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The woods here are pretty thick- but not thick enough to disguise Shadow's trail, brief glimpses of black and red through the leaves, the marks his air-shoes leave on the ground. Even more, worse, Sonic can taste him- can smell Shadow's pheromones thick. Acidic sweet and rich.
Sonic would chase Shadow through anything, to get a real taste of it. Up close, and personal.
Fortunately, no such long chase is needed, Shadow won't leave the island, not in his current state, and he's avoiding populated areas.
They're alone.
This chase isn't real, though it's not as if Shadow will just give it to Sonic, no. Sonic has to fight for it, just as much as he ever does. Shadow hasn't ever made this easy for Sonic.
Sonic wouldn't have it any other way.
Ground vanishes under his feet- running through the leaves with speed enough to have it blurring, Sonic struggles not to get whacked in the face, with every turn and every curve of the path.
Shadow turns, sharp, making for the northern cliff edges and the clear ground along top. It's better ground for Sonic, but Shadow has enough lead he could reach the mountain range ahead of them both, and Sonic can't let him reach them.
If Shadow reaches the mountain, he'll disappear into the caves below.
Hypocritical hog, seeking Sonic out just to try his hardest to ditch him. Jerk.
Sonic speeds up.
He's got a scent, a taste, now.
He's not giving it up.
There's a shortcut, here- cutting over a shallow stream to make around the pond further in, so if he just-
Sonic's paw just scrapes past Shadow when he darts back into Shadow's path, Shadow startling and thrown off course, deeper into the forest rather than out onto the clifftop. It's only a matter of time, now.
His hedgehog is thrown, overwhelmed by his own hormones and by Sonic's sudden appearance, and it's slowed him, half tripping over himself to turn away, heat smearing past Sonic's ankles when his shoes flare.
Sonic bounces off a rubbery tree, and narrowly misses Shadow once more, it's bitingly frustrating- but the antsy energy only encourages him, chasing Shadow's tail around another tree, further further.
And Sonic is chasing that tail- it's all he wants, at this rate. Winning is first only because Shadow won't let him hit if he doesn't lose to Sonic first.
Shadow really is kinda stupid.
Shadow wins if Sonic wins. It's a win-win. It'd make more sense to slow down, bend over, and wait.
But no, Shadow's gotta make him work for it.
Did Sonic mention that he's a jerk?
It didn't matter that much anyway, Sonic would catch him, and then he would have him.
It's the third dive that sees Sonic finally a handful of Shadow- they hit the ground fast, dirt flying around Sonic's head, and Shadow swears, dirty and pissed, legs already scrambling to lift him up, and Sonic grabs a fistful of quills hurriedly, jams his elbow down- Shadow hisses at the impact, stumbling.
Sonic laughs, "Dude, chill, just hold still-"
Shadow whips around, and Sonic jerks back with a yelp, dodging a hard fist.
Shadow looks messed up- sweaty, smears of dirt on his cheek and grass in his fur. He's panting, chest heaving with the heat building inside himself.
Sonic knows Shadow is hungry- that Shadow wants Sonic as bad as Sonic wants Shadow.
Shadow's ego is just too big to admit it. That's why Sonic has to get his paws on him- has to win the fight, has to pin him down.
Sonic's grin widens, and Shadow snarls.
It's a fight, now, and Sonic only waits for Shadow to swing again, and Sonic grabs his wrist and yanks, hauls him down onto Sonic's chest, throwing himself back into the grass and dragging Shadow with him- Shadow burns, blisteringly hot against Sonic, fever pitch in Shadow's body is the only thing making him weak enough for Sonic to win this easily.
He can win plenty most days- but today, today it's easy. Easy to wrap his legs around Shadow's waist while Shadow rears back to hit him, and easy to throw them over again, to shove Shadow into the dirt again.
Shadow looks dazed, even past the glare and the furious twist of his mouth.
Sonic says, "Hey."
Shadow says, "Fuck off." Bucks, trying to throw Sonic off, before he slumps, and adds, furious, "Get off."
