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“Fuck off before I do something I won’t regret.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I wouldn’t say it if the idea didn’t appeal to me.”
“Guys… ” Tails winced a little when the pair turned to glare at him, before looking back at each other.
The tension between them had been growing stronger as the days passed by, and the strange intensity in the new base seemed worse with each passing altercation. He didn’t know why, but he and Shadow had never seen eye to eye. He didn’t know when it started, but as soon as he met the guy he knew they came from different worlds. The world seemed indifferent in his opinion, as he was somehow always within the other's orbit but not by choice, at least that was the case for Sonic.
Their fleeting irritation and biting words had morphed into daily encounters when they had reluctantly made the decision to merge their teams. It was only after Sonic had no choice but to fight alongside Shadow that he realized that they might work well together after all, despite their feelings toward each other. The two had begrudgingly agreed that they were stronger as a unit, and had chosen to relocate themselves into a base made for both groups. Sonic thought the new development of the merge would bring out tension between his team and Shadow’s, but…
Everything seemed fine, for the most part; he was almost disappointed by how okay everyone else seemed to be. Rouge was able to spend more time with Knuckles, and their tip-toeing around each other had settled into a comfortable relationship that Amy wouldn’t stop gossiping to Sonic about. Watching the two flutter around each other with smiles and aggressive flirting was better than Rouge’s stealing and Knuckle’s rage that Sonic usually had to settle.
Amy had managed to take a liking to Meta’s charming but quiet demeanor. Although Sonic vaguely wondered if there would come a day where he would revert back to his one true Sonic mentality and try to kill him. But, at that moment, Amy seemed to have a hold on him. And watching him slowly garner a personality that was all his own was charming, he had to admit.
Tails was able to tinker with some of Omega’s parts occasionally, and found ways to upgrade old operating systems and replace his damaged parts with ease. Even Scourge’s hunger to kill Sonic had died down once he moved into their new base. He still hated him, that much was clear. But he didn’t have the heart to be a biting menace when Cream was around. He had taken on the role of being her guardian, despite his half assed complaints to the rest of the group.
Everyone seemed satisfied enough with the change, and Sonic wanted to be too. But each and every time he passed by team dark’s leader, he was met with irritation, contempt and malice. It didn’t make for a healthy work and home environment, and Sonic was nearly bursting at the seams in annoyance whenever he had to leave his room and see Shadow existing in a shared space. He was willing to admit that he hardly ever took the mature route when they were forced to speak to one another. He was sure it was because of the different ways they lead their teams, sure, but it was more than that. He was arrogant, over confident and rude. He didn’t understand Sonic’s jokes, and didn’t hesitate in reprimanding him for having fun. He was a crabby old man that Sonic wanted nothing to do with. It had all unfortunately come to a head after a particularly rough and uncoordinated battle against one of Eggman’s new projects.
The group had washed up and tried to spend a late night together, with a few drinks and a few other friends dropping by to visit. He had been avoiding Shadow for the better part of the night, and it was working. He was already pleasantly tipsy, chatting with Knuckles while Meta nodded along to Sonic’s commentary. “Just go talk to her, you guys are basically dating, aren’t you?” Knuckles scratched at the back of his neck and nodded a little sheepishly.
“I just don’t want to interrupt their conversation.” He replied, knocking back the rest of his drink while pointedly avoiding making eye contact with Rouge from across the room. Sonic had vaguely remembered Amy mentioning how strangely close Rouge and Shadow were, but he chalked it up to team comradery. Rouge wouldn’t stoop that low. He glanced Shadow’s way, startling a little when he glanced over at them. He was talking to Rouge, smiling a little while she spoke animatedly about something that vaguely sounded like robbery.
And it wasn’t fair. Why should Knuckles feel uncomfortable interrupting them? He deserved just as much time with Rouge as anyone else did. Didn’t he? “Don’t say I’m not a good friend.” Sonic said with a sly smile, before he finished off the rest of his bottle and made his way toward the kitchen. Shadow’s eyes followed him while he dug around for another bottle of anything he could get his hands on, before he was walking over to the pair with a smile. “Ladies.” He tipped his drink in their direction, before taking a long sip.
