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Something that always surprised Sonic was how willing Shadow was to give up control.
Outside of physical fights and missions, Shadow never wanted to maintain his persona of being the superior being. It was a slow realization, one Sonic only started noticing when they got closer. Such as how he’d prefer to stay quiet in small petty arguments, or how he’d seem to shrink if he’d done something wrong. At first Sonic didn’t think much of it, but once they got into a relationship it only became clearer.
Especially in the bedroom.
Shadow enjoyed pleasuring others more than he enjoyed receiving pleasure himself- but he was hardly what one would consider a top. He was docile and sweet, following suggestions and purring at compliments. If pushed than yes, he’d go rougher, but he’d rather the treatment be shoved on him rather than performing it himself. Most of the time, Shadow wouldn’t even do anything until explicitly told. Which worked out fine because Sonic loved to blabber on and on, even during intimacy, but Shadows actions were consistent.
He'd come up with the idea a while ago. Sonic had no idea how it would be received, especially now that the light weight of the bag was in his hands. But it didn’t hurt to try, and, if he was reading Shadow right, then he had a feeling the hybrid would really like this.
Shadow was seated at the table, flipping through what Sonic assumed to be paperwork if the scowl on his face was any indicator. But he really didn’t care, and right now, Shadow being busy was the least of his worries. He just wanted to give Shadow his gift, pitch the idea, and leave it to fester for the next couple hours. This was how Sonic typically initiated new kinks into the bedroom. Shadow was more receptive when he had time to think and research the concept first before agreeing, and Sonic really hoped he took the time to do just that afterwards. Especially since Sonic had been subtly aroused all day ever since he procured the items he was about to pull out.
“Hey Shads, ya busy?” Sonic slid into an empty seat, shoving a pile of papers out of the way to grab Shadow’s attention.
Shadow didn’t look up. “Yes.”
“Cool, anyways, I got a gift for you.” Sonic continued, placing the paper bag in the cleared spot. “C’mon you’ve been working all day. At least look!”
The hybrid huffed and put his pen down, glancing at the bag curiously before meeting Sonic’s eyes. He could never get over how pretty Shadow’s eyes were. Despite seeing them a million times, Sonic still fell under some weird type of spell whenever he looked into them. They always held so much emotion, even the simple curiosity was enough to make him melt. He scooted the bag a little closer, his tail wagging anxiously.
Shadow picked up the bag and unfolded the top, hesitantly reaching in. Those ruby eyes widened as he touched the first object, slowly taking out a strap of dark blue leather with gold hardware attached. He stared at the object, running his gloved fingers along the strap, brows slightly furrowed in confusion.
“What is this?”
Sonic could hardly keep the glee off his face as he leaned forward. “It’s a collar! You can get them specially made, so it should fit you.”
“Fit me?” Shadow frowned, this thumb rubbing over the belt style clasp.
Sonic nodded, taking a deep breath before diving into his explanation. “You get really subby on me sometimes and I thought maybe we could try something new? Kind of like roleplaying, the collar signifies ownership. I thought you’d like it since you always wait for me to tell you what to do and stuff.” Sonic shrugged. “It’s purely just a sex thing, obviously, well at least for me. I doubt you’d let the world see you in a collar. But uh, you can think about it! And if you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it again.”
Shadow nodded slowly, eyes scrutinizing the collar and flipping it over in his hands to brush the unfinished leather backing. Sonic had chosen that option since it was supposedly a lot more comfortable than a plastic or felt backing. Shadow looked back towards the bag, “What else is in there?” He asked.
“Oh! Just some extras in case you wanted them.” Sonic replied, reaching into the bag himself and first pulling out a thin, round gold tag that had the name “SHADOW” delicately engraved in. “It’s just a name tag, came free with the collar so it’s just got your name on it. Although sometimes people put super degrading shit on these things- but I showed some restraint for you.” He winked.
He held the tag out for Shadow, the hybrid taking it and giving it the same look over as he did the collar. Although the leather never left his hands, he did set the tag on the table. He looked back over at Sonic expectantly, the hero flushing lightly at the attention Shadow was giving him.
“Uh, last thing!” Sonic reached back into the bag to pull out the last item. A long strip of braided black cord unwound itself, a loop handle on one end and a gold clip on the other.
“A leash.” Shadow stated, staring at the fabric that Sonic had started to weave anxiously between his fingers.
