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Shadow was used to being called to the Professor’s quarters, and assumed this was just for the usual reasons. That was until he opened the door to find a very exasperated Professor Gerald gesturing towards a half empty bag of coffee beans.
“Shadow, I know I said you could have some of them, but this is excessive.”
Before he could begin to explain himself, the Professor continued, his voice filled with a stern disappointment.
“What are you even doing with them? The coffee machine is completely untouched, but I don’t know what else you could’ve used.”
“I just eat them directly.”
His voice suddenly felt so small in his throat, suddenly feeling deeply ashamed of something he didn’t even realize was unusual. It was just a simple preference, the water diluting the flavor too much for his liking, but now he couldn’t even begin to explain why.
The Professor let out a deep sigh, pointing at the couch and indicating for Shadow to sit down. He instantly complied, sitting perfectly still as he waited for further instruction.
He was left there as the Professor moved to start a pot of coffee, the two of them waiting in silence as the machine started up. When it finally finished the Professor grabbed the pot with a strange intensity, breaking the silence with an order.
“Gloves off, show me your hands.”
Shadow nodded, carefully pulling his gloves off and holding his paws out in front of him. Maybe this was actually going to be like it normally was when they were alone together, though the pot still held tightly in the Professor’s grip left him unsure.
“If you’re just going to waste perfectly good coffee, you might as well be dumping out the entire pot.”
And before he could even process what the Professor had said, it was too late, the coffee pot turning over and pouring scalding hot liquid onto his hands.
It was over in an instant, but the burning still remained. Unable to properly react, shock and pain left his body frozen as he continued to hold out his trembling hands. They were pretty badly burned, his paw pads stinging horribly as he struggled to hold back tears.
“Don’t worry it’ll heal soon enough. You are the Ultimate Lifeform after all.”
He knew it would heal. The exact specifics of his body’s capabilities had been very carefully documented. That didn’t change that it hurt right now.
“You can put your gloves back on.”
Shadow nodded and moved to do so, only to instantly regret it. The fabric of his gloves rubbed painfully against the burns, aggravating them horribly. He winced in pain, struggling to finish pulling them back on.
The longer he endured the burns the more he wished he could get proper medical care, but he could already hear the Professor’s response in his mind. The outline of bandages under his gloves would be visible, and he didn’t want anyone to know about this, right?
“You understand not to waste coffee now, right?”
He didn’t, not when he didn’t think he had been wasting it in the first place. Surely it was more of a waste to drown out the flavor with hot water? And even if there was something wrong with him eating them, there had to be easier methods of imparting that lesson than giving him third degree burns.
But he knew not to talk back to the Professor, keeping his mouth shut as he nodded. Just do whatever it took to be done with this, and then he could go back to his room and try to sleep through the pain. He waited patiently to be told he could leave, only for the Professor to sit down on the couch next to him.
His hands reached for Shadow’s crotch, teasing his pouch with languid strokes. Oh, so they were still doing this.
“Now son, now that that’s over with, what would you like to do?”
He wanted to go back to his room, but that wasn’t what the Professor was asking.
“Anything that doesn’t involve my hands.”
Any actual preferences he had vanished from his mind, it being too hard to think of specific requests when he was solely focused on the painful burns. But despite the vagueness of his request, the Professor still nodded.
“Just sit back and let your father take care of you.”
Maybe this would be okay after all. It’d be nice to have something to distract him, to be able to focus on anything other than the constant agonizing burning.
He let the Professor pull him into his lap, continuing to paw at his crotch until his cock emerged, aching and hard. Undoing his pants, he let his own erection press up against Shadow’s ass, ready to claim it once more. There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation, the Professor immediately shoving himself inside him. His cock stretched him open, pushing further despite how tight he was.
No matter how many times they had sex, no matter how strong Shadow was as the Ultimate Lifeform, it wasn’t enough to undo the sheer size difference between human and hedgehog. His tiny body wasn’t meant to take something so large, splitting him in half as it was forced into him.
Normally they’d do more prep, at least attempting to get his body ready for the intrusion, but he found himself grateful they’d skipped it. The pain in his ass was a welcome distraction from his hands, the agony engulfing him completely until he couldn’t tell what was what.
And then the Professor gave him another distraction, reaching for his aching cock. He stroked in time with his thrusts, letting the pleasure start to rival the pain. Every movement left Shadow’s body desperate for more, wanting to feel good and forget about the pain.
Sex might have been painful, but it meant his father loved him, and he would always willingly tolerate that pain if it meant getting to experience that love as well. And he couldn’t deny the way his cock reacted to having the Professor’s cock inside of him, the way his hands left him craving more.
So if the Professor said that this was what love was, that Shadow wanted him to do this, then he must have been right.
Unable to control himself, needy moans escaped from his throat as his cock and ass were relentlessly tormented. The Professor rewarded him by speeding up, pushing him over the edge as he came into his hand. For a brief moment he couldn’t even feel the pain in his hands at all, and everything was okay.
The Professor came soon after, cum flooding into his ass before he gingerly pulled him off of his now flaccid cock. He set him back down on the couch next to him, not caring about the mess leaking out of him.
Shadow wanted to hold the Professor, to hug his father and show him how much he loved him, but his burnt hands left his arms hovering awkwardly at his sides.
So instead he just leaned in, pressing his lips up against his in a quick kiss. It was nothing like the ones the Professor gave him, those were far more ravenous and used a lot more tongue. But the action seemed to please him anyway, his cheeks flushing from the mere idea of Shadow initiating something.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, son.”
Yes, this had to be what love was, wasn’t it? Enduring pain for the sake of proving yourself to the person you cared for, trusting their every order because you knew they had your best interests in mind, what else could it be?