Sonic hums, "Nah." He slides a paw up Shadow's chest to his throat, strokes the side of it, teases the hot skin. Even just that touch is enough to have Shadow shivering, a low, soundless vibration under Sonic's palm in Shadow's throat.
Shadow swings again, another punch, but it's easy to redirect, to grab and swing it downwards, safely out of the way.
Shadow makes a sound like a strangled cat.
Sonic snickers.
It's easy as pie to see, now, from his vantage point, how badly the heat has effected Shadow. He's as weak to his hormones as any other Alpha or Omega, and just like every other Omega, Shadow is minutes away from turning into a horny wet mess for Sonic. Realistically, he already is.
Sonic can smell it. Rich and salted. Sonic wants a mouthful and a half of it- wants to coax Shadow into riding his face.
Shadow wouldn't. Sex is demeaning or beneath him. Or something.
It won't kill him not to have sex, but it sure won't be fun.
Sonic presses down, firm, on the weak spot of Shadow's neck- the fight in Shadow weakens further, then, more of Shadow's ugly disguised whimpers, fighting hard not to moan.
That's fine, Sonic is good at what he does, he'll have Shadow screaming if he has anything to say about it.
Shadow is shaking, eyes lidded under furious brows, teeth bared. Shadow won't bite, it'll make him hotter, needier.
More desperate.
Sonic won't bite because he doesn't need to be making any long-lasting declarations when his dick is in a hot cunt- even if it is a pretty great pussy.
Sonic slips his paw further down, pushes up off of Shadow's stomach, keeping his weight balanced on his paw, a token effort to hold Shadow down- Shadow's resistance has slowed, going weak with the heat, now that he's still, now that he can smell Sonic.
Shadow won't keep resisting for much longer, Sonic knows this. Especially not once Sonic slips his paw further down- once Sonic finds Shadow's hole to slip his eager fingers into.
Sonic does just that, stripping his gloves to free his paws, traces soft stomach to firm hipbones, perfect lines along the length of Shadow's thigh, leading to slicked down fur, Shadow's blisteringly hot core. The slick dripping from his pussy is hot and slippery, and Shadow whines, thin, when Sonic follows the sleek trail into the hottest part of Shadow's hole. He's already so wet and open, Sonic's fingers slip in with no resistance, nothing even token, tight around Sonic's knuckles.
Shadow clenches around him, hissing and rocking up- chasing Sonic's fingers, and Sonic snickers, "See? You should'a just slowed down, I'll give you what you need."
Shadow swears immediately- and like that, the fighting starts again, Shadow jerking away hard enough Sonic nearly loses his grip, and Sonic mutters unkindness beneath his voice, even as Shadow cusses him out again, "I'll kill you, don't think I won't, piece of shit."
Boo. "Y'know, Shads, you really ain't much fun. Maybe I could fix that, huh?" It's difficult to change his grasp on Shadow, with him wriggling so hard-
Still, he manages to grab his jaw and throat, hold him still and unmoving just long enough to see Shadow's eyes widen, right before Sonic ducks down, teeth bared. Shadow jerks and whines, freezing at the same time as his flinch. Sonic breathes, hard to spread his breath across the gland, deliciously scented and bare breadths away from his mouth.
Shadow pants, very still.
Sonic murmurs, close enough to brush- every touch makes Shadow whine, tiny bare things, and Sonic whispers, "I could make you mine. No more tough talk, huh? Make you a proper Omega?"
Shads would never be a 'proper' Omega. Sonic kinda thought the idea was ridiculous anyway. Omegas were Omegas. Sonic thought Shadow was sexy as is.
Shadow hisses, something bare and furious in it. Barely audible to Sonic's ears, still flinching back into the ground away from Sonic's bared teeth.
Shadow hisses, low and angry, "Fuck you."