“We can wait on this, get you used to the collar first and then work it in if we want.” Sonic reminded him, coiling the leash up and setting it on the table. “That’s all I’ve got for you though! I’ll leave these with you, and you can tell me if you’re down or not later. I’ll let you get back to work.” Sonic winked, scooting his chair back to leave before pausing, stuck mid movement watching as Shadow started to unfasten the collar from its loop.
The hybrid leaned his head forward and placed the leather at his neck, starting to fiddle with the fastener before Sonic jumped out of his buffering state and zipped behind Shadow. “I got it, I got it… hold your quills up.” He murmured, Shadow passing the ends off to Sonic in favor of picking up the quills that covered his neck. If Shadow could feel Sonic’s hands shaking, he didn’t mention it. Instead, he patiently waited for Sonic to tighten the buckle, the hero gently asking if it was comfortable. Shadow nodded, letting his quills fall when Sonic’s hands moved away.
He reached up to his neck to find the loop where the tag would hang from, fiddling with the gold. “This is weird.” He commented with a soft sigh. And just like that, he had pushed the tag next to the leash and was back to doing paperwork.
Sonic blinked a couple times before shaking his head and smiling dumbly at his partner. He really hadn’t expected Shadow to put it on so willingly, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining. With a quick kiss to Shadow’s head, Sonic left him alone to go dick around until nightfall. He needed something to distract himself or else he’d lose his mind thinking of Shadow just sitting around wearing a collar he’d designed for him.
Shadow wore the collar all day.
Granted, it’s not like they went anywhere, so there was no real reason for Shadow to take it off outside of being uncomfortable. But he wore it diligently through doing his paperwork, lounging around, and even during dinner. It made eating an interesting challenge since Sonic’s eyes would get glued to the leather around Shadow’s neck every couple of minutes and Shadow would have to yell at him to snap him out of it. He couldn’t help it! His mind was running rampant with all the ideas that he had if Shadow decided to take it all a little further.
It didn’t help that Shadow himself was fiddling with the collar too. His fingers occasionally brushing over the leather or toying with the gold ring. Sometimes one of two fingers would tuck under the band, testing its looseness before dropping back down to whatever task he was doing. Every time Sonic saw him do that, he could only think of what it would look like for a leash to be attached, tugging the collar away from his neck like that. It was a delicious sight that made the space between his legs just that much more heated. But, for the sake of dinner, Sonic held himself together. It would be a little weird being actively aroused while eating a thrilling meal of leftovers.
Sonic had expected that to be the end, but instead Shadow just had to remind him that one of Sonic’s favorite films was just put out on a streaming service. Now they were curled up on the couch together watching. Well, Sonic was watching in between his fingers twitching to touch the collar around his partner’s neck. Shadow was partially watching the film, partially on his phone. Again, if he noticed Sonic’s wondering eyes, he kept it to himself.
The movie finished up fast, mainly due to Sonic spacing out the whole time. But they were pressed so close, side to side, Sonic’s head leaning against Shadow’s shoulder. He couldn’t help it that once the credits started to roll, he pressed a kiss to Shadow’s shoulder.
Shadow twitched, not expecting the motion but not protesting it. Sonic trailed a small line of soft kisses along his shoulder, slowly working his way to Shadow neck where he paused. Hesitantly, Sonic finally reached out to touch the side of the collar, gently lifting the leather up from where it had been resting all day. In that spot, Sonic placed his lips, and started sucking a small bruise under the fur. Shadow froze, Sonic feeling him swallow under his lips, his breath falling a touch heavier than before as Sonic worked.
Sonic finished up quickly, knowing the bruise would be gone by morning anyways, and lightly nipped at the skin before backing away and letting the collar fall back into place. Never mind the dark fur, the collar rested right over the bruise. They were both marks of ownership; one visible, one not. It did something funny to Sonic’s brain.
“You’re so pretty.” Sonic mumbled, tucking his head back against Shadow’s shoulder. Shadow chuckled, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead as a thank you.
“It’s time to go to bed.” He replied, “I have to finish up some things, but I’ll be there soon.” He untangled himself from Sonic’s grasp, the hero not ready to let go. But eventually he succeeded and Sonic slinked off to bed, lazily going through his night routine before sitting his ass down on their bed to mindlessly scroll through his phone.
