it was on discount. Sora reached into the plastic to feel the ears, wondering what they were made out of. The fur itself was feathery soft, and beneath the shagginess, the support felt leathery, not like plastic at all, but closer to a real cat's ears.
"These are actually pretty nice," Sora commented, looking for a price tag.
Axel smirked and seized it from Sora before ripping the plastic right open to extract the ears.
"What are you—gah, Axel! Now we have to buy them!" Sora whispered loudly, looking around to make sure the store employees couldn't see them.
"Exactly," Axel said, studying the ears and how they worked. He blindly grabbed Sora's shoulder and tugged him close. "Hold still."
Realizing what Axel was doing, Sora felt his cheeks heat, but he held still anyway, letting Axel clip the ears carefully to the sides of his head. They went on like how normal hairclips did—and Sora knew that because he had put them many times in Riku's hair to mess around with him—except these clips were larger to support the massive ears. Okay, so they weren't that big, one ear about the size of one of his hands, but when Axel was done putting them on him, he felt like he was carrying mini satellites.
As Axel stepped back, he fixed Sora's hair to where his eartails rested in front of the ear seams. Then the redhead took a good look at Sora and broke into a grin that was wider than his usual one.
"Fantastic!" was all he said, and then he promptly grabbed Sora again, pulling him towards the body-length mirror next to the bin, probably positioned there for people trying on the unpackaged costume props that were supposed to be unpackaged.
Sora blinked as he saw himself, the ears looking like natural extensions of his head. It was a bit disturbing how well they matched with his real hair color, aside from the black splotches of fur.
Axel slipped his arms over Sora's shoulders and leaned against his back, smirking as he brought his mouth close to Sora's real ear, which was hidden somewhere under fake fur. "Look at you, Sora. You're so cute it's almost irresistible."
As suggestive as Axel's comment was, Sora knew he was harmless, that he was just teasing. Sighing, Sora looked away from the ears, zoning out a little as he stared at his reflection. He wasn't scrawny anymore, not like how he used to be when he was a teen. He'd filled into his own body, gotten almost as tall as Riku—just not as built. They wore most of the same clothes sizes now, except Sora was still more lithe, and Riku still had a bigger dick. But even at twenty-one years, Sora could see the validity of Axel's comment. He hadn't quite outgrown his own boyishness. He'd always wanted to be manly and sexy like Riku, but even now, he was still just... cute. At least irresistible made it sound a bit better. Except there was one problem.
"Riku sure is resisting," he grumbled, pouting at himself in the mirror.
Behind him, Axel pulled back and offered him a confident, almost impish smile. "That's why you gotta remind him why he can't resist you."
Sora glanced toward the bin of costume props. "Hmph."
Axel squeezed his shoulder, trying to be reassuring. "Just because he's top, that doesn't make him the pants of the relationship," he pointed out, his tone growing serious. "Show him that you can lead, too."
As those words settled inside of Sora, instilling some of Axel's confidence, Sora glanced at himself in the mirror again, repeating that notion to him. He could lead, too. He thought about all of those times where he'd done something just because Riku had wanted it. Riku was the one who wanted this abstinence. What about Sora?
Axel was right. Sora could be a little more selfish. He deserved it! But... how to convince Riku...?
His eyes traveled up and studied the cat ears again.
"Alright," he said at last, turning around to face Axel. "I'll need your help, though."
Axel grinned again and slung an arm over his shoulder. "That's what I'm here for," he said, and then pulled him towards the costume bin again. It was time for a treasure hunt.
-o-o-
The next day, Sora spent hours debating with himself over his stupid plan. Without Axel there to reassure him, Sora felt silly. He kept worrying about what Riku would think about him, kept fearing that Riku might even laugh at him.
All of his anxiety, though, turned his nice evening with Riku into only a generally nice evening, and it was because Riku could tell he was worried about something, he knew. Riku kept giving him sidelong looks as if to make sure he was okay, and even though Riku never asked him if something was wrong, Sora knew he was probably dying to.
Sora felt bad that he was making Riku concerned about him, especially since their night together was to test how good their relationship really was. Sora was sending all of the wrong signals... He felt like such an idiot. And though they'd finally gotten to the end of a movie without one of them jumping the other on the couch, he had a feeling that Riku hadn't really enjoyed it. They had spent the two hours sitting on opposite ends of the couch instead of snuggled up against each other's bodies or... well, having sex.