Sonic drags his tongue across Shadow's neck, and Shadow moans, then, uncontrollable- even then as he snaps his teeth shut, hiding his pretty sounds. It's a tempting taste, addicting, like candy or cake. Rich and sweet. The urge to bite makes his jaw ache and his mouth slick with spit and saliva. He tongues across his fangs, tasting the sharp points.
Begging to be buried in his hedgehogs gland. To leave his mark- his personal signature.
Sonic draws back, mouth closed.
Shadow eyes him warily, ears pinned from his outrage and irritation.
Sonic says, easy, "Gonna let me screw you senseless now?"
Shadow sneers, jerks his head free from Sonic's grasp- but his silence is answer enough, as is the way he relaxes, begrudging in his motions. Limited tolerance.
Sonic takes the opportunity, as he shifts to lift himself off, for room, to hook Shadow's hip and throw him over. Shadow tries to get up, immediately- Sonic jams their hips together, forces him down by the neck and shoulder, til he's cheek down in the dirt.
Shadow hisses, angry, again, but besides a slight flaring of quills and tensing up, he doesn't protest further.
Good, Sonic's cock is dying to get a taste of Shadow's pussy.
He stays still, hunched over Shadow's back, returns his fingers to Shadow's hole- it clenches tightly around his paw, slick gushing out at the intrusion, and Shadow whines. Sonic knows if he lets Shadow get impatient he's gonna get more than a little bruising.
And Shadow doesn't like or need more than a little foreplay, especially desperate to shaking from heat. He withdraws, briefly slips slick from Shadow's cunt along his cock, presses eagerly closer.
And Chaos, Shadow is soaked and hot.
Sonic wastes no more time.
He buries his cock in an instant, and Shadow moans, forehead dropped down to rest in the earth, shuddering all over. Relief displayed in the angle of his ears.
Shadow is tight- Sonic groans, allows himself to appreciate the heat, just for a moment.
Shadow wants it just as much as Sonic, more, even, he's sure, what the heat, and Shadow shudders and pushes back into Sonic, low and desperate, wordless pleading.
He's so easy once Sonic finally manages to pin him. Sonic palms Shadow's hip, sticky with sweat now, watches the breathy panting beneath him and Shadow's fight against his need to fuck himself back on Sonic's cock.
Sonic won't make him wait any longer- he thrusts, hard and quick, and it's just as good as always- tight and hot, sucking him in, and Sonic groans, it's an easy pleasure to chase, and Shadow is helpfully desperate for it, muffled whines escaping where Shadow's planted his paw on his mouth to hide it, and every one of Sonic's thrusts rocks him across the earth.
It's hard not to want to make him cry with it, with every needy whimper.
Sonic lets a paw slide underneath Shadow's stomach, down to the deliciously soft pad of fat, and, there, lower Shadow's swollen clit- harder and longer than most, almost enough to wrap his paw around, he strokes the tip of it, just teasing with his paw pad, and Shadow's whimpers take on a much higher pitch.
Sonic's mouth waters.
His teeth are aching. He works his jaw to draw out some of the ache, bends across Shadow's back to nose against his neck, the incredible desperate need to bite buries in his neck, but it's worth it for Shadow's newest pleading sounds, for the way Shadow arches his neck, to give Sonic room.
It's always clear when the heat finally breaks through Shadow's thick skull, the way he starts to beg Sonic to bite.
He doesn't mean it, but it doesn't help Sonic's urge to bite at all.
He licks, suckling on the soft furred surface, slightly rounded with the natural swelling of it, swollen with heat, and Shadow swears and bangs his fist on the ground, Sonic can hear him bite, teeth burying in his own palm.
Fair, Sonic would bite himself if he could take his mouth off of Shadow's gland, suckling at the taste of it, the scent is addictive, in the roof of his mouth, burying into his brain.
Sonic is getting close, his cock aches- he can feel the swell starting, the knot drags on Sonic's next thrust, and Shadow gasps.
Shadow hisses out, demanding and hungry, "Yes, knot me, now."
It's tempting, but Sonic isn't that close, he clicks his tongue, "Easy, hot stuff, I'm gonna make you cum first." If he can.
