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Sonic was trapped.
In kind of a fun way- the snow on Shadow's balcony was taller in places than he was, and when he hopped on a chair, he could barely see anything else- the snow across the city thick enough to blind.
Still, he stood and looked out through the gap where the snow was shorter, where the building preventing the landing of the soft flakes, and he squinted out into the bright, ear flicking as he caught the slightest swirl of smoke or steam, the dark slivers or chunks where the buildings peaked over each other and became visible.
Shadow is quiet as always, padding up behind Sonic, and his bare paws slide along Sonic's stomach, and that's nice, at least, as he settles his chin on Sonic's shoulder, eyeing the snow critically.
"Hm." Shadow says, "I wouldn't go out in that, if I were you."
Tails had already texted to check in- he was definitely snowed in, but his little 'anti-snow-roof' device had worked wonders- except for the massive walls of snow trapping him inside. He could leave through the roof, though.
Sonic says, "Yeah." He had no plans to leave, either way, but a short run was always nice.
Shadow slips away from him, then, and admittedly there is something very appealing about being stuck here, Shadow wandering naked and lying in bed, like he does so now, lying on his stomach and dragging a book with him, propped on his pillows.
His ass looks fantastic from this angle, thighs squished together and paws tucked together.
Cute.
Said ass is also completely defenseless, Shadow's tail wiggles just slightly over the curve of it, but he's not pulled a blanket over himself or anything.
Not that it's usually defended.
Sonic crawls up the bed after him, and promptly face-plants into Shadow's perfectly squishy butt.
Shadow kicks him slightly, and swears, but he doesn't try too hard and doesn't wiggle free, so Sonic only wraps his arms around his thighs and settles his cheek more comfortably, feeling the faint tense of Shadow's muscles before he relaxes, soft again under Sonic's head.
And seeing as there is a perfectly bite-able butt-cheek next to Sonic's face, Sonic bites him on the ass.
Shadow squeaks, and kicks him- harder, this time, but its worth it, because Shadow wiggles irritably under him, but that's all, allowing Sonic to nibble his meat as long as he wants.
Shadow says, sounding annoyed and rather done with him, "Is this some way to tell me you're hungry?"
No, but since he mentioned it…
Sonic bites down harder before responding, and admiring the ring of a bite mark, Sonic says, "Maybe a little."
Half the reason, in Sonic's opinion, for staying over was for sex- they skipped it, last night, for sleepy reasons- and Sonic has a buzzing undercurrent of arousal and interest under his fur he can't quite push away, nudge down.
But they can take their time- they're stuck, after all.
Though…
Shadow wiggles, and that's fun, feeling the bunch and shift of his thighs and ass under Sonic's cheek, Shadow says, "Are you going to get off? We can't eat if we just lie here."
"I would like to get off, actually, yes."
Shadow kicks him, and Sonic laughs for it, but he props himself up, noses along the curve of Shadow's spine, kisses below a pointed quill, noses into Shads' ribs.
Shadow sighs, faintly, a soft pleased sound.
Sonic slips off him, then.
Shadow abandons the book for his kitchen, and Sonic trails after, "Alrighty, Shads, what're we cookin' for breakfast?"
Shadow says into the fridge, "I am cooking omelettes, you are watching."
Pfft, as if Sonic couldn't cook. Still, he'd take it.
And it left his hands free.
He props his elbow on the counter and smiles into his palm.
He watches Shadow whisk eggs and heat butter, and he waits until he's actually cooking and doesn't need to do more than watch, and slips up behind him, slides his arms around his waist, nosing into his shoulder. Shadow inhales, but only exhales noisily and annoyed, doesn't protest Sonic feeling up his stomach and hips, palms sliding down to his thighs, and Sonic less-than-subtly presses his paw between Shadow's legs.
Shadow squirms, but doesn't say anything when Sonic presses his fingers against him- and, surprisingly, Shadow is already wet- though, he'd been teased, without cumming, Sonic hums, petting slowly and broadly against Shadow's pussy, just the barest stimulation.
It's when Sonic dips his fingers into his hole, slick and starting to drip, that Shadow makes a sound of protest, his paw curling around Sonic's wrist, and Sonic bites his shoulder, Shadow says, "I'm trying to cook, you know."