“What was that, hedgehog?” Shadow murmured, eyebrow raising a little. Sonic could already feel the prickles of irritation teasing through his quills. He ignored him, instead turning to look at Rouge and nodding over at Knuckles.
“Your boyfriend’s tired of my company. Thought I’d talk to mine right here while you go and cheer him up.” He pressed his cold drink against Shadow’s arm, smiling a little when he scowled and pulled away. He had sensitive skin and hated the cold. And Sonic hated that he knew that. Rouge rolled her eyes and gave Shadow one last look. He nodded, allowing her to make her way over to Knuckles with a bounce in her step.
Sonic watched the pair orbit one another, Knuckles mumbling something to her while her own words left him a flustered and stumbling mess. It was cute. He glanced up at Shadow beside him, who looked at the pair with what Sonic could only describe as disgust. “Y’know, you don’t always have to look like such a tight ass. You could let loose a little.” He suggested, his frown deepening when Shadow scoffed.
He looked down at Sonic and swiped his drink from the counter. “What does that look like to you? Damaging public property and being a reckless threat to society?” Sonic bit back a groan, but couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. Break out of prison one time and get chased down by an armored truck, destroying only a few square miles of a city and suddenly you’re the bad guy.
“Just say you’re scared.” He clinked his glass against Shadow’s. He was so uptight about every little thing. The way they handled missions, the way their base was kept, down to everyone’s sleep schedule. “You just… you like to be in control of every single thing. You wanna know why?” He could feel like pulse picking up, and the feeling of annoyance was burning him up from the inside all over again. He was running down a steep road he couldn’t slow down on, but he didn’t think he wanted to. “You’re scared of everything outside of your control. So you package yourself up in this neat little bubble of perfection. Must be nice playing it safe, huh?”
“I just prefer to think before I act.” Shadow rested his arm on the counter, staring down at Sonic with so much boredom in his eyes; Sonic could feel his irritation beginning to bubble over inside him. He wanted a reaction. He wanted Shadow to blow a fuse, to stumble over his words and be an embarrassed mess.
“Think before you act? As if, you put up walls to avoid anything unpredictable!” Shadow avoided what he was scared of. He avoided friendships, he avoided Sonic, he avoided platonic and romantic relationships like the plague. He avoided everything he couldn’t control with probability. “You’re like some pure at heart, wound up little virgin!” Shadow stared at him with wide eyes, clearly taken aback by Sonic’s words. Sonic's smile died down when he realized no one was talking anymore, the only sounds being the distant melody of music in the background. He may have had more drinks than he realized… or he was naturally a walking megaphone with how loud he was. Shit.
He took a long sip of his drink, breaking eye contact with Shadow while Cream stared at everyone. “What’s a virgin?” Shadow’s eyes locked on Cream, then turned to glare at Scourge who knelt beside her.
“Oh! Uh, a virgin is… uh, well—” Scourge started, before his smile twisted into a nasty grin. “It’s a person who’s scared of holdin’ hands with people they like. You don’t hafta worry about that until you're older.” He snorted and sat up a little in his seat, glancing at Knuckles before looking at Rouge. “Knuckles and Rouge hold hands all the time. I think Meta and Amy do too but no one wants to talk about that—”
“Okay! That’s enough. Time for bed.” Amy jumped up from her spot on the couch and outstretched her hand for Cream to take.
She looked at Scourge for a moment before taking Amy’s hand with a bright smile. “I’m not a—”
“Nope. No.” Amy scolded, glaring at Scourge who cringed. “Cream, it’s a word we don’t use until we’re an adult, okay?” Cream nodded as she was led to her bedroom by Amy, who glared openly at Shadow and Sonic.
Once the pair disappeared, Rouge walked past the couch and let her hand thump against Scourge’s skull, ignoring the startled yelp he made as he grabbed his face. “What the fuck, bitch!”
“Amy is going to do so much worse.” Rouge hummed, before making her way to the fridge to grab another drink. “You boys are in trouble, too.” She said to the other hedgehogs with a smile, before she was strolling back over to Knuckles and handing him a beer. “Let’s talk outside.” Knuckles shot Sonic a look before he was following Rouge out to the balcony.