Shadow snarls, "Asshole."
Shadow doesn't cum easy, not without the knot. He likes being stuffed full.
Sonic hurries his fingers, coaxing against Shadow's swollen clit, shortens his thrusts to drag his knot along Shadow's pussy, tight as it is- it's crushing, and Sonic moans faintly, buries his open mouth along Shadow's neck, panting hot against his throat, letting Sonic's hot breath pour across his scent gland.
He wants to bite so badly, his spit drips, slicking Shadow's fur and the dirt, foamy with it. Shadow is going to stink of him for weeks.
Sonic can't wait. He can't stand to stay slower for any longer, speeding up, feeling his knot start to catch, Shadow plenty slick for it, but tight- clinging to his cock like he can't stand for Sonic to leave it, even to thrust again.
Pity for Sonic, really. Sonic has to fight off the finish while Shadow starts to struggle, clearly pissed he isn't being knotted when he wants, so badly, to be.
Shadow swears and tries to twist around, and Sonic digs just enough of his teeth in to Shadow's neck to be a threat, to threaten the bite- Shadow craves it, badly, but he freezes, desperate pitchy panting, shaking furiously.
It hurts to hold his bite.
There's a genuine strain to his jaw, holding it open to keep from biting, that delicious gland against his tongue.
Sonic groans, and buries his knot in to the base, Shadow clit jumps under his touch, pulsing in time with Shadow's gasping moans- Sonic hisses out in relief.
He can feel his knot swell, locking him inside, and Shadow moans aloud, Sonic can feel his pussy squeezing tight around his knot, and they moan together when Sonic cums, Shadow squeezing him for all he's worth.
Sonic exhales rough, slowly, carefully and fully releases Shadow's neck.
Shadow hisses through his teeth. He's trembling a little, all over, and Sonic hums into the soft fur of the back of his neck.
Then Shadow tries to jerk away, and Sonic hisses at the yank against his knot, "Dude, chill."
"Fuck off." Shadow grunts and tries unsuccessfully, again, and this time Sonic grabs him and shoves him into the dirt.
Sonic says, "You and I both know we're stuck together for, like, twenty minutes."
Shadow scoffs, says, stupidly, "Nothing is beyond me." But, wisely, he doesn't try to yank free again.
Pointedly, Sonic says, "You said that last time, and last time, we were still stuck for twenty minutes, and you made my dick and your pussy hurt."
Shadow huffs, but he slumps, finally, dropping fully- Sonic lets his own weight go, flat along Shadow's back.
Low, Shadow says, "We agreed to no biting."
Sonic says, "Biting, who's biting?"
"You're not that stupid."
Sonic snorts, "I barely touched you, relax."
"Uh-huh." Shadow shifts, turns his head, and Sonic can see his face, for the first time since he pinned him, "Keep your damn teeth off me."
Sonic says, "Behave next time, and I will." Still, Shadow said nothing about tongues, and he gives in to the slow building need to groom, and Shadow's neck is undefended and perfectly positioned.
Sonic laps at the short fur, his saliva foamy and slick from holding Shadow's gland with his teeth, and the ache in his jaw sits in his jawline.
Shadow squirms, "Sonic, what the hell."
Sonic seals his mouth against the edge of Shadow's gland and suckles, and Shadow's complaint cuts into an overstimulated whine- though, Shadow reaches his arm around and digs painfully sharp claws into Sonic's arms.
Sonic snarls, teeth bared against the flat of Shadow's neck.
This should make Shadow flinch and tuck down. Shadow doesn't do shoulds, and usually Sonic likes it, except for right now, when Shadow's ears pin, but he only growls back.
Sonic says, "Relax, let me do this."
"Since when do I ever let you do anything?"
"Never. Shut up now."
Shadow hisses again, but besides his pinned ears, he stays still and tolerates Sonic's return to fixing up his fur with his scent- weeks isn't enough, he needs Shadow to smell like him, taste like him, for the rest of forever.
