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Sonic didn’t know where Shadow came from, or what his beef with Eggman was, but seeing Shadow catch the punch from Mega made something funny happen inside him. Something hot and hungry twisted in Sonic’s gut at the bulging muscles in Shadow’s arm. The fire in Shadow’s eyes lit an inferno within Sonic. The raw power as Shadow sent Mega flying caused Sonic’s heart to soar.
Then Shadow was gone, and Sonic and his teammates were left standing on the beach with no enemies to fight.
“Well, that was convenient,” Tails remarked.
“Uh, yeh…” Sonic muttered.
“Meh Burger?” Amy asked.
They all agreed and headed over to the shitty restaurant. But Sonic still couldn’t stop thinking about Shadow. All through lunch, he kept replaying the short fight in his mind. During their volleyball game that afternoon, he was too busy reminiscing over his few encounters with the other hedgehog to pay attention to the ball.
And that night, his dreams were haunted by crimson eyes.
He woke up sometime in the middle of the night, hammock swaying slightly. It was pitch black out, the moon having disappeared behind the clouds, and there was a gentle breeze. But inside his bungalow felt hot and oppressive.
And he was rock hard.
He reached down and wrapped his fist around the base of his cock. He gave it one long stroke and let his mind flit through the usual litany of scenarios before finally giving in and settling on the last time he and Shadow fought.
But this time, the fight didn’t end with an interruption by Eggman. In this fantasy, Eggman never showed up.
Sonic’s strokes sped up as the Shadow in his mind pinned him to the ground, Sonic’s wrists held tightly in those strong hands. Sonic struggled half-heartedly, but Shadow refused to let him go. Fantasy Shadow suddenly lunged down, slamming their mouths together and forcing his tongue into Sonic’s mouth.
Sonic inhaled sharply in real time.
In his mind, Shadow released one of his wrists and ran a hand down Sonic’s chest, not stopping until he was palming the space between Sonic’s legs. He pressed firmly.
Both the Fantasy Sonic and the Real Sonic groaned. Real Sonic’s grip on his dick tightened as he stroked faster.
Fantasy Shadow rubbed his hand against Sonic until Sonic’s length pushed out from its hiding spot and into Shadow’s firm grip.
Sonic felt himself growing close, and he let his fantasy jump ahead a bit.
Fantasy Sonic was suddenly on his hands and knees, Shadow behind him. It wasn’t a position he had pictured himself in before, but thinking about it now thrilled and excited him, pushing him even closer to that tipping point. He tried to imagine what it would be like to have Shadow press his cock against Sonic’s entrance, but it was a struggle to know what that would feel like.
So, Real Sonic slid his free hand down between his legs, past his dick, and pressed a finger to that tight ring of muscle. As it slipped inside, Fantasy Shadow pushed the head of his cock into Fantasy Sonic’s ass.
Sonic’s orgasm took him by surprise. Without warning, he was suddenly shooting cum across his stomach and chest. When it was over, he just lay there breathing heavily for a bit until his racing heart slowed to a more normal pace.
He looked down at the mess on his chest, then looked at his front door.
Maybe it was time to get an actual door.
-
Sonic leaned against his porch railing, chatting with Tails.
“Do you have any idea why Shadow helped us yesterday?”
Tails shrugged as he worked. “No. But I’m assuming it had less to do with helping us and more to do with him beating Eggman. Can you hold this for me?”
Sonic pushed off the railing and held his new door upright while Tails assembled the hinges.
“Maybe I’ll ask him. Do you know where he lives?”
Tails finished what he was doing and gave Sonic a weird look. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I doubt he’ll take kindly to you showing up on his doorstep unannounced. This is Shadow we’re talking about. And why is this bothering you so much?”
“I don’t know,” Sonic shrugged, not meeting Tails’ questioning gaze as he tapped his fingers against the door frame. “Was just a thought.”
Tails sighed. “Well, he lives in a cave near the base of the mountain across from Buddy Buddy Temple.”
Sonic’s ears perked up straight. “Really?”
“Yeh. And I’m done installing your door,” Tails announced, putting his tools away in their bag.
“Thanks, buddy!”
“What’s going on?” Amy asked, appearing at the bottom of the porch steps.