Sora wasn't sure what he was expecting when the movie finished, but when Riku got up and announced he was going to take a shower, Sora's suspicions were confirmed. Riku was bored. Or at least disinterested. Sora couldn't decide which was worse.
Riku started to leave the den, Sora's eyes following after him, but a slight pang in Sora's chest made him react without thinking.
"Riku?"
Hesitating just before the hallway, Riku glanced over his shoulder, green eyes regarding him with a look that Sora couldn't quiet decipher. "Yeah, baby?"
The familiar term of endearment immediately assuaged his worry. "Um... nothing," he murmured, glancing away. He leaned forward to grab the remote from the coffee table. He stopped the DVD, and when he looked toward the hallway again, Riku was gone.
Sora couldn't help thinking about how, a week ago, Riku would have dragged him along, and they'd be taking that shower together, feeling each other up under the warm spray of water. Riku's stupid abstinence idea, though... Now everything felt awkward. Wasn't this supposed to bring them closer together? Sora felt more distant than ever.
And Riku, aside from being worried about him, seemed perfectly fine with it all.
As he listened to the sound of water running through pipes as Riku started his shower, Sora recalled what Axel had said yesterday. Riku might have been top in bed, but he didn't necessarily wear the pants in the relationship.
Sora needed to fight back a little.
Coming to a decision, he got up and went to retrieve the bag of purchases he'd made the day before.
-o-o-
The apartment was too quiet when Riku stepped out of the bathroom. Usually there was always some kind of background noise in their home.
"Sora?" he tentatively called out. When he received no answer, he fastened his towel around his hips and crossed the bedroom, passing the partition that separated the sleeping area from the bathroom. He moved to the door and peeked into the hallway. He couldn't hear the television or Sora moving around anywhere. Had he fallen asleep on the couch? Had he left? "Sora? Where are you?" he tried again. And again, there was no answer.
Slightly worried, Riku dragged a hand through his wet hair and hesitated, wondering if this had anything to do with the weird way Sora had been acting earlier. Maybe he should go look for him...
Deciding to get dressed first, Riku looked away from the hallway.
A distinct jingle caught his attention, and he turned to face the bed...
Where Sora was waiting for him.
At first Riku was just relieved to find Sora—he had been in the bedroom the whole time, and Riku just hadn't seen him because of the partition in the way. But then his brain caught up with his eyes and he realized what exactly he was seeing.
Leaning against the edge of the bed, Sora was wearing little to nothing except... accessories: a black collar with a large gold bell, brown and black fuzzy cat ears, and a matching cat tail that was bent in a little curl behind him—he even had black plush paws and slippers to complete the look. Aside from those, a black tube top stretched across a thin portion of his chest, and he seemed to be wearing a pair of Riku's black bikini briefs.
And with Sora sitting like that, with his long legs stretched out in front of him, slightly spread to show off his tan thighs and how downright tempting he looked in Riku's underwear and cute kitty accessories, Riku felt himself grow instantly hard underneath his towel.
Practically gaping, he stood rooted to the spot, not even sure how he was supposed to react to such an unexpected situation. He forced himself to glance at Sora's face, which had a light shade of pink on it—God, Riku loved his blushes—and then met his eyes, which were slightly narrowed, cerulean blue hiding secret intentions.
"Uh... Sora..?" he said cautiously. "Um.. w-wow..."
Sora said nothing in return and instead lowered his eyes, studying Riku in turn, tracing down Riku's lean neck and broad shoulders. A slow smile crept onto Sora's lips as his gaze continued to travel, sweeping over the contours of Riku's chest, his pert nipples, his abdomen, and the sweep of towel hanging on his hips, finally pausing at the obvious erection beneath it.
Sora licked his lips, and Riku felt his heart skip.
And when Sora dragged his feet to the edge of the bed and calmly rose to a standing position, Riku's pulse began racing even faster, his instincts sensing danger as Sora crept toward him, slinking in a graceful, feline way, keeping his eyes leveled at Riku's crotch like a cat would to a lizard.
"Sora..?" he tried again, torn between taking a step back and taking a step forward, anxious and excited at once.