Sonic reluctantly turned to Shadow, who was flush faced and glaring openly at Sonic. He wanted to feel victorious about it, he finally got to see Shadow’s humiliation. But it felt… wrong, somehow. Shadow was quick to grab him by his wrist and drag him out of the room and toward his bedroom. He yelped as he was pushed inside the room with the door slamming shut behind them, before he was baring his teeth at Sonic and shoving by him to sit on the edge of his bed. If he had known that Shadow was such a prude when it came to discussing his sex life, he would’ve teased him about it sooner. Or maybe he was angry because of Cream, which was… painfully understandable, as much as he didn’t want to admit it.
“Why must you be so insolent in front of others? Better yet, in front of a child? How old are you?” He hissed, rubbing a hand over his face. He was self-conscious, and Sonic couldn’t help but latch onto that like a leech. A part of him wanted to feel bad, but the tipsy Sonic that was tired of Shadow belittling him was enjoying his shame. And maybe he thought it was a little cute, seeing the way Shadow was seething and tapping his foot on the ground erratically in an attempt to redirect the pent up anger and energy away from Sonic’s face.
“What? It’s not my fault that you’re such a tight ass. Learn to take a joke.” He didn’t want to admit he was wrong, so he dug his heels in. Sure, Cream learned a new word, but Amy and Scourge would take care of it. Amy would take care of it. It was as if he was actually upset about being a– oh . His eyes brightened a little when Shadow looked away from him, his face still pink and his eyes downcast. He stared down at his lap with his ears pinned to his skull like a wounded little puppy. It was all clicking into place faster than he could sprint; he really was the pure at heart virgin girl that dreams of her soulmate each night. “Oh that’s just rich.” He covered his mouth to hide his smile, trying to furrow his brow to look serious. “Of course uh, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, Shads. Being a virgin is totally normal. But, well, aren’t you like… seventy now?” Shadow scowled at him, taking his time in standing from his spot on his bed and taking a step into his space. Sonic looked up at him, taking a slight step back but Shadow matched his step, pressing a clawed finger against his chest; his claw dug into his skin enough to leave a slight mark. Sonic watched the way he dragged his claw down the center of his chest just slightly, a line of pink raising from the scratch. He marked him, he thought distantly as he tried to process what Shadow was saying to him.
“Unlike you, I don’t want to have relations with every single thing that breathes.” Despite Shadow’s harsh words, Sonic was still staring up at him with wide, curious eyes. He couldn’t help it. It was like his thoughts had fractured in two. He finally had something to hold over Shadow that he actually felt ashamed of. Something that he could flaunt and remind Shadow of whenever he tried to criticize him for the next month or so, he didn’t know how long it would take for Shadow to stop caring. But… the embarrassed and uncomfortable look on Shadow’s face was different. Different from what Sonic was used to seeing. The vulnerable look made him want to push him a little further… he wanted to see where he could go with this. He didn’t know where the conversation would take him, but he wanted Shadow to keep looking at him. He hated him, but he wanted his eyes to stay on him. He gave him a wink and threw an arm around Shadow’s shoulders, bringing him close.
He smelled good. Chaos, did he always smell like that? He had never been this close to Shadow before– he hadn’t even stepped into his room before. Why did he smell like burnt wood and warmth? He needed to get away from him; what did he have to drink that was warping his thoughts to such an extent? “It’s fine, Shads. Some girls like guiding guys around in the bedroom! I mean, I don’t personally know any girls like that. But I’m sure they exist somewhere.” He laughed aloud when Shadow shoved him away from him, growling openly at him. Sonic shivered at the sight of Shadow’s teeth. His canines were sharper than his; he always thought Shadow looked like a somewhat beastly version of him. Broader, taller, thicker, angrier– he was pulled out of his thoughts when Shadow took a step back, taking in a deep breath to try and calm himself down.
“I’ll have you know, hedgehog, I’m plenty capable of practicing those debased actions just as well as you can.” He crossed his arms, shaking his head. “It doesn’t take a genius to pleasure another person.” Sonic snorted, crossing his own arms and pressing his foot against Shadow’s, who moved his foot away. It was fun, irritating him like this.