He wasn’t really paying attention to the screen, too caught up with the idea that Shadow had willingly worn his collar all day. He seemed weirdly happy with it, never complaining at all. He only mentioned it once to get Sonic to loosen it a touch, but other than that, not a word. It was a good sign if anything. Whether Shadow wanted to make it sexual or not was the final question.
Sonic would be fine if Shadow didn’t want it to be sexual. There was a lot of joy that came from collars that showed trust and love in a relationship. It meant that Shadow trusted him enough to wear something that’s traditionally degrading to show off that he was taken. It was romantic!
Sonic could appreciate that decision… but goddamn did he want to yank Shadow around by that collar and kiss him stupid.
Too lost in his own self-indulgent fantasy, Sonic almost didn’t notice when the door opened and softly clicked shut. Only Shadow clearing his throat at the foot of the bed was what got Sonic to finally look up.
Although, he wasn’t expecting to see Shadow with a flush on his cheeks, holding the unclipped leash out towards him to take.
Sonic paused, glancing Shadow up and down and quietly noticing that the collar was still fastened around his neck, but now the gold tag was hanging off it. Oh, he really liked that sight.
Sonic hopped off the bed and circled around, standing in front of Shadow and taking the leash from his hand. The moment he did, Shadow’s ears tipped down and he lifted his chin up, exposing his neck. A silent request for the leash to be clipped on. Sonic’s heart was beating so fast that he was scared Shadow could hear it, but his shaky hands were from excitement, not nerves. He looped his finger into the ring, gently tugging Shadow closer so he could hook the leash on. He ran his hand down the cord until he found the end, slipping the loop over his wrist and wrapping most of the length around his knuckles.
Shadow’s eyes were bright, a hint of hesitance glistening in them, but he didn’t say a word. Only tilting his chin back down and averting his gaze.
“Hey,” Sonic cooed, gently tugging on the leash and loving how Shadow’s eyes immediately went to him. “You can back out at any time. I’m not planning on being rough, but do you want a safe word anyways?”
Shadow lightly shook his head, eyes dropping again. Shadow was usually more of a sub but watching him actually play into the role made heat curl in Sonic’s stomach. The hybrid that was usually so confident made the personality switch when it came to intimacy a little scary. Now, it was familiar, almost comforting. Shadow was very compliant to all of Sonic’s weird ideas, but he also never hesitated to call a safe word. It happened often actually- If he needed one tonight then they could use the light system as their fall back. Most of the time Shadow just needed comfort and they’d cuddle and be soft with each other until Shadow decided he was ready again. And if not, Shadow took a lot of joy in lazily eating Sonic out until he came, anyways.
A light tug of the leash made Shadow take a few steps closer, giving Sonic the right to close the distance. He cupped Shadow’s muzzle, leaning up to give him a kiss on the forehead before finding his lips. It was soft and slow, the movements easy and warm. Sonic wrapped an arm around Shadow’s waist, feeling the hybrid melt into the gentle kisses. He slowly deepened them, a touch of his tongue along the seam of Shadow’s lips, a small nip here and there. His partner opened up to him, allowing Sonic’s tongue to dip in and touch his before retreating. Sonic’s grip on Shadow’s waist got tighter, the persistent arousal that had been following him all day only making him that much more desperate. Shadow was happy to let Sonic use his mouth and lead the kiss, his lips lax and willing.
The hand with the leash moved away from Shadow’s cheek, tugging the collar and pressing Shadow flush to him. Shadow gasped into his mouth, followed by a soft whine when Sonic’s fingers found his tail to tease.
“Good boy…” Sonic murmured, pulling away to breath, feeling Shadow’s breaths intermingling with his own. He looked down, admiring the heavy-lidded eyes in front of him. The pupils blown wide, limiting the amount of gorgeous red he’d usually be able to see. “You’re my good boy, right?” Sonic teased, whispering again Shadow’s lips. Shadow nodded, opening his mouth for another kiss, but Sonic denied it. Teasing the other with a small brush of their lips before a soft smile reached his lips. “Good boys follow directions, right?”
“Y-yes.” Shadow replied, his voice cracking despite barely being at a whisper.
“You don’t have to speak, baby. Just nod along.” Sonic replied, shoulders shaking with a quiet chuckle. “But you did really good for trying- do you want a reward?”