Sora's gaze flicked up, meeting Riku's, and Sora gave a soft meow, sounding almost teasing as he then sank to his knees. The cute sound sent a shiver of anticipation through Riku, who couldn't take his eyes away from Sora as he began to crawl forward on his plush paws. His fuzzy tail curved above him and swayed with his hips, and his bell gave a light jingle with each move of his shoulders. Sora peeked up through his bangs, meeting Riku's gaze again as he drew closer and closer, his smile spreading into a playful little grin.
"Mreow..."
Though Riku had no clue what had gotten into Sora, he wasn't going to complain. He definitely hadn't pegged Sora as the role-playing type—they'd always been content with their usual sexual activities, and the issue had never come up—but here Sora was, and he was performing almost flawlessly. The only thing that hinted he might be even slightly insecure was his faint blush, but his gaze, glittering with amusement, kind of said otherwise. Sora was enjoying this. He was probably secretly thrilled that he had gotten Riku so easily aroused.
Riku swallowed hard and tried to regulate his breathing as Sora paused right in front of him and sat on his knees, jingling as he slowly rose, his face inches away from Riku's body. His paws pressed against Riku's hips, the material squishy against him, and Riku automatically tensed at the first touch from Sora, not knowing exactly what to expect from his lover right now, though he had a good idea what was about to come.
Sora's lips curled again, this time with an impish smirk.
"Mmm... mreow~"
Riku held his breath as Sora leaned right in and nuzzled into Riku's cock through the towel, burrowing his nose against it lovingly, the coarse material creating a terribly amazing friction against his sensitive skin. A series of shudders ran through him, Sora's affectionate rubbing creating a fierce pleasure, making his mind spin. Riku heard a low, throaty meow escape Sora's lips as the nuzzling grew insistent, and Riku couldn't hold himself back from responding with a groan of agreement, one of his hands brushing Sora's fuzzy cat ear before reaching down to squeeze Sora's shoulder in encouragement.
Riku fought to keep his eyes open, wanting to continue watching, but when Sora suddenly nipped his cock through the towel, he gave a sharp gasp and wrenched his eyes shut as an intense flame curled in his gut, burning and dissipating throughout his body. He pushed his hips forward for more. Sora made a show out of tilting his head and opening his mouth wide to drag his teeth lightly against the hardness under the towel. Riku trembled, his lips parting with a heated sigh as he focused on that incredible feeling. Even through the material, Riku could still feel Sora's warm breath against him.
"God, S-Sora," he murmured distractedly, blindly reaching up. His fingers played along Sora's collar until he found the bell and gave it a loud jingle, and he felt Sora laugh against him.
Sora's paws shifted against his hips, pressing more firmly and rubbing downward as if trying to grasp at him with his fingers, but the material of the paws was too plush to do anything productive. "Dammit," Sora grumbled, and then hurriedly added, "I mean—mreow!"
Riku slipped his eyes open, cracking an amused smile, and Sora glanced up at him as if sensing his stare. Sora hesitated, then, blue eyes reading his green, and Sora's cheeks slowly turned a deeper shade of red before he finally looked down, lips spreading back into his smirk.
Sora moved forward, his mouth coming to Riku's hip, and he used his teeth to grab the edge of Riku's towel. With one small jerk of his chin, he tugged the towel free, and it fell to the carpet with a rustle. Then, with the complete poise of a cat claiming its bowl of milk, Sora leaned in and lapped up the pre-cum. Shivering, Riku pressed forward for more as he usually would when Sora was about to give him a blow job.
But this time, instead of Sora giving him what he wanted, Sora suddenly gave his hip a sharp, quick bite, and held his paws in place so Riku couldn't move again. Riku released a surprised, disgruntled sound, but decided to let Sora do what he wanted. For now. He'd understood the warning.
Sora nuzzled his thigh, his hair and ears tickling Riku, who shuddered and even hummed as Sora licked the jut of his hipbone.
"Ahh—Sora, stop.... stop teasing me," he gasped, just as Sora's tongue ran over his abdomen, making the muscles twitch.
Sora's next meow sounded even more teasing.