Sonic's teeth ache. He scrapes them along Shadow's neck, careful and safe.
Shadow whines again. He clenches around Sonic and Sonic groans, low.
Then Shadow's claws deeper into Sonic's arm, and he says, low, "No teeth."
Sonic lifts his head, enough to let Shadow make contact to glare, and Sonic says, "C'mon, you like it."
Shadow's nose wrinkles. Sonic's communicator rings.
Stars' sake.
Tails. Ah. Sonic says, "Hey, be quiet a sec."
Shadow says, "I will kill you."
"Shh-shh-shh, heyyy buddy."
Tails' voice is slightly distant, crackly- but clear enough, "Hey Sonic!"
"You need somethin'?"
Shadow's glare is getting worse. Distraction time. Sonic adjusts his position on Shadow, slides his paw down beneath Shadow- his breath hitches when Sonic slides along his clit, still dripping with slick, he can feel the taut edges of Shadow's pussy, straining against Sonic's knot.
Shadow lets out a sound like a deflating balloon, right before catching himself with his palm, eyes squeezed shut.
Tails says, "Yeah, so I- I'm trying to find my toolbox, cause Amy borrowed it, but she said she gave it to Knuckles."
What is this, twenty questions? "Did you ask Knux?"
Beneath him, Shadow can't quite muffle a whine, rocking into Sonic's fingers, mashed into the dirt.
Tails doesn't notice, "Yeah, he said he gave it to you."
Oh, Sonic remembers now, "I put it back."
"Okay, right. Where?"
Sonic plants his forehead against Shadow's back, slows the touch of his fingers for the way Shadow tightens around his knot, squirms like to get more, or less.
"Uh, I dunno, bud, somewhere in your workshop."
Tails groans, "That's not helpful."
Sonic exhales, rough- the way Shadow's squirming is a worse kind of teasing than just waiting for his knot to go down. He's definitely going to have to go for round two.
Sonic says, "Sorry, bud, you're just gonna have to keep looking."
Tails sighs, "Yeah, okay, thanks Sonic."
Sonic hums, "See'ya, Tails."
Sonic shuts his comm and exhales into Shadow's fur, listens to the following muffled noise, and meanly speeds his touch, rough strokes in Shadow's swollen clit, pulsing in time on his paw pad, and Shadow writhes, desperate squeak breaking free from his clenched teeth and tension in the muscles of Shadow's thighs, pressed to Sonic's hips.
Sonic says, low, "You're a tease."
Shadow's breath and voice rasps, "Says you."
Fair.
It hasn't been nearly long enough- but Shadow tries to get pull of Sonic's knot again, and Sonic huffs in exasperation, "Fine, if you wanna be knot-fucked so bad."
Sonic plants a hand on Shadow's lower back, and pulls back hard- Shadow whines, dragged back by the connection of his knot, and Shadow whines, dropping to cling to the grass and dirt, and Sonic fucks him forward again, Shadow is tight, he isn't really sure he can get his knot out, when it's still mostly swollen, but.
He tries again to pull out, and Shadow squirms, panting aloud, muffled swear at the strain, and Sonic groans. It's almost painful the tight squeeze, but Sonic moans, it's wet and hot and good.
He jams in, again, and pulls-
the pop is obscene, wet and slick and the gush of cum around his shaft and dripping down Shadow's thighs, and Shadow lets out a pitched squeal, desperate into the dirt.
Sonic hisses out between his teeth, leans up and away to press a hand to Shadow's ass, spreading him apart to take in the view.
It's hot- his swollen knot just at the edge of Shadow's pussy, eagerly oozing cum and slick across them both. Sonic licks his lip, adjusts his grip on Shadow, and presses.
He's tight, and Sonic groans, Shadow struggles, pitchy gasps, even as he's wet and eager it's difficult to press back in, Sonic's knot still too big for this.