“You couldn’t make another Mobian come even if you had all the time in the world.” It was true. Sure, Shadow had the sexual appeal to him, Sonic was man enough to admit that. His toned body and serious features on his face was enough for anyone to stop and stare. But he didn’t have the prowess to back it up. Not like Sonic. Stupid, drunk Sonic.
He took a step forward until Shadow was cornered between him and the bed. He dropped down to sit, staring up at Sonic’s flushed face and cheeky grin. Stupid, stupid Sonic. “Wanna make a little bet, then?”
……….
He had to have been beyond the point of tipsy at that point. How many drinks did he have to offer something so stupid? He was swaying as he struggled to kick off his pants from around his ankles, while Shadow watched from the corner of his eye. Shadow had to be just as inebriated, if not more so, for agreeing to it. Why did he agree to something so stupid? He was the mature one. “You sure you’re up for it? Or will you admit defeat now and clean up the party instead?” Shadow questioned. Sonic plopped himself on the bed, trying to ignore the flurry of nerves sparking in his brain. He couldn’t make up his mind– why? What was stopping him from having fun with his housemate– it wasn’t like Shadow would expect anything more afterward. He was a virgin, he wasn’t stupid.
A part of him wanted to say it was a joke. But the words died on his tongue when he saw that look in Shadow’s eye. Like he was waiting for Sonic to back out and rush with him to agree. Did he want to… too? His foot was still rapidly thumping against the floor, and his hand tapped incessantly against the bed. He was nervous. One of the few chances of doing anything intimate with another person, and maybe he didn’t want to squander it. He looked a little hungry for it, if Sonic looked at him long enough. Like he was waiting for Sonic to just do something. He didn’t think Shadow would be gentle or nice, and maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.
And what if it was good? What if Shadow managed to surprise him? Sonic would have a nice lay and would probably be in some sort of crisis for the next few months. But if it was bad… Well, he could hold that over Shadow until he voluntarily cryo-froze himself into the next century to get away from Sonic’s mocking. He couldn’t back out now. He already told himself he would do this. Even if it was to solidify the fact that Shadow was bad at this. Besides, it wasn’t as if Shadow was a bad looking guy. He’d done a lot worse before.
And that's where they were.
“Getting cold feet?” Sonic ran a hand over his face, trying to calm down the rapid pulse of his heart. Sitting on his rival's chest, naked and vulnerable and smelling faintly like his own slick that he knew Shadow could smell. He was so close to Sonic’s cunt, all Sonic had to do was shuffle forward and he could bury Shadow’s face into him, ride his face and show Shadow the right way to pleasure someone. But he was too exposed, too vulnerable above Shadow, despite having higher ground in the delusional battle he was making up in his head. Shadow had insisted that Sonic undress completely, and it made sense . He didn’t need his clothing for what they were going to do. But what didn’t make sense was Shadow’s refusal to remove his own while lying on his back with an easy smile on his face. Shadow’s shameless staring was starting to make him conscious of himself, too aware of his nudity, it was nerve wracking. “We haven’t even started yet and you’re already shaking.”
Sonic didn’t notice his thighs trembling beside Shadow. “You don’t know when to shut up, do you?” Sonic mumbled, fixating down at Shadow’s smug face as his hands trailed up Sonic’s thighs. His hands were big and broad and settled hot over his thighs; Shadow was always so warm. He runs hot, Rouge would say, and Sonic was pleased to learn that she meant it in a literal sense. He gripped his thighs hard and pulled forward a little, nearly making him lose his balance and fall over Shadow.
“That’s usually my line.” Shadow replied, pressing a chaste kiss at whatever bit of Sonic’s body he could reach. He wasn’t prepared for the gentle press of his lips against his fur, brushing gently there like he would to an actual partner. It wasn’t supposed to be gentle, it was supposed to be clumsy and uncoordinated and awkward. He wasn’t supposed to look so calm. His sharp fangs ran along his inner thighs, and Sonic couldn’t help but tremble at the feeling prickling up his skin. He didn’t have to do that, it was too intimate. Too gentle and soft and so unlike Shadow when it came to Sonic. “Why don’t you make me shut up?” Shadow suggested, his lips parting and tongue hanging wet and waiting for Sonic to take a seat. He could feel the air leaving his brain at the sight of Shadow’s open and pliant mouth, waiting for a taste of him. He felt himself throb, his pussy feeling unpleasantly wet below him and already beginning to dampen Shadow’s fur.