Riku had no control, though, as Sora began covering his erection with long, firm licks, curling his tongue against the sides and alternating pressure along the bottom, then swirling it around the head and teasing the slit. Riku did all he could to not give in to Sora's torture, but quiet groans still rumbled in his throat and wordless murmurs rolled off his tongue, praising Sora for the pleasure but begging for the completion he wanted. But Sora didn't give it to him.
Prolonging the pleasure, Sora shortened the licks, purposely avoiding Riku's most responsive areas on purpose, working around their edges just to make him writhe, and he did, even giving a low growl that could have come from a cat. Amused, Sora gave a warning meow in response and gently nipped the head of his cock.
"Nnngh..."
But Riku became obedient after that, his fingers tenderly caressing Sora's shoulders to encourage Sora in their own way. Sora never took Riku fully into his mouth, instead relying on irregular patterns of strokes of his tongue and light grazes of his teeth to draw Riku to the edge. And Riku, who hadn't thought he could find something like this so arousing and stimulating after all of the other sex they'd had, found himself really enjoying Sora's control.
He reached climax a lot faster than he thought he would, his fingers tugging on Sora's collar as he suddenly tensed, bowing over Sora as Sora kept going, licking harder and faster and this time attacking Riku's sensitive spots with a vengeance. Riku shuddered violently and choked out a cry as he came, he knees almost buckling, but Sora's paws pushed against him and Riku leaned his weight against Sora, trusting his support.
When his headiness had faded somewhat, he collected himself and pulled away a little, meeting Sora's gaze. Sora was smirking again. Some of Riku's seed had hit his cheek, and he tried licking it up, but his tongue only cleaned some of it.
"What was all of that for?" Riku asked, surprised at the huskiness of his own voice.
Sora climbed to his feet, his paw-shaped slippers bumping Riku's toes. Something mischievous glittered in Sora's gaze, and he only replied with another meow. Riku took that as a sign that he wasn't done yet.
Taking a moment to study Sora's outfit again, admiring the erection Sora was now sporting in Riku's own briefs, Riku formed a smirk of his own.
"Was this punishment for making you wait a week?" Riku asked.
Sora's lips curled a little more.
Riku leaned in to kiss him, his hand cupping Sora's waist, but the brunette turned his face away and nuzzled into Riku's neck instead. Riku hummed at the affectionate rubbing and slid his hand up Sora's side, tracing his warm skin, and pushed it under Sora's tube top to caress his shoulder blade. His other hand trailed up Sora's spine, earning a quiet, pleased sound from Sora as he arched into Riku's touches.
Lowering his face, Riku pressed a kiss to the top of his head, Sora's fuzzy ears tickling his face, especially as Sora started brushing his face higher, reaching Riku's jaw. His bell kept jingling, making Riku wonder what it would sound like with Sora under him, being rocked into the sheets.... or with Sora in his lap, riding him, giving soft mewls as they kissed.
Liking the idea, Riku moved forward to begin his attack. Riku's hand slid to Sora's front and pushed his top up, his fingers finding one of Sora's nipples and rolling it, earning a low, eager hum from Sora. When his other hand continued tracing Sora's spine and reached his tailbone, rubbing into it playfully, Riku felt Sora smile against his jaw, and Sora pushed his tush out towards Riku's hand like a cat.
Laughing, Riku lowered his face to meet Sora's and brushed his nose against the other man's, smiling wide as he hovered in front of Sora's mouth, waiting for permission this time for a kiss.
"Mreow~" Sora said, accepting.
Riku pressed their mouths together, feeling Sora respond under him, parting his lips and welcoming Riku's tongue as he immediately tried to take control of the kiss. But a nip against his tongue made him flinch and pull back, shooting Sora a confused look.
"Too fast," was all Sora said, his voice laced with amusement as he slowly leaned in, meeting Riku in a softer, more sensual kiss. As Riku complied and let Sora guide him and correct him with little bites and growls, Riku began to understand what Sora was doing.
Riku, who was so used to acting first or making decisions, was being trained. When Riku felt Sora grab his wrist and lead his hand to his briefs-clad cock, though, Riku found that he didn't mind all that much.
"Mreow?" Sora asked huskily, nibbling Riku's lip.
"Mmm... meow," Riku agreed, slipping a hand into the briefs.
Abstinence be damned. He'd give Sora what he wanted.
-o-o-
Fin.