Bound
"Are you sure?"
Riku turned to level a glare at Sora. "Of course I'm sure." He punctuated the statement with a small huff as he shucked his shirt.
"I don't exactly have much practice with this," Sora murmured from behind him. "So it'll be simple." He ghosted his hands over Riku's flanks.
"I think you're missing the point," Riku grunted. His hands were already unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down, but Sora's hand on his gave him pause.
"Leave these." Sora snapped the waistband of Riku's boxer-briefs. "And I'm not. Missing the point, that is. I just," he sucked in a breath. "I want it to be special."
Riku could only turn his head so far, so Sora only got his profile, but his eyes were soft. "It already will be, because it's you."
Sora pressed a kiss onto the delicate shell of his ear. "Okay." The contact between them ended abruptly as Sora turned to retrieve the thing Riku had brought him, with his request. "Are you ready?"
Riku gave a curt nod, eyes flicking to the coil of white rope in Sora's hands as he circled around. There was a brief moment when he tensed, but when Sora draped the rope behind his head, over his shoulders, his breath left him in a sigh. Then there was only the sound of rope slithering over skin, through Sora's hands, and their soft breaths.
Riku wanted to see those blue eyes, but Sora concentrated on manipulating the rope. Down his front. A nudge as the two ends passed between his legs, then up his back. Around his hips, looped through the front, back and forth, back and forth. As Sora had said, it was simple, but the brunette's motions were still a little uncertain. Less confident than he was used to seeing. Even so, he slid a finger under a section of rope, to check its tightness, before tugging at the different elements, like one would tug at shoelaces to adjust them.
To finish, Sora positioned Riku's arms behind his back, looping the rope around them to secure him, leave him helpless. He tested the tension once more. "How is it?"
Riku took a deep breath, feeling the rope pressing into his skin as his chest expanded. Felt it pressing close to sensitive areas, and wondered how much more he would feel if he was completely nude. Felt the way it restricted him, his hands useless.
But, more than anything, as he looked into the blue eyes, felt Sora's hands exploring the feel of rope on skin as much as he was, he felt safe. It wasn't like with Ansem, and the darkness, when his freedom had been torn from him, whittled away, little by little, by his own misguided actions.
This was freely given.
In Sora's hands, he wouldn't be hurt, couldn't hurt others. A calm descended over him, a peacefulness he hadn't experienced in years.
Riku leaned into Sora, nuzzling his neck. "Perfect," he sighed.
Sora let out a low chuckle. "I agree. This is a good look for you." A hand reached up and stroked Riku's silvery hair. "What comes next?"
Riku didn't bother to lift his head. "Whatever you want," he told Sora's neck.