Saccharine, Sonic says, "Oh, were you? I didn't notice."
Shadow's next exhale is sharp and irritated, and Sonic grins, Shadow says, "Brat."
Sonic fights a laugh, "Wow, I don't think you've used that one before."
Shadow sniffs, "You hadn't deserved it."
Sonic has enough wiggle room to slip his fingers free and stroke over Shadow's clit, and Shadow strangles a gasp, shivering- but then he swears and lets Sonic go, omelette needing care.
Shadow's voice rasps more than usual, "Cut it out, I can't focus."
Sonic says, "I won't make you cum, I don't want you burning yourself. I'll do that while eating my breakfast."
The innuendo isn't lost on Shadow- He stomps on Sonic's foot, and Sonic dodges giggling.
Sonic keeps his touch light- little teasing strokes and subtle dips into Shadow's hole- Shads doesn't protest a thing, focusing on cooking and squirming on his feet, shifting back and forth like he's unsure where to go, tiny whines on the end of his exhales- Shadow is delightfully slick, soaking Sonic's fingers and dripping down Shadow's thighs, and Sonic messily thrusts his fingers in just a bit, to hear the messy squelch of it, Shadow gasping and biting off a swear for it.
Then Shadow is whacking at his paws, half-backing up, "It's done, get off me."
Sonic obligingly retreats- but he also obnoxiously slurps slick off his fingers, just to watch Shadow's offended expression and the flush on his face.
Shadow wobbles just slightly on his way to the table- tiny tremor in his thighs, just detectable. But he sets the plates down, silverware from somewhere, hesitates, then, over sitting down- but eventually seems to decide he can clean the chair later, because he sits, and Sonic moves to kneel at his feet, half under the table, and Shadow makes a strangled noise.
Shadow says, "What are you doing?"
"Eating my breakfast, thought I said that?" Sonic grins at Shadow's consternation- but he groans, and shifts, face flushing as he relaxes and spreads his thighs for Sonic.
Sonic takes to the invitation eagerly, wriggling the rest of the way under the table and sliding between his legs, Sonic starts by sliding his tongue across the whole of Shadow's folds, soft breathy sound from above him, and a paw curls into his quills when he presses closer, nudging his tongue against Shadow's hole and clit, he tastes amazing as always- sharp, somewhere between sour and sweet, and the way his thighs tense under Sonic's paws and he squirms under his tongue goes straight to Sonic's dick, eagerly fucking his tongue into Shads' hole to listen to him squeak, muffled moans escaping to reach Sonic's ears so perfectly.
Sonic moans into his treat, wraps his mouth around Shads' clit and sucks, lapping with his tongue furiously so Shadow squeals, wriggling furiously.
Those perfect paws tighten in Sonic's quills, holding him close, even as Shads' hips wiggle as if to get away, squirming under the onslaught, Sonic pays close attention, eager, to the way his moans get pitchier and more desperate, and he slips two fingers into his dripping hole, slick and loose enough to do so, soft on his bare paw pads, flexing cunt tensing in time as Shadow gets closer, and Sonic wraps his free arms around Shadow's thigh, holds it close to his cheek, tongue eagerly fighting with his fingers for access to his slick and his hole.
Shadow goes tense under him while Sonic sucks- and he works his tongue harder, quick dirty flicks, until Shadow is trying to shove him away, bitten off curse and a half-gasped, "Sonic-!"
Sonic retreats slowly, lapping off the slick and fluids from his cunt and thighs, Sonic's fingers.
Shadow moans faintly, in a tired sort of way- but he gentles his grasp, petting Sonic's ears and quills softly, gently, soothingly. Sonic leans into it, absently.
Quietly, Shadow says, "You know, I had planned a gift for you, but you do throw off my plans sometimes."
Sonic noses into his thighs, presses more intentionally into the petting, and Shadow obligingly pets him firmer, "Yeah, well, I'm spontaneous, some people think that's fun."
Shadow snorts.
Sonic says, "I mean, I can't imagine this is that far out of the realm of whatever you had planned."