“And that’s usually my line.” He mumbled. He couldn’t ignore the shiver that rolled through him. Shadow hadn’t even done anything to him and he was already feeling like a mess. The way he teased and tormented Sonic wasn’t anything he was used to. He was the one that took control and made the decisions. He was the cocky and overconfident protagonist that left everyone a little flustered and giggly; why did everything get flipped on its head the moment they stepped into the bedroom? Shadow, no longer the broody and irritated hedgehog that was the epitome of rain clouds on a sunny day— suddenly pressing open mouthed kisses against Sonic’s thighs while he looked up at him in that way— what had gotten into him? “You know what? Gladly..” Sonic mumbled, but he didn’t move from his spot on Shadow’s chest. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to shut him up, if anything he was more than happy to do it. To smother him with his wet cunt while Shadow whimpered and moaned and humped the air to try and get relief on his own aching cock sounded so hot. He was just nervous. Shadow had turned into someone Sonic didn’t recognize, and he no longer knew which role to play. The overcompensating menace he usually was or whatever option two was. The nervous and uncertain little thing that was swallowed up by Shadow’s charming smile and pretty eyes. Chaos, maybe this was what Amy meant when she told him about her love for guys whose switch flipped in the bedroom.
“I’m not trying to rush you, but any day now would be nice.” Shadow rubbed gentle circles with his thumbs against Sonic, nuzzling his face against his knee. “You’re scared, aren’t you?” Was it because he was drunk? Maybe drunk Shadow was a more lenient and thoughtful Shadow. Maybe he was less of an uptight prick after having however many drinks he had that night. Or maybe he was just nice and Sonic refused to take the time to see it. Maybe he pushed his buttons and avoided having an actual conversation with him because he didn’t want to like the guy. He was teasing and biting at Sonic gently through the whole process, and Sonic wouldn’t be shocked if Shadow would kindly set him down if he told him he was scared. But… scared?
“I’m not scared!” Sonic scoffed at the thought. Him? Scared? No way. He was regularly kidnapped, tortured and nearly murdered on a daily basis— nothing scared him. So what was taking him so long? There Shadow was, offering himself on a silver platter for Sonic to take control of and rock his world. But the calm and collected Shadow wasn’t what he thought he would be met with as soon as the door was closed and locked behind them.
He expected an antsy, sweating mess of a hedgehog underneath him who didn’t know where to look, or where to touch. Sonic would guide him through the motions, teasing him over how little he knew about sex and how he was more than happy to teach him everything if Shadow asked nicely. He expected Shadow to fumble over himself and maybe even come prematurely, and Sonic would smile and pet him and condescendingly tell him it happens to everyone. I mean, not me, but I'm sure other people have…
“Let me help you out.” Shadow’s hands settled under Sonic’s ass, his hot palms startling him out of his thoughts as he lifted Sonic up and forced him closer to his face. He stumbled, his hands scrambling to grab the bed frame while Shadow’s firm grip forced his hips down over his face.
“Shadow— hold on, maybe you’re right– maybe I’m not ready!” Sonic could feel the sudden panic rising in his throat, his eyes going wide when he felt Shadow nosing along the crease of his groin. He could hear him take a deep breath, sighing heavily against his wet cunt. He tensed his thighs against Shadow’s head, his body betraying him when he felt Shadow’s tongue press briefly against his pussy. “Oh–” he squeaked. He clenched his eyes shut and let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, gasping a little when he felt Shadow groan below him. This was a bad idea, this was a terrible idea. Why did he think having sex with Shadow would provide any kind of satisfaction?