Shadow’s eyes widened, his tail wagging under Sonic’s fingers. Sonic closed the distance, capturing Shadow’s lips with his own and wasting no time to shove his tongue inside. He grazed over sharp canines, licking against Shadow’s own tongue and forcing him into a messy open-mouthed kiss. Shadow whined sharply, his hands leaving his sides to clutch onto Sonic. They moved together lazily, Sonic eating up every moan Shadow gave him with pride. As they kissed, Sonic let some slack out from the leash before pushing Shadow back.
Shadow made a truly debauched noise at the separation, a whine starting in his throat as Sonic made himself comfy seated at the foot of the bed. He kept the leash handle on his wrist and started to slip off his gloves, staring at Shadow expectantly. “Strip, baby.” He cooed, sliding the fabric off his hands and letting it fall to the floor. Shadow flushed, his ears tipping in embarrassment as he slowly followed suit. Loosening his rings, sliding his dark gloves off- Sonic loved seeing Shadow’s hands, his fur pattern trailing down and his sharp dark nails. Sonic hastily stripped of his socks in time to watch Shadow do the same, revealing dark paws that squished into the carpet.
“Pick those up.” Sonic commanded, letting the rest of the leash drop to give Shadow more space. Surprisingly, Shadow complied without a complaint, gathering their laundry up and bringing them to the hamper before returning to his spot in front of Sonic. “Good job!” Sonic cheered, loving how the red filled Shadow’s muzzle. “I have another job for you that I think you’ll enjoy.” He teased, watching Shadow’s expression as he wrapped the cord around his hand and tugged down. “Knees.” He barked, yanking the leash and tugging Shadow down to the floor. He hit the ground a little hard, but complied, kneeling at the foot of the bed with his hands in his lap.
Sonic smiled reaching out to scrub Shadow’s ear before lounging back on the bed. Slowly, he spread his legs, revealing the damp slit between them. “Since you’re so good at cleaning, take care of this too. It’s your fault anyways.” Sonic felt his pulse jump just from Shadow looking at him, the hybrid nearly drooling at the sight of his ruffled crotch.
He was doing this purposefully, knowing just how much Shadow enjoyed eating him out. Shadow loved anything in his mouth, but even on his least cooperative days, he rarely hesitated to put his head between Sonic’s thighs. It was as satisfying to Shadow as it was Sonic, which Sonic didn’t entirely understand, but how could he deny it when Shadow looked at him like that. Eyes blown wide and flushed, stuck between glancing at the floor and Sonic’s crotch. He looked so cute like this- leashed and willing. His only goal being to please his master.
“C’mon.” He urged, tugging the leash again. This time Shadow did move, shuffling between Sonic’s legs and pressing a soft kiss to his inner thigh. Sonic let out a happy hum as the kisses moved closer to his core, his little pet determined to lavish him in attention. He had to keep himself from jumping when Shadow’s tongue made an appearance, licking a slow line up Sonic’s slit, dutifully parting the fur there to reveal flushed, puffy folds. Sonic sighed in relief at finally getting some stimulation, allowing Shadow a few more broad licks before he tried to dip his tongue between his folds and delve into his wet heat.
Sonic used his leashed hand to grasp Shadow’s top quills and pull him back, tsking impatiently at his actions. “Not there.” He barked, “You know better.”
Shadow’s ears tilted down again, allowing Sonic to guide his head higher to the bundle of nerves settled right above his slit. He felt Shadow exhale against his fur before leaning down, gently taking his little dick into his mouth. Sonic couldn’t stop the breathy moan from escaping him, pleasure spiking up his spine as his partner wrapped his lips around it and sucked. His tongue peaked out to offer some shy licks which Sonic responded favorably too, pressing Shadow’s head against his core to keep him there. If he humped his face a few times in the process too, then who could blame him? Did he mention that Shadow was good with his mouth yet? Because he was really good.
He was glad he kept his eyes open, if not only to watch the show between his legs, but to watch Shadow’s hands. Still supposedly in his lap, Sonic noticed some movement. He bucked his hips against Shadow’s face, feeling his nose smash against his stomach when Shadow sucked particularly hard. It was difficult to keep his noises down between the heavy breathing and his stuttered moans, but he pulled himself together just enough to issue another command.