Shadow pinches him, and Sonic whines just because.
Sonic is actually getting kind of hungry, so he wriggles loose from under the table, Shadow's paw slides gently free of his quills and ears, and Shadow sighs, almost disappointed. Sonic pinches at his cheek, which gets him whacked at, but Sonic says, "If you want me between ya thighs for longer…"
Shadow huffs, "No, I like petting you."
The expected response, but a little embarrassing. "I mean, I like it too, but…"
Shadow shoves egg into his mouth, swallowing it alarmingly fast, "We can trade, I'm sure." He says it dryly, and Sonic snorts.
Unfortunately, the omelette isn't even a little burnt, and it's delicious. Sonic eats it fast enough to get Shadow irritated, ears flicking, or maybe it's because Sonic is being messy- regardless, Sonic shoves it down fast and then he bounces to his feet again, energy pumping through him.
Being stuck, he muses, kind of sucks.
Shadow says, "If you're that wound up, the building has a gym."
Sonic swivels his ears forward, "Seriously?"
Shadow shrugs, shoving his finished eggs aside, "Yes."
Sonic considers.
No, he'd much rather fuck Shadow, so he shakes his head with a shrug, "Later, maybe."
Sonic tracks Shadow around his apartment aimlessly as he cleans and tidies from cooking and breakfast, thighs still slick with spit and his fluids, and Sonic watches him, and it's clear from the embarrassed angle of his ears that he knows Sonic's watching- know that Sonic is waiting, just until he's done, to jump his butt and ravish him.
Well, maybe not in so many words.
Still Shadow turns finally for his bedroom, and Sonic hunts his footsteps, but Shadow pointedly sidesteps the bed, so Sonic face-plants into it with a pitiful little whine.
Shadow snorts, "Get up, faker, I have something for you."
Sonic hops up, following him to-
His wardrobe, where Shadow pulls a drawer open, and Sonic is pretty sure- he drapes his arms around Shadow's waist, and peers into Shads' panty drawer.
Sonic says, "Cute."
Shadow huffs softly, "Pick one."
Oh? Sonic gets to pick? Say no more. He leans further over, peering into it critically- Shadow has all of his panties neatly organized, folded perfectly to show off the detailing and ribbons and lace of the front, where it will sit neatly over his pussy.
Sonic hums, deciding.
He flicks the blue pair, the one he bought for Shadow awhile ago, "That one."
Shadow hums quietly, pulling the pair and handing them to Sonic, who wiggles them in his paw absently, watching Shadow open another drawer, and he pulls out- oh, neat, the egg vibrator.
Sonic says, "Is that what we're doin', hm?"
Shadow flushes, making a little flustered noise, "Is that a problem?"
Nope. "Can I put it in?"
Shadow ducks his head, faintly embarrassed- but he nods, turning to hop onto the edge of the bed, spreading his thighs for Sonic, turning away, holding his hand out with the little pink egg and power-pack in his paw, for Sonic to take, and Sonic slips between his split legs, panties set to be forgotten at their side, slides his paw up his soft inner thigh. Shadow exhales roughly, and Sonic takes the vibrator easily.
He lets it slip down, between Shadow's soft folds- he's slick and open, ready for it, and Sonic teases through the slick of it. He drops it- briefly, slightly lower- and Shadow tenses, squeaking and shooting Sonic a sharp look, and Sonic slides it into his cunt while he's looking.
It's worth it- Shadow gasps, biting his lip and eyes lidding softly, squirming and clenching around Sonic's fingers and the egg, and Sonic hums softly, murmurs, "D'ya like it?"
Shadow shakes his head, and Sonic presses it deeper, nudging it into the deeper parts of him, before leaving it and slipping his fingers free of him. Shadow wriggles on the bed, biting his lip.
Sonic wipes his paw off on Shadow's thigh, and Shadow makes an offended sound, but he scoops up the panties and moves to slip them up Shadow's legs, and Shadow wiggles, and Sonic slips it up and over his cunt, and gives him a good proper smack to the pussy.
This gets him sworn at, but Sonic swoops up the remote, and grins. Shadow huffs, and rubs his thighs together.