But he leans in, hand holding Shadow still, and watches Shadow's hole slowly stretch, reaching the widest point of the knot, the squish of cum turning a thin line around his hole, it's an addicting sight.
Sonic's knot finally slips back in- it's quieter than popping free, except for Shadow's keening wail, tight cunt flexing around Sonic's knot, and Sonic moans, inaudible under Shadow.
Sonic doesn't let him recover, pulls back again, and it's not any easier, Shadow is almost tighter from the looming orgasm, reacting to the knot fucked once more into his cunt, and Shadow swears beneath him. Sonic watches Shadow's cunt stretch, tight around his knot again, but it's almost easier, just slightly, from the first stretch, and Shadow makes a weak noise.
It pops free, once again, and they moan together, Shadow's almost in loss, and Sonic groans at the feeling. It's good, slick, his cock pumps out more cum, gushing free from the slick loosened hole. Sonic pulls out enough to rest the tip of his cock against Shads' pussy, watches his hole contract, matching the tiny whine and Shadow pushing his hips back, a smidge, asking for more.
He can only oblige- can only feed his cock in, slow, groaning as that wet heat re-envelops him, gloriously slick and smooth the perfect slide- his knot, stopping the thrust once more, and Sonic bears down, holding tight to Shadow's hip to keep him still, watches hungrily as Shadow's hole one again stretches, so so slowly- it slips in messy, a tiny pop, and Shadow jerks and moans. Sonic hums, low in his throat, lazily grinds his hips down to make Shadow shudder with it.
Shadow turns his head- he's more flushed than ever, ears darkened and half pinned, and there's a sweaty sheen to him, a faint shine to his eyes. He makes Sonic want to eat him, and Sonic swallows down his building saliva again.
Shadow says, low, "That all you got?" It's a taunt. Sonic shouldn't stoop to Shadow's level and respond.
Sonic's also not one for shoulds or should'ves.
So he grabs Shadow with both hands, tight around his waist to drag him in proper presentation, readjusts the position of his own knees, and yanks his knot free.
It's worth the painfully tight squeeze for the way Shadow's lashes flutter, dazed, the thin gasp tailing his moan, and Sonic fucks his knot back in before Shadow has even a chance to recover, forcing the stretch so Shadow cries aloud, head turning back around, Sonic moans, and forces Shadow back off his knot.
It's vastly messier than their previous fucking- and Sonic's dick feels horribly sensitive, aching with need, but he's gonna need that knot to relax first- not that that's easy, with Shadow writhing under him, clenching tight with every dirty, cum-slick pop of the knot in his pussy.
It's fine- Shadow goes gaspingly quiet, pitchy breaths and a tight tremor, quills pointed haphazardly and muscles trembling under Sonic's paws, Shadow lets out a pitchy squeak with Sonic's next thrust, filthy squelch of cum, and Sonic snickers at the visible aftereffects of Shadow's orgasm, watches Shadow's closed eyes, scrunched brows and open-mouthed panting.
Sonic settles back, knot wedged in Shadow's fucked out cunt- it'd slip free, if Sonic tugged, but he's comfy, and it'll soften up soon enough.
His heat and the orgasms have softened Shadow up, limp and relaxed under Sonic, no further taunts or swears forthcoming.
Sonic knows Shadow will stay relaxed, now, at least until Sonic gets soft enough to start it all over again.
Or, Sonic supposes, absently stroking Shadow's thighs, until he gets enough energy to try and punch Sonic again. It's possible he'll start the fighting again. Jerk.
Still- Sonic is nearly there, his knot won't stay full forever, even with the knot fucking, and it's with a smugness that Sonic can see his knot start to slip free, especially because Shadow whines unhappily at the loss.
Sonic readjusts, drapes himself heavy over Shadow's back, and thrusts, short and sharp and sloppy, and Shadow groans, raspy panting starting in time with Sonic's thrusts, tiny grunts- Sonic bottoms out, sloppy half-swollen pop of his knot in Shadow's cunt and the firmness of his cervix at the tip, and Sonic moans against Shadow's shoulder, feels Shadow squirm and clench on his, dragging tight around it, just enough thrust to grind his knot on the sensitive spot at Shad's entrance.