“Pets don’t touch themselves.” He hissed, Shadow’s entire body freezing up. He pulled off with a wet pop.
“I-I wasn’t-“ He spoke, his voice rough and deep, thick with saliva and nerves.
Sonic shook his head. “Show me your hands.”
Shadow dutifully raised his hands for Sonic to take. He did a quick once over of them, happy to see no matted or slicked down fur. But still, Shadow was working right now. It wasn’t time for his reward yet. “Good job, I know that took a lot of discipline. But what were you doing down there if not fingering yourself?”
Shadow cringed at the vulgar words, opening his mouth to respond before whining and pressing his face into Sonic’s thigh.
“We’ll come back to that.” Sonic conceded, petting the soft fur on the very top of Shadow’s head. “Hands where I can see them.” Shadow’s hands found Sonic’s thighs and the hero tugged the leash forward again for Shadow to continue. Luckily, his pet knew his role.
That skilled tongue went back to licking and sucking, focusing on his dick, his nose pressed into his pubic mound. He was barely breathing, too occupied with pleasuring his master to waste any time with oxygen. Sonic was just about there, heat curling and building in his stomach when Shadow decided to take a detour. Just slipping and bit down, his tongue spreading wider and teasing flushed lips rather than focusing on his clit.
“Not there.” Sonic growled, tugging his head back up and shoving his mouth against his dick. “Finish me off first.” Shadow went right back to work, his tongue doing devilish things, flicking that bundle of nerves until Sonic had to slap a hand over his mouth to muffle his pants. Within a couple of minutes, Sonic was grinding against Shadow’s face, moaning as his orgasm spilled over the edge.
He loosened his hold on Shadow’s head, falling back on the bed with a groan. “G-good boy. So good, fuck, you’re so talented. I trained you really well, didn’t I?” He smiled, tilting his head up to watch Shadow’s expression subtly reflect his quiet joy at being praised. “You can have your reward now, go ahead. Clean me up.”
Shadow took that as his chance to devour him.
No restraints, only the happy hedgehog between his legs dipping his tongue into his hole as far as it could go to lick Sonic’s slick out. He sucked on puffy folds and lapped up whatever fluid he could, dipping back deep inside for more. Sonic panted as Shadow worked him through the after shocks of his orgasm, keeping his arousal steady as he ate him out. The whole time Sonic muttered broken praises, enjoying how Shadow became more enthusiastic with each word that slipped from his mouth.
“You’re such a good boy, Shadow. You like that title, right? Your ears perk right up. You like being good for me, my good baby boy.”
“You’re nothing more than a pleasure pet. You’d probably be happy just eating my cum all day. You wouldn’t even need to touch yourself, already getting off on the taste of my skin.”
That all only served to make Shadow move faster, his fingers flexing into Sonic’s thighs as he quickly worked him through a second orgasm. Only then did Sonic fully let him breathe, pushing him back gently and scrubbing his ears affectionately.
“Was that good?” Sonic panted, watching a Shadow rested his head against his thigh and nodded. “I’m glad. Now come up here, baby.” He cooed, rewinding the leash and gently tugging Shadow up onto the bed with him.
They cuddled up near the headboard, Shadow crawling half way into his lap to tuck his face into Sonic’s neck. Sonic used this time to gently tug at the collar itself, checking for any sign of wear in the leather or irritation on Shadow’s neck. He slid two fingers under the band and gently rubbed the disturbed fur of his neck before experimentally tugging the collar back. Shadow gave no reaction, so Sonic used his other hand to scrub at Shadow’s ear before tugging a little rougher, teasingly choking the other.
“This okay?” He asked. Shadow huffed into his neck and pressed closer, his lips grazing Sonic’s fur but never moving. “We’ll try later than.” He conceded, knowing that Shadow was already having a hard enough time talking. He kissed the top of his head and held his partner close, whispering meaningless praises in his ears and they gently rocked with each other. It was soft and sweet, almost like Shadow’s muzzle didn’t have arousal drying in it that reflected the mess between Sonic’s legs. He let them rest like this for a few more minutes before pulling away, pushing Shadow to sit in front of him.
“You’ve done really good tonight, baby. How are you feeling?”
Shadow gave a small nod, looking up at Sonic through thick, short lashes. Sonic had to refrain from kissing him again, a new goal already in mind.
“I want to see what you were doing to yourself earlier.”