Sonic turns it on, just to the lowest setting, and Shadow whines softly.
It makes Sonic hard- arousal thrumming through his stomach, to watch Shadow wriggle and pant, pressing one paw to his lower stomach, arching his spine beautifully for Sonic to stare at him in hunger.
Voice low, Sonic says, "I could fuck your ass while you've got that in."
Shadow squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers, body jerking. Cute.
"Or…" Sonic strokes his fingers over the part of his cunt he can reach, the soft mound over his hidden folds and hole, "I could fuck your pussy. I could jack off. There's a lot of options."
Shadow opens his mouth as if to reply, and Sonic cranks it up just a smidgen, and Shadow moans aloud.
Sonic says, "Still a no on putting it in your mouth, huh?"
Shadow huffs, he stumbles when Sonic cranks it again, but he still says, "No, not my mouth."
Notably, no argument against his ass.
Sonic catches him by the hip and rolls him over, and Shadow arches his spine, squirming and Sonic grinds into his ass, watches his tail wiggle, and Sonic thumbs at the underside, pinching his tail and watching Shadow bury his head in his arms, flat on the bed.
Sonic sighs and absently thrusts his cock against his butt, covered in soft lacy panties, watches his pre stain it darker, but he can see the dark spot Shads' slick is leaving, half-hidden between his thighs.
Sonic tugs his panties down, and Shadow squeak is muffled, but he tugs his cheek aside to rub his thumb into the furled muscle of his ass, and Shadow whines, shakes his head.
He doesn't try harder than that, so Sonic scoops up slick with his fingers, the subtle vibration reaching even through his cunt to his folds, and Sonic rubs his fingers against his ass, slips just one in, and Shadow cries out, body squirming away and then closer, and Sonic hums, Shadow's ass is soft and smooth, tight around his finger, and he groans, watching the slick drip, even more and wetter from his cunt, soaking the panties and his thighs. He slips a second finger in, probably too soon, but Shadow makes a desperate sound, and Sonic shifts to grind his cock-head against Shadow's hole, squeezing tight around the vibrator and hard to access, from his thighs.
Sonic nudges his legs apart, and Shadow gasps, "I can't-" he can see what he means, the egg slipping, and Sonic lines up again and slides inside.
It stings, a little- the vibration strong against his cock, where he pushes it deeper again, but it's worth it for the needy wail Shadow releases, pushing back into Sonic. He's close- Sonic can feel his cunt flex and flutter around his cock, desperate, worse when Sonic fucks his fingers into his ass, filling up both his holes.
Shadow tenses under him, and he scrambles, clinging to the bed and making meaningless pleading sounds, and Sonic groans, "A little longer, easy, Shadow."
Shadow makes a sound like a sob, "Please,"
Sonic presses his fingers as deep into Shadow's ass as he can reach, listens to Shadow's desperate sound, and Sonic moans softly, he's close, and Shadow is so lovely squirming on his cock and overwhelmed, overly stimulated and desperate.
Sonic cums fast with a groan, bending down over him and sliding his free paw with the remote up Shadow's back, he turns it down, as he does, and Shadow gasps, relieved, slumping at the lowest setting in relief.
Sonic wiggles his fingers, and Shadow squeaks.
Sonic says, "So, little anal later?"
Shadow is muffled by the bed, still sounding wet, but more annoyed than anything, "No."
Hah, oh well. "Ah well, you liked the fingering, anyway."
Shadow scoffs, likes that's a lie, when they both know it's true.
Sonic slips his fingers free, to the sound of Shadow's whine, but he slides free, takes his other hand and shoves his fingers into Shadow's creamy, cum-stuffed cunt, and Shadow jolts half-up with a gasp, wriggling as Sonic takes the egg and pushes it deep again, Shadow making a tiny pathetic sound, before Sonic releases it and pulls free again.
He puts Shadow's panties back, and gives him a firm smack on the ass.
Shadow tries to kick him- but he ducks his head, panting for a second, swallowing before he asks, "You're not going to-?"
Sonic says, "Nah, I think it's hotter watching you walk around dripping my cum."
Shadow whines wetly.