“Tails just put in a door for me!”
“I see that. Any particular reason why?”
Sonic grinned and tugged awkwardly on his quills. “Not really. I just thought it was about time.”
“Does this mean you’re finally going to get real furniture, too?”
Sonic blinked stupidly. “Why would I do that?”
She sighed. “Because you’re an adult. Sleeping in a hammock is unseemly.”
Sonic crossed his arms and looked down at his feet. Maybe it was time to get a real bed. Afterall, if his plan worked out, he was probably going to need it.
Not that he had any real plan, but the vague idea of one was beginning to form in his mind.
“You might be right,” he said.
“Of course, I am.”
“I’m going to run into town.”
“Really?”
“Why don’t we all go?” Tails suggested. “We can grab lunch at Meh Burger.”
“Great idea! I’ll go get the others,” Amy announced, rushing off towards Sticks’ place.
“Think you’ll get a couch, too?” Tails asked as he and Sonic descended the steps. “It’s kind of annoying having to sit on the floor when we watch tv at your place.”
“Yeh, maybe,” Sonic said, letting his mind wander. Tails had a point. Also, there was a lot that a couple of hedgehogs could get up to on a couch.
-
It didn’t take long for Sonic to locate Shadow’s cave. He kicked his toes against the stone at the base of the opening.
“Hello?” he called out as he entered. There was a firepit in the center and a busted bookshelf packed with books off to the side. A small table with a single chair was pushed against the rock wall and near the back was a small nest of tattered blankets and pillows.
“Shads?” he tried again.
“What are you doing here?”
Sonic jumped, spinning around to find Shadow standing at the mouth of the cave, silhouetted by the sun setting behind him.
“I, uh, wanted to see you,” Sonic said, smiling sheepishly.
Shadow entered the cave, wandering over to his bookshelf. “Go away,” he ordered, perusing his literary collection.
Sonic ignored him, and stepped over to the bookshelf himself, placing an elbow on the top and leaning into Shadow’s space. The shelves creaked ominously and Shadow shot him a warning look.
Sonic put on his most salacious grin and tried out the line he had been practicing in his head for the past couple days. “So,” he started, one hand on his hip. “I just bought a new bed. I was hoping you might want to help me break it in.”
Shadow froze and just stared at him a moment, and Sonic was momentarily worried that he broke the other hedgehog.
“… are you propositioning me?” Shadow finally asked.
“Yes,” Sonic answered without preamble.
Much to Sonic’s excitement, Shadow actually seemed to give the prospect some thought. So, Sonic doubled down.
“Just think about how intense our fights are. I’ll bet that translates great in the bedroom. Aren’t you at all curious?
The muscles in Shadow’s jaw flexed, but then he shook his head.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, picking up a book.
Sonic knew he was losing him, so he played his trump card. “You can top.”
“That’s a given,” Shadow said without missing a beat. He placed his book back on the shelf.
Sonic leaned in even closer, lowering his voice. “You’re not interested? In me submitting to you? Willingly?”
He could almost see it the moment Shadow caved. Shadow finally turned his attention away from the books and focused fully on Sonic.
“And you want to do this at your house?”
Sonic shrugged, leaning back slightly. “It’s kind of the whole reason I bought a bed. But we can do it here if you want. I’m not picky. But I think my place would be more comfortable.”
Without another word, Shadow reached out and wrapped an arm around Sonic’s waist, pulling Sonic into him. Sonic was caught slightly off guard and stumbled, catching himself by bracing his hands against Shadow’s chest. There was a flash of red, and suddenly they were standing in Sonic’s modest home.
Sonic looked around, taking in the familiar room. “That’s convenient,” he muttered. Then he looked up at Shadow. Shadow was watching him carefully, and Sonic was taken aback by the intensity in that fiery gaze.
“How bad do you want this?” Shadow asked.
Sonic felt himself blushing, which was a novel feeling for him, and for the first time in his life, he couldn’t find his words. He floundered for a moment.
Shadow smirked, then leaned in and pressed a firm kiss against Sonic’s lips, saving Sonic from the awkward moment. After only a brief second, Shadow slipped his tongue out and Sonic opened his mouth without hesitation.