Sonic shudders, rasps his tongue through Shadow's fur, moaning in-between, matching Shadow's wheezing whines, the muffled scrabble of dirt under their feet and their paws.
Sonic cums again with a hiss, forces his knot through one final time- slicker, easier than the first time, and Shadow makes a punched out sound at the fresh flood of cum, buried in his hole against his womb.
Sonic moans, low. He nibbles, slightly, on the wet skin and fur where he's been grooming, and Shadow wriggles irritably, a low mutter of, "No teeth."
Sonic huffs, but he pulls back to just tongue, foamy and wet.
Shadow lies still, soft pants- Sonic can feel his pussy, still spasming from aftershock, snug around his knot.
It's pretty hot.
Shadow groans, sudden, "Fuck, we're stuck again."
"You like it," Sonic snickers. "And anyway, once ain't enough and you know it."
Shadow sniffs, shifts his weight, like he's considering trying to make a break for it. Sonic wraps his arms tight around his waist. Loose though he may be now, but Sonic's knot is at it's largest, Sonic does not want to feel that squeeze.
Sonic says, "It really, really won't be that long. Chill."
"You're not the one with a knot in your hole."
Psh, "What, you don't like it?"
Shadow turns his head, eyes narrowed.
Okay, bad choice to taunt, Shadow plants a leg and yanks away, and Sonic growls trying to hold him still. Shadow only growls back- Sonic reaches, again, under Shadow, and Shadow swears and jerks away again, reaches for Sonic's wrist, gasping when Sonic pets his clit, now swollen painfully from orgasms and hot under his paw pads. Shadow tolerates it briefly, eyes squeezed shut and gripping Sonic's wrist, before he makes a cut-off whimper and yanks Sonic's paw away.
Sonic snickers- Shadow had gotten even tighter at the touch, and his cock throbbed with it.
Shadow says, low, "You stop, I stop."
"Sure, truce."
Shadow sniffs again, but he releases Sonic, one finger at a time, and Sonic obediently sets on Shads' waist, away from sensitive areas.
Shadow slumps, disgruntled.
Sonic goes back to grooming him, lazy laps of his tongue to coax the fur flat and clean- or, at least, clean by his instincts standards, if not Shadow's.
Sonic's knot takes as long as usual to deflate the second time, less cum leaking since it'd had time to soak in, but Sonic can still feel a fresh trickle when it softens enough for him to withdraw, and Shadow hisses irritable about it. Sonic takes the time to admire his hard work- Shadow's hole is stretched and red, freely leaking cum and slick down Shadow's thighs, dripping shiny and bright off the tip of his trembling clit, still swollen and pulsing, as if just begging to be sucked on.
Sonic isn't that stupid, though- he knows Shadow doesn't want to be eaten out in heat, only fucked raw.
It is a pity, though. Always next week, Sonic supposes.
He finally pulls away the last little distance, and Shadow sighs, shuddering all down.
His heat seems to have cooled- the glassy, sweaty look isn't as heavy in his face and eyes, though he still has the dazed, post-orgasm look to him.
Sonic slumps with a groan, lets himself drop into the grass. He's sticky in unfortunate places, and he's gonna need a bath- but more importantly, a nap.
Shadow crawls to a stand, instead- Sonic watches his thighs tremble with amusement, and Shadow hisses at him. Ah well, to much to ask for Shads to be nice after sex. Sonic says, "Hit me up when you get horny again, yeah?"
Shadow kicks at him, but doesn't connect, "Fuck you."
"Sure, next time though." Sonic punctuates this by winking.
Shadow scoffs in disgust. His first few steps are wobbly- but he takes off after a moment. Sonic sighs and relaxes into the dirt.
Ew, stars, there's cum-y mud sticking to his butt.
Bath first, nap later. Sonic gets up with a grunt and a sigh.