"Be right back, alright? Stay just like that."
It's a quick stop to wash his hands free of the slick and the cum- and then he's back. He's not expecting to find Shadow, face back buried in the bed, just-so subtly grinding against the bed, tiny humps of his hips while he squirms, and Sonic groans, "You can't get enough, huh?"
Shadow mumbles, "You've got me worked up."
Sonic says, "Lemme see, you poor thing."
Shadow scoffs, because Sonic's being mean, but he shifts to spread his thighs, and Sonic can see how soaked he is, cum staining through his panties, and Sonic coos meanly, slides his fingers against him, pressing briefly against his oozing hole to hear him gasp, and then he finds Shadow's clit through the lace, rubs slowly and sweetly.
Shadow makes a desperate sound, pushing into his fingers, and Sonic groans.
He doesn't turn up the vibrator, just slowly and lazily rubs his clit, Shadow wriggling and panting, getting closer by fits and bursts.
Sonic catches when he cums- but it surprises him a little, Shadow tensing up and clinging to the bed, before he wriggles harder, tiny little noises from his mouth, and Sonic pulls away.
Shadow swears, shakily.
Sonic grabs him by the legs and half-way throws him on the bed, and Shadow yelps, but he lies there, arching and squeezing his thighs together, lip bitten and swollen and eyes squeezed shut, and he looks fantastically kissable, so Sonic crawls over him and kisses him.
It's lovely- Shadow gasps again, and Sonic slides his tongue into his mouth, Shadow's claws digging into his back and shoulders, pulling him down closer, and Sonic finds a nipple to tease while he sucks on Shadow's tongue, bites his lip. Shadow presses his own tongue into Sonic's mouth, seeking the touch and the pleasure, and Sonic slides their lips together, wet and messy, he adjusts to press his thigh between Shadow's legs, and Shadow takes the opportunity immediately to grind on him, unexpectedly- but so worth the moan into his mouth, the way Shadow shakes underneath him.
Sonic nibbles his lip, digs teeth into his tongue and then shifts, biting his cheek and kissing down his neck, biting to leave bruises and sucking wet hickeys into his throat, lapping his tongue across his neck, Shadow arching it to give him better access, access to bite his collar bone and slip further down to suck on his nipple.
It draws his thigh away from Shadow's cunt, and he whines, struggling to get closer, so Sonic lies down to press his leg against him, for Shadow to grind his needy wet pussy against, seeking that pleasure, that touch.
Sonic pinches his other nipple, biting him softly, and he sucks a wet bruise into the side of his chest, thumb stroking across him, and Shadow spasms, arching and tensing, and Sonic hums in surprise, feeling Shadow cum beneath him, little breathless moans and rolls of his hips as he comes down, his eyes are squeezed shut, when Sonic shifts up to look, tears rolling freely.
Sonic says, soft, "Feels good, huh?"
Shadow nods, clinging to Sonic and shaking apart further with every roll of his hips to grind his sticky wet cunt into Sonic's leg, filthy and desperate.
Sonic strokes his ribs, "Bet you'd just love to have my cock in you right now, wouldn't you?"
Shadow bites his lip, but then he nods, and Sonic huffs a laugh.
"Pent up, aren't'cha? Say no more, faker."
He doesn't pull Shads' panties down, this time, only slides them aside for a little more cum to ooze free, and Sonic shoves his cock inside in one smooth, deep thrust, and Shadow clings to him with a cry.
Sonic groans- he's increasingly hot, wet and tight, the perfect sucking thing around his cock, like he's trying to milk him dry, and Sonic grinds down against the egg, vibrating softly against them both, and Shadow swears again.
Shadow says, "Can you- fuck-"
Sonic says, "Sure thing, dude."
He doesn't leave room for Shadow to correct himself- only sets to thrusting, fast and hard and sudden, and Shadow jolts, near to struggling under him, letting out a cry of need, more tears for Sonic to moan over, and he shifts so he can thrust short and deep, lap at the salty tear-tracks, groaning at the taste and the way Shadow screws up his face, blinking wet, tear-dripping eyes at Sonic, biting his lip and looking perfectly edible and cute.