“That’s a good girl.” Oh. Well. That was satisfying. Sonic trembled at the comment and whined low in his throat, his eyes fluttering shut when he felt Shadow’s hot tongue press flat against him again. The slow and barely there movements of his tongue left his thighs trembling, his back arching unpleasantly as he waited for Shadow to do more than just rest his tongue there. He was as tight as a bow string, nearly shaking from the anticipation all while Shadow continued to rub his hands up and down his sides. But his tongue didn’t move.
The agony of waiting for Shadow to do something– anything more than just settle his warm tongue there was frustrating him. He was patiently waiting for Shadow to messily lick into him until Sonic had to guide him to the good spots with a teasing comment here and there, but Shadow was waiting for him, too. He knew he was baiting him, waiting for Sonic to deliriously begin to hump down against his tongue or beg him to tongue fuck his cunt until he was sobbing – but he wouldn’t. No, he was strong.
But then he wondered after a long moment; did Shadow not know what to do next? Maybe he really was as inexperienced as Sonic had originally thought. It wasn’t like he watched porn, and he was sure the doctors he was raised by didn’t bother to teach him about sex. Maybe he learned by word of mouth, and maybe he thought that this was it– this was all he had to do. Relief washed over Sonic as he realized that he could still come out on top. He could still play it his way and tease Shadow into the next century for being a bad lay. “Y’know, people usually move their tongues.” Sonic muttered smugly, glancing down to see Shadow’s eyes flicker from his pussy up to his face. His hands gripped Sonic’s thighs again, tighter this time.
“I take it you’re ready then?” Shadow mumbled and settled a little deeper into the bed, letting out a heavy sigh before pressing a gentle kiss to Sonic’s cunt. He gasped quietly, biting down on his lower lip as he stared straight at the wall in front of him, not daring to glance down and watch Shadow try to take him apart. He closed his eyes, parting his lips to lick a gentle stripe through his soft folds, before he was back to pressing gentle kisses there. His strong arms kept Sonic’s hips locked in place, not allowing an ounce of movement from him.
He tried to squirm anyway, his thighs flexing while his hands gripped the frame tighter. Each lick, each suck, each open mouthed kiss sent shivers of pleasure up his back that flooded down to the tight coil of heat pooling in his abdomen. “ Shadow… ” Sonic moaned, not noticing Shadow’s eyes slowly open to watch him come apart on his tongue. His eyebrows furrowed a little when he felt Shadow push a little further between the folds of his pussy, teasing at his entrance. He nodded his head, unconsciously beginning to rock in time to an arbitrary pace he set. Each stroke and teasing lick aroused an electric shock through him; he wanted more.
He let his mouth hang open, drawing out a soft moan and a shaky rock of his hips when he felt Shadow’s tongue finally breach just enough for him to feel it. The slight pressure of it dipping inside of him eased the tightness clawing its way out of him. It felt right, like he was meant to be plugged up by Shadow’s tongue and maybe his cock if Shadow played his cards right. He wiggled his hips insistently against his tongue, enjoying the slimy wetness of Shadow’s spit mixing with his own slick. He was burning up in a haze of bliss, allowing himself to stop worrying and just take; he could take from Shadow and focus on his own pleasure. Why worry about losing when it was an inevitable loss the second the door had closed?
He stilled his hips when he felt Shadow’s tongue press deeper inside him, beginning to slowly thrust his tongue further than Sonic had anticipated. “That’s… a lot.” Sonic mumbled. His tongue felt so much longer and thicker than what he was used to. Shadow had a mouth on him, but not once did he consider the idea of him being so quiet because his thick tongue made it harder for him to speak. He wanted to laugh at the thought of it being a genuine possibility, but the feeling of his walls being dragged and prodded against made it hard to think about anything at all.
It was different than anything he had felt before, it was like he was desperately trying to taste the deepest parts of him. He made another noise, a sudden gasp when he felt Shadow’s tongue pushing further. “Shadow?” He mumbled, grunting when his tongue pulled out briefly before thrusting back inside him, harder. “Shadow!” He yelped, his thighs clenching as Shadow hummed in approval, pressing more insistently against his cut as he rocked his face up to bury deeper. He held Sonic’s thighs tighter, trying to press himself closer while Sonic started to attempt to separate them. “Shadow– hold on– damn it, Shadow!” he choked, his eyes screwing shut again when he felt his walls clench around him. “Fuck!” Sonic ground out, clenching his teeth when Shadow began to slowly thrust his tongue in and out of him a little slower. “What the fuck is that thing?” He panted breathlessly, his eyes fluttering shut again to start rocking in time with Shadow’s thrusts.