As the kiss deepened, Shadow slipped his hands from Sonic’s waist to his ass and squeezed. Sonic whimpered, curling his fingers in the white tuft of fur on Shadow’s chest.
The sound seemed to do something to Shadow, and he growled, breaking the kiss. He nipped at Sonic’s shoulder, pushing the hero towards the bed.
Sonic allowed himself to be forced backwards until his knees hit the foot of the bed, then he tumbled backwards onto the mattress. He kicked off his shoes, then shifted up until he was against the pillows and pulled off his gloves and bandana, placing them on the nightstand.
Shadow slipped out of his own shoes and gloves, leaving everything in a pile on the floor, then crawled after Sonic until he was kneeling between Sonic’s legs, arms braced on either side of Sonic’s head.
Something about having Shadow hovering over him brought back memories of past battles, and Sonic had to force back the instinct to fight. He distracted himself by running his hands up and down Shadow’s torso. The firm muscles rippled under his fingers. Sonic arched up, placing a biting kiss under Shadow’s jaw.
Shadow grunted, then placed a hand on Sonic’s chest and firmly pressed him back into the bed. Sonic fell back and grinned up at Shadow, who didn’t remove his hand and took the opportunity to grope Sonic’s pectorals. Shadow leaned down and bit Sonic’s chest… hard.
Sonic gasped.
“Always wanted to do that,” Shadow murmured, then looked shocked at his own words.
“You’ve thought about this before?” Sonic asked, somewhat surprised.
Shadow hummed, then preoccupied Sonic with another kiss before Sonic could figure out if that meant yes or no.
As they made out, Shadow lowered his body and used his full weight to press Sonic into the mattress. Sonic realized for the first time that they were both already hard, their dicks slotting against each other. He groaned and wrapped his arms around Shadow’s waist, sliding his hands up and gently massaging the spot where Shadow’s quills extended from his back.
Shadow propped himself up on his elbows, breaking the kiss. “Do you have lube?”
Sonic took a second to process the question, then nodded. Furniture wasn’t the only thing he bought in preparation for this moment. He nudged Shadow out of the way so he could roll over and grab the bottle from the drawer in the nightstand. Before he could roll back, Shadow followed him and laid himself out across Sonic’s back, pinning Sonic in place. Sonic felt a hard length press against the crease of his ass, and Shadow kissed Sonic’s shoulder as he grabbed the bottle.
Shadow sat back, freeing Sonic, but Sonic chose to stay where he was, regardless.
However, when Shadow went to open the lube, he paused. “Have you done this before?” he asked, looking curiously at the brand new bottle.
Sonic glanced at Shadow over his shoulder. “Nope.”
“And you’re sure you want to?” Shadow asked, holding his gaze.
The question actually reassured the small bit of nerves that Sonic hadn’t even realized were humming just under his skin. “Wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure.”
“Sometimes I wonder how much you actually think things through,” Shadow muttered, but proceeded to open the bottle.
Sonic laughed, but it was cut off with a squeak as Shadow pressed a well lubed finger against Sonic’s entrance. Sonic forced himself to relax, and the finger slipped inside.
Having Shadow’s long finger inside him, coated in lube, was a bit different than when he had used his own finger to get off the other night.
It was more… invasive. And Sonic realized a little belatedly just how vulnerable and exposed he was like this. But, for some unexplained reason, he did trust Shadow, and the unexpected vulnerability just caused his heart to race in a pleasant way.
After working the single finger in and out enough to fully coat Sonic’s entrance, Shadow pushed in a second finger. Sonic felt a bit of a stretch now, but it was still painless, which gave him hope that Shadow’s cock wouldn’t hurt too much.
Shadow scissored his fingers, taking his time in prepping Sonic. Sonic squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in the pillows, enjoying the feeling of Shadow carefully prying him open. When Shadow added a third finger, there was a hint of pain, but nothing Sonic hadn’t expected or couldn’t handle.
Then Shadow curled his fingers and hit something inside Sonic that made his vision go white and electricity fire across every nerve of his body. He shuddered.
“Gotcha,” Shadow said, and Sonic could almost hear the smirk in his voice. Shadow then continued to massage Sonic’s prostate until Sonic was a whimpering puddle of hedgehog goo.