Shadow froze and flushed, looking embarrassed with himself Sonic already knew he wasn’t fingering himself, so his reaction only made him more curious. “C’mon baby, don’t be shy.” He cooed, “Do you want to do it again or replicate it on me? I just want to know.”
Shadow began to lift up his hands before letting them fall back into his lap, huffing at his own shyness. He scooted closer to Sonic and leaned his neck forward for his forehead to fall against Sonic’s shoulder. After a beat or two of silence, Shadow lifted his hands and hesitantly set them on Sonic’s thighs. From there, he slowly glided his paws up, ruffling Sonic’s fur as he brushed over the tops of his thighs, tracing the crease in his pelvis, then slowly splaying his hands across Sonic’s stomach. Sonic heard Shadow’s breath hitch, continuing to lavish Sonic in gentle attention as he rubbed his belly, caressed his sides, and then worked up to the absent mounds on Sonic’s chest.
Ever since surgery, Sonic didn’t have much sensation left in his chest or his nipples. It was a small sacrifice to make to be comfortable in his own body, but he knew for a fact that Shadow was sensitive there. He had these cute little mounds that his chest fur covered, hiding dark nipples from sight. It truly was a crime, but it also meant that those mounds were for Sonic’s eyes only. He was starting to get an idea of what Shadow wanted if his wandering hands were any indication. It made Sonic heat up even more to think that while he was eating him out, Shadow’s hands were wandering shamelessly over his own body. Squeezing and caressing his sensitive spots as a way to get off. It was deliciously innocent, and it made Sonic’s mouth water.
“Is this what you want, baby?”
Shadow nodded.
“Okay, get up, flip around-“ Sonic maneuvered Shadow so that he was sat between his spread legs. Dark back pressed to peach chest, heads offset to avoid any quill incidents. The second they were set up, Shadow turned his head and pressed a kiss to Sonic’s cheek, earning him a chuckle. “You’re cute.” Sonic smiled, rubbing his hands up and down Shadow’s dark thighs.
Shadow melted into the touch, shivering as hands rose higher, mimicking the movements Shadow had done on Sonic’s body. His legs clamped shut when Sonic got too close to his crotch, a silent command to move on. Sonic did just that and instead splayed his hands against Shadow’s flat stomach. The hybrid’s breath hitched, coming out slower and labored when Sonic placed light pressure. His thumb rubbed figure eights through his fur, feeling Shadow breath under his hands.
“I keep forgetting how much you like having your stomach touched.” Sonic admitted, loving how Shadow tensed up at being found out. “I’ve always wondered why this was your favorite spot though, you’re always so skinny, so fit- I can feel your abs, they’re like a washboard.” He giggled. Shadow huffed out a quiet growl, not happy about Sonic’s choice in commentary.
“Or maybe you like my hands here because you wish you were softer.”
Shadow’s leg twitched and his breathing stopped. Bingo.
Sonic gently rubbed Shadow’s stomach, humming thoughtfully. “Is that it? Is it weight you want, or do you want babies?” The purr Shadow let out was loud, his heart thumping through his chest. “Mhm, you want to be bred, don’t you? Someone to come inside and knock you up, fill your belly out with pups. You’d be beautiful, I know you would.” Sonic sighed, feeling mournful that he couldn’t be the one to impregnate Shadow. It was really just nothing more than a fantasy.
Sonic found the idea of being pregnant terrifying. That being one of the few things that would truly fuck up his life. But Shadow… well, Shadow always lingered next to the baby isles a bit too long. Unconsciously tracked ovulation cycles and get a little too excited when Sonic pulled out the toy with a cum tube attached. It made sense that he’d want to be fucked and filled, heavy and gravid with pups. Plus, Sonic couldn’t complain. Shadow would look so sexy pregnant.
He told him as much, watching Shadow’s thighs rub together to sooth the unquestionable ache between them. “Maybe that’s your true purpose, a breeding pet.” Sonic pondered out loud, simply to watch Shadow’s reactions. “You’d be really good at it. It’s hard to keep myself out of you somedays, your pussy so tight and hot- surprised you haven’t gotten pregnant yet. Maybe we should try harder. After all, it is the master’s duty to make sure their pet is satisfied.” He purred, watching Shadow get lost in the unrealistic fantasy.