He let one of his hands trail down to grip at Shadow’s quills, giving them a gentle tug whenever he felt the feverish heat of pleasure spark a little too close to the edge. He was close, he was already so close and all Shadow was doing was tongue fucking him. His eyebrows furrowed and he bit his lip, slowly beginning to hump down against Shadow’s mouth. His thrusts were becoming more frenzied and insatiable, he needed to come. He needed to come so badly. His legs were beginning to ache, his legs still trembling as he fought to sit up for a second– just a second. Shadow moaned below Sonic, his own hips grinding up into the air at nothing while one of his hands released Sonic’s thigh to press between his legs and Shadow’s mouth.
Sonic’s head fell back as the calloused pads of Shadow’s fingers pressed against his clit. The overwhelming feeling of pressure ripping him apart was like a dam breaking. He arched his back, whimpering out breathless cries that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding as he rolled forward, trying to chase the electricity burning through him. He fucked himself down against Shadow harder, ignoring the tears beginning to spill and clenching down tightly when Shadow touched him just right–
He crumbled, hitched gasps of Shadow’s name falling past his lips when the heat became too much, coiling too tight and pushing him over the edge. His thighs clenched down tight as he came, a fresh wave of slick soaking his inner thighs as he struggled to keep himself upright. He trembled over Shadow, whose hands continued to rub his thighs as he rocked himself through his orgasm. “Fuck… Fuck. ” Sonic panted, his mouth hung open and bitten red from suppressing his cries.
After a few long moments of Sonic trying to gather himself, Shadow gently took his time in removing his tongue from Sonic’s sensitive body, before he was helping him sit up just enough for Shadow to settle him back down onto his chest.
He looked down at the lazy smile on Shadow’s face, his eyes a little half lidded as he stared up at Sonic. He looked drunk on Sonic’s own slick. He licked at his wet lips, panting a little bit while Sonic just stared. His chin was soaked with spit and come, and his face was flushed a little pink. “I don’t technically need to breathe…” Shadow started, breaking the silence between them. “I’m only half Mobian. Lack of oxygen does affect my brain in a similar way… but it’s good.” He looked a little blissed out, the dopey smile on his face was something he wasn’t used to seeing on Shadow. It was… cute. “Similar to sexual asphyxia.” he mumbled.
“That’s… that’s kinda hot.” Sonic admitted after a while. He took his time in slipping off of Shadow’s chest and moved himself down enough to sit beside him. Shadow sat up on his elbows and gave Sonic a long look.
“Well?”
“Well what?” Sonic muttered, looking down at his bare legs and smoothing out the fur there.
“Was it as awful as you imagined it?”
“It was… good, okay? Are you happy?”
Shadow leaned his head back on his pillow and nodded. “So you admit to imagining it.” Sonic’s face flushed and he couldn’t help but scowl, giving Shadow a shove and moving off the bed. Why was he surprised? Shadow was never going to let him live this down, and Sonic didn’t know if he minded.
“Shut up.” He muttered, while Shadow closed his eyes and settled more comfortably into his bed. He tried to ignore the way Shadow licked at his lips. “I’m going back.” He mumbled, and Shadow made a noise of indifference. “Unless uh…” he turned to look at Shadow, who didn’t move. “Y’need help… with that?” His eyes opened, and glanced down at the erection pressing tightly against his pants, which he had yet to touch.
“Well… only if you want to.”
Did Sonic want to? He glanced back at the door, and then back Shadow. His tongue swiped along his wet lips, his fangs pressing gently on his lower lip; enough to mesmerize Sonic. He wasn’t a bad looking guy at all. “You better start being nice to me after I help you get this stick outta your ass.” He muttered as he made his way back toward the bed and into Shadow’s arms.