Sonic bites his cheek, and Shadow yelps, sniffles, "Sonic, can you- can you touch me?"
Sonic drags his paws up Shads' ribs, says, sweet and cloying, "I thought I was?"
Shadow whines, eyes squeezing shut tight, body shaking, and Sonic shifts to ensure he's not pressing into Shadow's swollen, cute clit.
Shadow mumbles, face flushed with it, "My- touch my clit, Sonic."
Gaia, but he is cute, and he is damning Sonic to some near death.
He slides his paw down and finds his clit to rub and squeeze, and Shadow wails, body arching- it must hurt, this is orgasm- three, four? Sonic's losing count already, but he rubs and thrusts while Shadow struggles, and then he's cumming again on Sonic's cock, crying out and jerking.
Then he's struggling to get away, Sonic not letting up the rubbing, gentle through the lace but no-less stimulating, and Sonic grins.
Shadow gasps out, "Please-!"
Sonic murmurs, "You asked me to touch your clit, Shads."
Shadow shakes his head, but can't form words, evidently, and Sonic meanly rubs him harder.
Shadow goes quiet, shaking and trembling, and then he sobs, body spasming, "Stop- Sonic-"
Sonic drops to a dead stop, fingers and hips and all, and Shadow gasps, twitching.
They still, panting for a moment, and Sonic watches Shadow chew on his lip, tears leaking.
It's cute- Sonic's dick throbs, and he mightily resists the urge to resume thrusting.
He doesn't have to.
Shadow wiggles, and then presses his hips into Sonic, and away, a rough thrust, messy and uncoordinated, but he makes a tiny sound like relief, and Sonic groans, "You like that, huh?"
Shadow shakes his head, but he thrusts onto Sonic's cock again, and Sonic bites down on his tongue not to moan, he holds still, watching Shadow's thrusts get more desperate, more pleasure seeking.
Sonic says, "I just had to get a low vibe goin', huh, to make you all desperate for me, didn't I?"
Shadow moans out, "No." But he continues to fuck Sonic's cock, like he needs it, like he's nothing more than something to be fucked.
Sonic groans- grabs Shadow's hip to pin him to the bed, and Shadow whines.
It only takes a moment- Shadow, without opening his eyes, pleading calls out, "Fuck me."
Sonic resumes fucking him, worth every cry and wriggle, struggling under Sonic pinning his hips down, forcing him to take what Sonic chooses to give, and Sonic groans, close- Shadow looks amazing, struggling and crying and so desperate, needing it so bad-
Sonic finishes again faster than he wants, but he stills deep inside with a groan, up against that overstimulating buzzing egg, and Shadow whines.
Sonic slips free and drops his wet panties back down with a dirty slap, wet smack of oozing cum and slick.
It's a really hot sight- but Sonic is a little worn out, finally, and he is going to take a second to recover.
Shadow, however, doesn't seem to have slowed down- burying his face in his paws and immediately squeezing his thighs together like that can give him the stimulation he needs, the touch he craves.
Sonic asks, curiously, "Seriously, you seem a little- you alright?"
Shadow pants into his paws, "It's- hard to d-describe, I think." His breath hitches, tiny hiccups interrupting his talk, "I can't come down, the vibrator- just- ngh-" He arches his back again, crying like he's near to orgasm but can't, and Sonic watches as he shoves a paw between his thighs, trying to touch himself-
It's too much, evidently, because he yanks his paw back with half a sob, shaking.
Sonic takes the remote, and turns it off.
Shadow cries out, "No, wait-" struggles, still, and Sonic huffs a laugh.
"It's just edgin' you, huh?"
Shadow nods into his paws, whining.
Sonic says, "Lemme at'cha, one more."
Tinier nod, and his thighs part, and Sonic slips his paw in.
It doesn't take much- he strokes while Shadow cries and struggles, and he cums with a loud, breathless sound and the arch of his spine, before slumping, boneless and completely lax.
Sonic snickers, softly.
Shadow lets out a helpless, half-miserable moan.
Sonic strokes his thigh slowly, soothingly, waiting.