Sonic was out of breath and absently rubbing his hips against the bed. He knew his dick was leaking all over the blanket, and he had the brief and fleeting thought that he’d have to wash it later.
But that was a problem for Future Sonic to deal with.
Shadow eventually removed his fingers, and Sonic used the brief respite to try and calm his breathing. But he didn’t have more than a few seconds before he felt the blunt head of Shadow’s cock push against his hole.
“Ready?” Shadow asked, his voice raw and almost broken sounding in Sonic’s ears.
Sonic nodded into the pillows, then turned his head enough to speak without being muffled. “Yes.”
This was it. The moment of truth.
Shadow pushed in slowly but steadily, and Sonic forced himself to breathe through the intrusion. He was afraid it was still going to hurt, but Shadow had done an amazing job preparing him and Sonic felt nothing but a pleasant stretch and an overwhelming fullness as Shadow continued until he was seated fully within Sonic, hips pressed against Sonic’s ass.
Then he just stayed there, unmoving, until Sonic began to lose patience and squirmed.
Which caused another whole new slew of sensations.
Sonic whined and pushed his hips back, forcing Shadow just a fraction of an inch deeper. Shadow chuckled, then slowly pulled almost all the way out before driving himself home again. Sonic grunted, and Shadow did it again. He continued to fuck Sonic, and eventually Sonic began to thrust his hips back in time with Shadow’s movements. They kept up a steady rhythm for a while, but eventually Shadow sped up and Sonic began having trouble timing his movements. So, he held himself still as Shadow plowed into him. Soft grunts forced their way out of Sonic’s throat every time their hips collided, and Sonic gripped the blanket tightly in his fists as he rode the waves of pleasure, attempting to hold himself in place as Shadow drove him further and further into the pillows.
The pressure in Sonic was quickly building, but it wasn’t quite enough.
Sonic forced one hand to release the blanket, and he reached down between himself and the mattress to firmly grip his own cock and begin stroking at an quick pace. He turned his head to watch Shadow above and behind him, biceps bulging as he held himself over Sonic, abs tensing with every thrust.
The view was better than Sonic’s wildest dreams, and it didn’t take much longer before his pleasure crested, knocking him over the edge. He tumbled uncontrollably into his orgasm. He was barely aware of Shadow’s movement stuttering.
But he most certainly felt the last hard thrust Shadow made, nearly knocking Sonic’s head against the headboard.
Shadow gave a couple more slow, shallow thrusts before pulling out. He tumbled sideways, landing next to Sonic, and they both just lay there catching their breath.
After a bit, the rest of the world began to seep back into his awareness, and Sonic became highly conscious of the mess he was laying in. He needed to wash his blanket and shower. He pushed himself up onto his knees and sat back on his heels, making a face at his cum covered stomach.
Shadow chuckled, then sat up and climbed out of bed. Sonic watched, half-dazed, as Shadow proceeded to don his gloves and shoes.
“Hope it was everything you dreamed of,” Shadow said with a smirk, then suddenly disappeared in a flash of red sparks.
And just like that, Sonic was left alone in his house. He looked down at the mess again and grinned.
It had been everything he dreamed of. And more.
What were the odds he could convince Shadow to do it again?
-
Sonic was feeling restless. He had been preoccupied the past few days, constantly running that night over and over in his head; imagining different scenarios, wondering if and when they could do it again. He thought about trying it with someone else, but no one that came to mind excited him the way Shadow did.
He wasn’t sure he had ever wanted something more in his life. He was just about at his breaking point. But Sonic was a hedgehog of action, and so it didn’t take long before he found himself back at Shadow’s cave.
Shadow as sitting at his small table reading and barely glanced up from his book when Sonic announced his entrance.
Sonic was mildly disappointed at the lack of reaction, so decided to make himself a nuisance.
He sat down on the table, crowding Shadow.
“Must you?” Shadow growled, turning the page.
“Well, you only have the one chair,” Sonic pointed out, leaning in even closer and inspecting the book. “What are you reading?”
“Nothing that would interest you.”
Sonic plucked the book out of Shadow’s hands and read the cover. “Tiffany Little: A Star’s Rise And Fall. What is this, a biography?”
Shadow looked like he was going to kill Sonic. That was more like it.