Sonic brushed his hands over Shadow’s hips, squeezing and rubbing. “You’ve got the perfect body for it too. Wide hips, thin waist…” His hands trailed up, sliding under soft white fur to cup the mounds underneath. “Beautiful breasts… our babies would grow up healthy.”
Shadow whimpered out a string of unintelligible noises, shifting against Sonic, his quills lightly pressing into his skin. His legs were nearly crossed now, humping at the air while Sonic continued to play with his chest, pulling at dark nipples and whispering more mindless praise. He felt bad that he couldn’t get Shadow pregnant. They’d need a donor at the very least, but Sonic didn’t really trust any strangers to sleep with his partner. Nor did he want to get medical intervention because that would just stress Shadow out. It would have to be under the table and ultimately would be very tricky. But mainly he was sad that Shadow looked so desperate, and Sonic unfortunately didn’t have the dick to satisfy him with.
“Do you want a toy?” Sonic whispered in his head, Shadow replying with a rather aggressive shake of his head. He grabbed Sonic’s hand, removing it from his chest and placing it at the crease in his thighs. His voice shook, “J-just-“
“I got it, don’t worry.” Sonic chuckled, fitting his hand between Shadow’s legs and rubbing his wet slit. Shadow huffed impatiently, prompting Sonic to slip a finger into his wet heat, groaning at how it clamped around him. “Like, I said, tight.” Sonic smiled, quirking his finger to press against his walls. Shadow switched between labored breaths, huffs and soft moans as Sonic fingered him. One finger turning to two, then three, thrusting and only occasionally stopping to press directly against his g-spot. His thumb pad nestled against Shadow’s clit, rubbing the nub and eliciting more embarrassed noises from the hybrid.
Sonic could listen to him all day, his little pet just falling apart in his lap so beautifully. Before too long, Shadow’s legs began to tremor, a telltale sign that his orgasm was approaching fast. Sonic tilted his head and kissed him right deeply, putting as much emotion as he could into the kiss despite Shadow’s struggle to reciprocate. He came with a choked off whimper, bucking his hips against Sonic’s hand as he worked him through it.
“You’re gorgeous.” Sonic whispered against his lips, purring happily at his partner. Shadow followed suit, a stuttered purr starting up as he relaxed boneless against him. Sonic pulled his fingers out, a sticky wet trail of slick following them. He held his soaked fingers out to Shadow, the hybrid giving them a few licks before shoving Sonic’s hand away to tun around and hug him tightly.
“I love you, you did so well, Shadow.” Sonic murmured, careful of his wet fingers as he returned the hug. “I hope that, uh, last bit was okay. I really can’t tell if I take things too far or not.” He laughed nervously. Shadow shook his head against his shoulder, clearing his throat lightly.
He pulled away a bit, just enough to tilt his chin up and have Sonic remove the leash from the collar. “It was good, thank you.” He whispered, finally finding his voice, albite, quiet. “I enjoyed it.”
“Heh, good. I did too!” Sonic winked. “Did ya want the collar off too?”
“No.” Shadow replied casually, grasping Sonic’s hand and pulling him off the bed and towards the bathroom. “It can stay.”
The pair got cleaned up, Shadow slowly returning back to his normal self. Or, as much as he could as both were still stumbling around in post coital bliss. They returned to bed, curling up under the covers where silence lapsed for a few minutes. But of course, that never lasted long.
“So, uh, is this going to be a constant thing?” Sonic asked, unable to stop himself considering that Shadow was still wearing his collar and had made zero moves to take it off. “Like, publicly? That’s pretty out of character for you.”
Shadow let out a quiet huff. “We’re already in a relationship, faker. Everyone knows we have sex, especially since you can’t keep your mouth shut to save your life.” Sonic pouted at that and rolled to tuck his face against Shadow’s chest fluff.
“Yeah yeah…” He muttered.
Shadow continued, “But this, this stays between us.”
Sonic peered up curiously, shocked by the sternness of Shadow’s expression. “I want to keep this private. I do enjoy having your mark on me, and I like watching you dance around and pretend to own me, as laughable as it is.” He chuckled, “But for us, for me, this stays quiet. I like this because I trust you, Sonic. I trust you to take care of me and respect my decisions, and that extends to after I take this collar off. I don’t need the world to know about it, but sometimes I like the reminder.” Shadow paused, and swallowed, his voice growing softer. “I liked the weight around my neck today. It wasn’t foreboding or choking, it reminded me that you were there. You were there and you cared. You probably don’t understand it, but it means a lot more to me than what you originally intended for it too. I- I’ve gone through a lot in my life that had these types of… markers, that were placed with cruel intentions.” Shadow reached out and grasped Sonic’s hand, the hero giving a firms squeeze back, listening with tall ears. “But I know that isn’t what this is. And it’s comforting.”