Shadow comes out from behind his paws with a sniff, blinks wet eyelashes at Sonic, and- if that doesn't make Sonic hard right now, nothing will, but he needs a minute, and he winks at Shadow.
It earns him a disgruntled scoff, and Shadow dropping his head back down, arms over his eyes.
Sonic stretches, "Stay, I'll be back."
Shadow groans grumpily.
He washes up minimally, and collects a damp cloth, to return to the bed.
It's cute- Shadow is absently rubbing his thighs together, like he's still seeking pleasure, Sonic says, "What, you need another?"
Shadow shakes his head, but he doesn't stop the rubbing.
Sonic nudges his arms aside, and Shadow squints at him, but tilts his face into the cloth, lets Sonic wash away the tears and sweat, leaning into Sonic's touch with a soft sound of relief.
Sonic tidies his thighs just a little, thought Shadow whines when he notably avoids his cunt.
It sounds more like disappointment than annoyance, and Sonic laughs quietly.
Then he scoops up Shadow's book and drops it on his face.
It earns him spluttering- and Shadow looks at him past the book, eyes wide.
Sonic says, "I'm gonna go exercise a bit, I think you should read some."
He wiggles the remote in his paws, and Shadow looks at it, unblinking. He swallows, slowly, and nods, "Alright."
Sonic leaves the remote on the nightstand, checks he doesn't stink of sex- he doesn't- and heads for the gym.
Shadow is reading when he gets back, and is farther than he was this morning- he also looks more relaxed, slumped with his stomach on a pillow and his cheek and arm propped by another, focused, though his ear twitches when Sonic approaches, scooping up the remote on his way, and he slumps lazily over Shadow's back, and silently starts reading with him.
He doesn't have full context- but he doesn't mind, and Shadow slows slightly, turning the page slightly slower, making sure Sonic can keep up.
It's nice, watching the couple on Shadow's page argue about- a sword, maybe, or it might be a metaphor.
Shadow inhales slowly, shifts to nose at Sonic, and Sonic makes a curious noise, before Shadow more clearly sniffs him.
Amused, Sonic asks, "What, do I stink?"
Shadow makes a sound of disagreement, but he says, "You're sweaty."
True, "I can shower-"
In an instant, Shadow drops his book, and rolls them over, pinning Sonic on his back, eyes narrowed, "No."
He shifts and rubs his face against Sonic's neck, shifting to ensure Sonic's chin rubs across his cheek, and Sonic exhales, laughing, "Oh, never-mind." Shadow hums into his neck, wiggling across him.
It does draw Sonic's attention to his soaked panties and cunt- it can't be super nice, but Shadow left it, like Sonic asked, or implied, really, and now it's dripping slick and cum on Sonic's thigh, cooler than before but no less hot, and Sonic groans slightly, lifts his thigh to grind against Shadow, and Shadow gasps into his neck, bites him with a groan.
Shadow mumbles, "You just got back, seriously? You should eat."
Sonic says, "I know something I can eat."
Shadow punches him, hard enough it aches, and Sonic laughs, giddy.
Shadow says, "Come on, we'll eat lunch."
He rolls off of Sonic, then, before pausing, and turning to grab a pillow.
Sonic makes a curious noise, before Shadow promptly tries to smother him.
No- he's rubbing the pillow into him, and Sonic laughs loudly, wraps his arms around it and rolls, stealing it, but Shadow only huffs. Sonic says, teasingly, "Weirdo." Shadow watches him wriggle on the pillow, making it smell like himself, before turning and ditching him.
Sonic makes sure to rub his face on it extra hard, for Shads.
He trails after him, though Shadow is clearly uncomfortable with the amount of fluids trapped inside of himself- or rather, hardly trapped, as Sonic watches it ooze down his thighs, dripping to the kitchen floor, if his pinned ears and flushed face mean much.
Sonic says, easily, "I'll clean it up, I like watching it."
Shadow scoffs, "You're so gross." But he turns to the stove, ingredients in hand.
Sonic props himself on the counter to watch him cook- something with rice and vegetables, rich scents that- are very familiar, actually, Sonic says, "Is that curry Shamar?"
Shadow seems pleased, if faintly embarrassed, "It tasted good, I am not in the business of denying myself pleasure."