“Yes,” Shadow snapped, grabbing the book back.
“Booooring,” Sonic sing-songed, snatching the book once again and tossing it off into the shadows.
Shadow stood up, chair sliding back, and slammed his hands against the table. They were practically nose to nose, and Sonic grinned at him.
“Are you looking for a fight?” Shadow ground out.
“I don’t know. Would you rather fight or fuck?” Sonic asked, sticking out the tip of his tongue.
Shadow raised an eyebrow. “Is that why you’re here?”
“Yes.”
Shadow laughed, really laughed, and Sonic found himself captivated by the sight.
“Alright,” Shadow said, then grabbed Sonic’s legs and slid him to the edge of the table so Shadow could stand between his knees. Sonic leaned forward, and Shadow met him half-way. They shared a brief, heated kiss before Shadow pressed a hand against Sonic’s chest and pushed him to lay back against the table.
“Did you bring the lube?”
“Fuck!” Sonic swore, slapping a hand against his forehead. He knew he was forgetting something.
“Relax, I have some. Stay there.”
Sonic propped himself up on his elbows and watched Shadow walk over to a small crate next to his pile of blankets and dig out a tube. He returned to his spot between Sonic’s legs, and Sonic dropped back to his prone position.
“You have suiters here often?” Sonic asked, hoping he sounded more nonchalant than he felt. Something about the thought made his insides twist unpleasantly.
“No,” Shadow answered, pulling off his gloves and squeezing lube into his hand. The curt and honest response did more to calm Sonic than any long-winded explanation could have.
Sonic forced his body to relax, but Shadow didn’t immediately go for Sonic’s entrance. Instead, he used his un-lubed hand to gently rub the spot between Sonic’s legs until Sonic’s dick extended out into the cool air. Then Shadow wrapped the hand with lube around Sonic and gave one, firm stroke, pausing to thumb the tip.
Sonic made a choked sound and banged his fists against the wooden tabletop, back arching. He hadn’t been expecting any foreplay, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.
Shadow continued to pump Sonic, groping Sonic’s chest with his other hand, until Sonic was out of breath and squirming. He didn’t stop until Sonic reached down and grabbed Shadow’s wrist, halting his movements.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to finish way too soon.”
“Might be fun to watch,” Shadow said, squeezing gently.
Sonic shook his head. “No. I want to cum with you inside me.”
The color of Shadow’s eyes deepened, and he released his hold, sliding his fingers down to Sonic’s entrance. “I think I can accommodate that.”
Sonic lifted his legs and placed his ankles on Shadow’s shoulders. This time, Shadow skipped the single finger and went straight to two. Sonic’s breath caught and he moaned as the digits pushed inside, stretching him open. Shadow scissored his fingers, and Sonic was afraid Shadow was going to take as long as he did last time to prep him.
But Sonic wanted fast and hard today. “I’m good,” he said, rushing Shadow along.
Shadow removed his fingers. “You sure?”
“Just fuck me already!”
Shadow chuckled, then squeezed a bit more lube into his hand to coat his own dick. “Alright, but if you’re sore later, don’t blame me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sonic promised as Shadow lined himself up. Shadow gripped his hips and slowly pushed in, too slowly for Sonic’s tastes.
So, Sonic wrapped his legs around Shadow’s waist and used his heels to push Shadow forward. Shadow grunted as he bottomed out, and Sonic gritted his teeth at the sudden stretch and fullness. But it still wasn’t enough. He wanted Shadow to move.
Luckily, Shadow quickly caught on and wasted no time in setting an almost punishing pace. Sonic rolled his head back and forth, moaning as his hands scrabbled for purchase on the table. Shadow’s grip on his hips was almost painful, but Sonic was pretty sure he would have been fucked right off the table if Shadow hadn’t been holding him in place.
Sonic had already been close, and he felt like he could cum without even touching his dick. But Shadow seemed to realize the end was near and he released his hold on Sonic’s hip to pump the stiff length that was bouncing between them.
Maybe they could try that cumming-without-touching thing another time. Right now, Sonic was too busy reveling in the overwhelming sensations seemingly coming from all directions.
