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Somewhere between their Mark of Mastery exam and now, Riku's gotten himself a belly button piercing.
It's just a little thing, a small glint of silver when he raises his arms while wearing one of those t-shirts that normally rest just above the hip bone.
They've been so busy that Sora hadn't had the time to confront him about it. Frankly it hadn't really processed as a piercing, his mind instead filling in that gap in his knowledge with something more familiar, like mistaking it for the button of his jeans or the pull tab of his jacket zipper.
But now, as Sora sits in the kitchen, watching Riku over the lip of his mug, it's undeniable.
Riku's gotten himself a belly button piercing.
His mouth is open slightly when Riku lowers his arm, hand wrapped around his favorite mug that he keeps on the top shelf so that Sora doesn't steal it.
It's covered now, but Sora's eyes are locked on where his naval is hiding from under his shirt, and he doesn't remember to blink until pale fingers tug awkwardly at the hem of fabric, and the sound of Riku clearing his throat brings Sora back.
Sora doesn't say anything— his eyes dive down to stare at the tea swirling around in his cup, face feeling strangely hot. It's the steam, hitting his cheeks and making a bead of sweat collect at his temple, but he keeps it close anyways, breathing in the moist air through his nose.
The way Riku looks at Sora askance as he plucks the spoon off of the table where Sora had haphazardly placed it down makes it seem like he's waiting on Sora to speak, but the younger boy's tongue feels heavy in his mouth.
There's a tension in Riku's shoulders that wasn't there before, and the sudden realization that Riku probably thinks he's judging him washes over Sora.
“You didn't tell me about your piercing…”
That still sounds a little judgemental, and now Riku's paused in stirring his tea. The silence is dragging on as Sora closes and opens his mouth once, before he blurts out, “It’s sexy.”
And that's not what he meant to say, but it's out there now, and the way Riku's face is slowly turning pink makes it almost worth Sora's own embarrassment.
It does nothing to prepare him for when Riku replies, “if you like that one, you should see the rest.”
The chair next to Sora makes a terrible scratching sound as Riku pulls it out before plopping himself down, suddenly nonchalant aside from the light dusting of a blush.
He sips on his own tea loudly as Sora adverts his eyes, trying not to think about where the hell he could have more piercings, but as the idea turns in Sora's head, he decides he doesn't like being on the defensive.
Time to double down, get Riku blushing again.
The elbow closest to Riku finds its way to rest on the back of his own chair, and Sora twists his body to be facing Riku more directly. His other hand reaches across as he suddenly grabs the hem of Riku's shirt and tugs up, revealing that silver ball again.
“So show me.” It's almost a mumble, and Sora is a little taken aback that Riku just… lets him pull his shirt up. He even leans back a bit, to give Sora better access.
Once more, he can't move his eyes from Riku's stupid belly button, but he still feels like he's not the one with the power here, so he splays his hand over the taut muscles of Riku's lower abs and caresses his thumb over the metal.
It catches just slightly, pulling the flap of skin just a bit before it recoils out from under the pad of his finger, and Sora's eyes flick up to Riku's face.
His cheeks are a deeper pink again, but rather than pulling back Riku just slides down a tad further in his chair, hips moving up and down slightly to accomplish it. One of his hands is still wrapped around his mug, but the other close to Sora has drifted to clutch about halfway up the post of Sora's chair, three inches below where Sora's elbow is resting.
Another swipe of his thumb and then he pushes down, and another ball appears from inside his belly button. It's a bar— which, now that Sora considers it makes sense— and Sora is hit with an urge to give it a tug, see what happens.
“Where's the rest?” His voice catches himself by surprise by how raspy it suddenly is, but to Riku's credit he doesn't mention it.
Instead, Riku grabs Sora's wrist and drags his hand up his body. Riku's shirt bunches up over their wrists until Sora's fingers brush against the older boy's hard nipple, surrounded by two more balls.
This time, there’s no cup to hide the way his mouth falls open.
Subconsciously, Sora’s bottom lip is pulled between his teeth as his eyes widen just a bit, and Riku’s got this stupid smirk on his face as though he’s just won. Sora didn’t realize this was a competition, but he’s not gonna just let Riku take this victory.
With a shuttering breath, he lightly pinches the bar between his thumb and the crook of his pointer finger and then tweaks it carefully, watching for any sort of change on Riku’s face.
He’s always been good at maintaining a stoic facade, but Sora’s been around him enough to be well acquainted with his tells, and right now the way his Adam's apple has bobbed is the most glaring one.
His muscles are tense again, but one of his knees has slowly drifted closer to Sora, and the younger boy figures its invitation enough.
Sora stands then, drawn by a desire to see if there’s a matching piercing on the other nipple, and he throws a leg over Riku so that it's planted between Riku’s feet. Sora’s stomach tingles just from the presence of Riku’s thigh between his knees, and he replaces one hand with the other as his fingers rest on both sides of Riku’s ribs, not quite to his armpits.
Twin thumbs skate over twin piercings, and it's then that Riku lets out the softest of sighs.
It feels overly obscene despite it being completely innocent. Riku sinks even further down, arching his back slightly as he goes to keep his chest against where Sora’s hands are braced, eyes never leaving Sora’s face.
Against his right knee, the crotch of Riku’s pants brush. The older boy’s face is coming closer— Sora doesn’t know who’s doing the leaning in, but he’s too focused on massaging Riku’s nipples to bother finding out.
He’s rolling them under his palms now, and pressing his own hips forward against the resistance of Riku’s baggy jeans, until he feels the other’s body beneath his knee.
The air is thick between their faces, only another inch or so until their noses could brush, and Riku’s been into everything so far, so maybe Sora can close that gap with no long-term consequences—
The door opens with a slam, and Sora rips himself away as Riku yanks his shirt down back over his torso.
Ven is standing there, blinking at the two of them, and Sora feels like he’s been caught stealing candy or something with the way his face heats up in shame.
He swallows thickly, glances briefly at Riku, and then hurries out the door past Ven before anyone can comment on the tightness in his pants.