Sonic pushed Shadow onto his back, leaning over the hybrid with wide eyes. Ruby eyes below him were watery, the quiet emotion on Shadow’s face making Sonic crumble. He leaned down and pressed the sweetest, most emotional kiss he could on Shadow’s lips. Trying to portray every inch of love he had for the other in a simple motion. He squeezed Shadow’s hand and pulled back softly, brushing a fallen tear from Shadow’s muzzle.
“I love you.” He choked out, unable to find any other words to reply to such a heartfelt and deeply personal sentiment. Sure, he’d bought the collar to make getting off a little more fun. But hearing Shadow’s connection to it was enough to make a knot of emotions sit in his chest. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
The next morning, Shadow was assigned to go out on a gun mission. Which unfortunately meant that Sonic was mournfully unclasping the collar from around Shadow’s neck. He did it slowly, savoring the time he had to see the leather around his partner’s neck. Ignoring that Shadow would probably put it back on when he got back- Sonic had just gotten a little attached to the blue strip that circled his throat.
Once the leather fell, Shadow took it back and held it in his hands while Sonic rubbed the messy fur that the collar had been settled above. “Do you feel naked now?” Sonic asked, gently scratching Shadow’s neck and not missing how he leaned into his touch.
“Mm, a little. That’s just because I was wearing it all night. I’ll get used to it being gone.” Shadow replied, encouraging Sonic to scratch under his chin. Sonic laughed at his actions, but followed through, enjoying the purr he got in response to his scratching.
“I’ll miss it.” Sonic pouted.
“I won’t even be here. You’ll survive.” Shadow rolled his eyes, shaking his head to get Sonic to stop his petting and standing up. “I’ll be back tonight or tomorrow, should be a fast one.” He continued to dive into the non-confidential details of the mission, Sonic only half listening as a spontaneous idea popped into his head.
“Shads, babe, come back-“ He blurted, motioning for Shadow to sit back on the bed. He complied (like a good pet) and Sonic didn’t even bother explaining before latching his lips onto Shadow’s neck.
Shadow’s throat bobbed, his breath getting caught as Sonic sucked a deep bruise against the side of his neck. Once he deemed it dark enough, he moved a bit to the side and repeated the action. From there, he continued to mark Shadow’s neck, crawling into his lap for better access and tugging Shadow’s quills to keep him exposed. He could feel the hybrid’s skin heating as he sucked and bit, a small groan falling from his lips.
A few minutes later, Sonic pulled back and brushed up the fur on Shadow’s neck, smirking at his handiwork. “Go look.” He pressed a small kiss to Shadow’s lips before getting off his lap and following the other into the bathroom.
Shadow’s face went bright red as he stared at his mussed fur. A row of dark, irritated bruises laced around the front of his throat. Red and purple dancing under darker fur, just barely visible when he smoothed his fur out. You’d only notice them if you were looking- that or touching.
Sonic sneaked behind him and wrapped his arms around his partner’s waist. “There. A day collar.” He smirked, trailing his hand up to lightly press at Shadow’s tender skin. “I know they won’t last too long, but let’s just call it a reminder of what’s waiting for you back here.”
Shadow spun around and pulled Sonic into a hug, tucking his face into his neck and sighing heavily. Sonic just laughed, know that the hybrid’s emotions were probably a lot right now. He was hardly surprised when Shadow pressed his lips against Sonic’s neck and left a mark of his own, sucking hard and nearly making Sonic’s knees buckle. He pulled back with a wet pop, licking the fur before pressing a kiss just below it.
“Thank you.” Shadow whispered, placing one last quick kiss to Sonic’s lips before leaving the bathroom to gather the rest of his things.
Just before Shadow left for the day, Sonic got to watch the hybrid brush his fingers along his neck, a small smile blooming on his face.
A reminder.
A reminder that he was loved.
Sonic couldn’t wait until he came back home.