Sonic shouted as he came, ribbons of white shooting up his stomach. He felt Shadow’s gaze on him as he came back to himself, and he opened his eyes to watch Shadow continue to fuck him until he was done. The sight alone was almost enough to make Sonic hard again.
But Shadow didn’t take much longer, and his thrusts became erratic just before he grunted, spilling himself inside Sonic. Then he stilled.
They stayed like that for just a moment before Shadow carefully pulled out, Sonic’s legs falling from their location wrapped around Shadow’s waist.
Sonic winced. Yup, he was going to be sore. But he had no regrets.
“Stay there,” Shadow ordered for the second time that day. Sonic didn’t have any desire to move anyway and watched curiously as Shadow grabbed a small towel from the crate and wandered out of the cave. He returned almost immediately, the towel now dripping water, and tossed it to Sonic.
It landed on Sonic’s stomach, and Sonic winced at the cold. He sat up and grabbed the towel before it tumbled to the floor, using it to wipe the mess from his fur the best he could.
“You know, you don’t have to antagonize me. Next time, you can just ask,” Shadow said, picking up his book from where Sonic had tossed it earlier.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Shadow chucked the book at Sonic’s head.
-
Sonic was running through a valley strewn with rocks when he spotted Shadow sitting on top of a giant boulder. Seeing Shadow sitting there with the late afternoon sunlight shining off his quills was quite a sight to behold. Sonic came to a stop at the base and waved up at the other hedgehog.
“What are doing?” he asked curiously.
Shadow’s face was expressionless as he regarded Sonic. “Nothing.”
It was a nice day, and there was no one else around. Sonic rocked back on his heels and grinned. “So, you said all I have to do is ask, right?”
Shadow chuckled, then slid off the rock, using his air shoes to soften the landing. He grabbed Sonic’s wrist and yanked Sonic towards him, causing the hero to stumble into a hard kiss. Their teeth clacked at the initial contact, but then it turned into something deep and sensual.
Sonic was still somewhat surprised at how fast Shadow could get him all hot and bothered. He was already breathing heavy when Shadow broke the kiss.
“You’re addicted to sex,” Shadow said.
“No,” Sonic correct. “I’m addicted to you.”
Shadow froze, just staring, and Sonic was worried he may have said something wrong. He started to squirm and tugged on the wrist that was still held tightly in Shadows grasp, but Shadow didn’t let go.
“Liar,” Shadow finally said.
Sonic’s brow furrowed in confusion and mild annoyance. “Why do you think I’m lying?”
“If I wanted us to do something other than sex, you’d be fine with that?”
Sonic blinked owlishly. “Like, right now?”
“Yes.”
Shadow wanted to do something with him that wasn’t sex? Or fighting?
“Oh. Yeh, ok. We can do something else.” Sonic closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming the heat that had already started pooling at the base of his stomach. He was still highly aware of Shadow’s grip on his arm and even that small bit of contact was making it difficult to calm down. When he opened his eyes, Shadow was watching him with his head tilted to the side.
It was kind of cute.
“So, what do you want to do?” Sonic asked.
Shadow seemed caught off guard by the question, and Sonic felt a bit of pride at causing the Ultimate Lifeform to slip, even a little. Sonic smiled, sliding his arm out of Shadow’s hold only to catch Shadow’s hand in his own. He lifted Shadow’s fingers to his lips and kissed them.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d say Shadow was trying to fight back a blush. Sonic took pity on him and released Shadow’s hand. “How about a race?” he suggested. It may have been a predictable suggestion, but Sonic now had some additional energy he wanted to burn off.
Shadow snorted. “Alright.”
Without another word, Sonic took off towards the mountains to the south, knowing Shadow would catch up to him.
No more than a couple seconds later, Sonic was proven right as Shadow fell in line beside him. They ran aimlessly around Seaside Island, one or the other pulling ahead for brief moments. No words were exchanged, but every now and then they would roll into a Spin-Dash and collide, which left Sonic laughing every time.
Eventually they came to the edge of a cliff near the top of the mountains, and Sonic slowed to a stop. Shadow came to a standstill next to him and they just stood in silence for a few minutes as they watched the sun slowly descend on the horizon.
“So,” Sonic hedged, leaning in and bumping his shoulder against Shadows. “Does this mean you want to date me?”
Shadow frowned, gaze still focused on the sunset. “I’ve never dated anyone before.”
Sonic studied his red shoes as he pondered that, then looked back up at Shadow. “So, does that mean yes or no?”
Shadow rolled his eyes. “Sure.” Then he looked at Sonic and smirked.
“What?” Sonic asked hesitantly.
He wasn’t prepared when Shadow tackled him, and they both tumbled to the ground, Sonic laughing until Shadow silenced him with a deep kiss. Almost immediately, Sonic’s passion was reignited.
Shadow moved away from Sonic’s lips and placed a string of soft kisses along Sonic’s cheek until he reached the bandana. Then he growled at the offending piece of material.
Sonic giggled, reaching up and untying the bandana and letting it fall to the grass beside them. Shadow continued his kisses down Sonic’s neck and over his chest.
“I thought you didn’t want to have sex today,” Sonic said, grinding his hips up against Shadow’s so Shadow knew he wasn’t complaining.
“I changed my mind,” Shadow growled, nipping Sonic’s chest.
Sonic giggled again, then slipped his fingers in between Shadow’s quills and began gently massaging Shadow’s scalp.
Shadow paused in what he was doing and tilted his head into the touch. There was something sweet and vulnerable about the move and it made Sonic’s heart melt. So, he focused on what his fingers were doing.
Shadow’s hands flexed their grip on Sonic’s hips, but other than that he remained still with his face buried in Sonic’s stomach as Sonic massaged his head.
They remained like that as the sun slowly disappeared, the pinks and oranges of the sky giving way to inky darkness dotted with countless stars. A warm wind blew, the grass around them swaying in the breeze.
Sonic’s desire didn’t completely wane, but it did settle back to a gentle ember that he was only vaguely aware of as his mind wandered. The bugs were chirping around them, but other than that it was silent.
Or it was… until Sonic became dimly aware of a soft sound, almost too low to hear. His ears twitched as he focused on the noise, and he realized it was coming from Shadow.
Shadow was purring.
Sonic’s eyes went wide at the realization, and his hands froze in Shadow’s quills. The purring stopped, and Shadow grumbled sleepily. Sonic fought the urge to say something snarky. Shadow would probably deny making the sound anyway. Who knew Shadow could be so cute?
Shadow shifted up, tucking his nose under Sonic’s chin. “Sorry,” he murmured.
“For what?” Sonic asked, nuzzling back.
“For basically falling asleep on you.”
Sonic smiled. “You can fall asleep on me any day.”
“Mm,” Shadow hummed. He slid his hands lower and under Sonic, grabbing Sonic’s ass. “I still want to fuck you.”
“Nothing stopping you,” Sonic assured. He could feel Shadow’s grin against his collar bone. Sonic lifted his legs and wrapped them around Shadow’s waist. He wasn’t hard yet, but it wasn’t going to take much to get him there.
“We have no lube,” Shadow pointed out.
Sonic huffed. “It’ll be fine. We’ll just take our time and go slow.”
Shadow placed his hands on either side of Sonic and pushed himself up so he could look down at the hero. “Are you sure?” he asked, but he was already using his teeth to pull off each of his gloves in turn. The sight of Shadow illuminated by the moon took Sonic’s breath away.
Sonic nodded.
“If it hurts too much…” Shadow started.
“I’ll let you know,” Sonic promised.
Gloves finally off, Shadow shifted lower until his face was level with Sonic’s hips. He leaned down and licked a stripe up the crease between Sonic’s legs. Then he gently pushed his tongue into the hidden slit and worked it around, encouraging Sonic’s dick to come out and play.
Sonic gasped, and his member slowly stiffened, extending from its hiding spot and pushing out into the night. Shadow nuzzled his cheek against it before leaning back just far enough to wrap his mouth around the tip. Then he dipped his head, taking almost the entire length into his mouth.
It took every ounce of Sonic’s will power not to thrust into that wet heat. He let out a long moan as Shadow’s head continued to bob up and down. There was nothing rushed about what they were doing, and Sonic let himself relax and just enjoy the blowjob.
But eventually the slow burn did build to a crescendo, and Sonic tugged gently on Shadow’s quills to warn him.
“Shads,” he muttered.
Shadow hummed around his mouthful, and Sonic’s whole body twitched at the vibrations that ran down his cock.
“Shads, I’m close,” he warned. But Shadow didn’t stop, instead he doubled down on his efforts, and only a few moments later, Sonic was spilling down Shadow’s throat with a soft gasp.
Shadow let Sonic’s dick slide from his mouth. He swallowed, wiping a stray bit of cum from his lips.
Sonic sat up, grabbing Shadow’s cheeks and attempting to pull up into a kiss. But Shadow resisted.
“You don’t want to kiss me right now, trust me.”
Sonic rolled his eyes, then kissed him anyway. The lingering taste wasn’t good or bad. It was just different.
Sonic released him, falling back into the grass. Shadow shifted so he was kneeling between Sonic’s knees, then gently urged Sonic to lift his legs. Sonic followed the silent command, and Shadow ran a hand down the back of Sonic’s thigh until he stopped at that tight ring of muscle, applying gentle pressure until a single digit slipped inside.
He took his time prepping Sonic, and by the time Shadow deemed him ready, Sonic was a writhing mess, dick hard once again.
Shadow positioned himself, then pushed in slowly and carefully.
It burned a little, but the stretch wasn’t as bad as Sonic had feared, and Sonic bit the cuff of his glove to keep from crying out in pleasure.
Shadow paused when he bottomed out, allowing Sonic to become accustomed to the fullness, then slowly pulled almost all the way out and began a slow but steady rhythm.
Sonic’s body rocked with every thrust, and he tightened his legs around Shadow’s waist. Their lovemaking was still unhurried, and Sonic wondered idly how long they could keep it up if they really wanted to. At that moment, it felt like he could go for hours.
Sonic reached up with one hand, running his fingers through the white fur on Shadow’s chest and gently tugged on the strands. Shadow grunted, his hips stuttering for a moment before falling back into that same slow rhythm.
“You want to see how long we can do this?” Sonic asked breathlessly, tugging again.
“Maybe,” Shadow responded, just as out of breath. “But not tonight. Probably best to do that in bed.”
Sonic had to concede that Shadow had a point. His back would probably give out before anything else on that hard packed earth, so he squeezed his legs, using his heels to encourage Shadow to move faster.
And Shadow did. He slowly increased his pace until he was pounding into Sonic with abandon, and Sonic continued to play with the patch of white fur. Sonic used his other hand to jerk himself off, and this time it took him a bit longer to reach the crest of that wave, this being his second time cumming that evening.
But reach it he did, and this orgasm rolled through his body deep and unrelenting. He shuddered as he came, making a mess on his stomach.
Shadow came at almost the same time, his thrusts slowing until they stopped, then he pulled out and collapsed on top of Sonic. They lay there for a while, just basking in the afterglow.
But the temperature was dropping and eventually they would have to move.
Sonic poked Shadow in the side. Shadow twitched and grunted.
“I’d love to lay here all night,” Sonic said. “But it is getting late.”
Shadow pushed himself up, collecting his gloves as he climbed to his feet. Sonic followed suit, stretching his arms towards the sky to work out the kinks in his back.
“Do you want to spend the night at my place?”
Shadow looked uncertain. “Am I going to have to hang out with your friends?”
Sonic laughed. “I wouldn’t complain if you were around, but no, I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Shadow gave that some thought, then shrugged. “Alright, lets go to your place.”
Sonic’s ears perked up and his tail wagged. “Can we take the express route?”
Shadow snorted, then wrapped an arm around Sonic’s waist and teleported them to the beach house.
Sonic took in the sudden change of scenery, then kissed Shadow on the cheek. “Thanks. Shower?”
Shadow perked up at the suggestion. “It’s my understanding that you can control the temperature?”
Sonic blinked at him confusedly before understanding slowly dawned. “Wait, have you never taken a hot shower?”
Shadow gave him a look. “I live in a cave.”
“Oh, my gods, you are about to experience a life changing example of modern technology!” Sonic grabbed Shadow’s arm and tugged him towards the bathroom. “And tomorrow, I can show you how to use the television and the stove!” he announced, laying the excitement on a little too thick.
Shadow pinched him, and he giggled madly.