Cute. "Well, it smells good, so you can't be that far off from authentic."
Shadow puffs up, pleased and smug about Sonic's compliments.
Sonic settles himself to just- watching.
Observing. He should get used to it, anyway- how, he wondered, did someone pretend to be married happily? He asks, "Hey, do we want kids?"
There's a terrible screech from the pan, and Shadow shoots him a look that is one part horrified, two parts baffled, "I'm sorry, what?"
Oh, right, "I meant- like, for the resort."
"Oh." Shadow blinks, "Oh, right, okay." He drags a paw down his face.
Sonic snickers, "That bad?"
"No." Shadow turns back to their lunch, "Anyway, I assumed no, personally- I'm trying to stick to reality."
Makes sense, "I've never been married- obviously- I'm trying to figure out how to pretend, I guess."
Shadow hums, "Just like this, I suppose- good marriages are made of friends."
That… was a good point, actually. People had mistaken them for a married couple, before, bickering and all. It really shouldn't be too hard. "Right, sure." There was a part of knowing that that… rankled, in a sense, pressed down on the parts of Sonic that wanted to be free. But- other peoples opinions didn't matter, Sonic supposed. Just their own.
Shadow presses a plate into his chest, and says, "Eat."
Sonic eats, and like breakfast, it's delicious.
Sonic finishes his first, in a violent devourment he didn't realize he needed, hunger bursting and abating as quick as it comes, and he licks flavour off his plate- when he shoves his fork in Shadow's plate, Shadow only angles it out absently, eating his own portion more slowly, moderately.
Sonic loses steam before Shadow gets fed up and shoos him away, anyway, pulling away before he can get annoyed.
At least- Shadow seems very pleased that he found it so delicious.
Sonic says, "Hows about a movie?"
Shadow agrees readily- but he fetches blankets from the closet, wisely layered over the couch, considering the mess they've made already, and Sonic sets up a movie they've watched before, and before Shadow, frowning, can ask what's up, Sonic backs him into the couch arm, and kisses him firmly.
Shadow shivers softly, stroking Sonic's arms with a soft hum, and Sonic nips his lip.
Sonic mumbles, low, "I think I feel more like making out, actually."
Shadow snorts, says, low, "You could've just said, 'let's make out on the couch', you know."
Sonic grins, "We'll watch a movie, too, I think."
Shadow huffs, loops an arm around Sonic's neck and hauls him down to kiss him again, and Sonic laughs eagerly into his mouth, chasing the pleasure and the leftover spices from lunch, pressing his tongue messy into Shadow, lapping at his lip and biting him, enjoys Shadow's responding bite, sharp pain that goes straight to his dick, faint taste of blood on Sonic's tongue, and he kisses Shadow's cheek, his jaw.
Soft exhales against his ears, paw tangling in his quills to draw him back up, Shadow kissing him aggressively, swiping his tongue across Sonic's lip, his tongue, messy drips of spit and the hunger of the evening.
Sonic reaches blindly- finds the remote, and turns the vibrator back on.
Shadow gasps, openly, into Sonic's mouth, and Sonic swallows the moan, takes in, in satisfaction, the way he shudders, arches into Sonic's touch, and Sonic kisses his neck, bites him again, again until he cries aloud, drags Sonic up once more to kiss him, to hide his moans against Sonic's lip.
Sonic chases his mouth, presses him back, down against the arm of the couch, melds their bodies together, lines blurred and fur mashed together, muzzles squashed until he adjusts the angle, noses nudging.
It's good, and Sonic groans faintly, to every one of Shadow's dizzy pants, desperate already and clinging, rocking upwards into Sonic's touch.
Sonic slips his paw down, down Shadow's soft stomach, slips against soft, slick panties, and Shadow cries out when he slides his paw pads across Shads' clit, setting to working him roughly, aggressively, until Shadow is cumming again, struggling under Sonic and moaning pleadingly.
Sonic slips his paw away, and Shadow whines, slumping and shuddering- he can recover, Sonic thinks, watching him squirm and gasp, biting his lip, but it might take him awhile- Sonic strokes his arms, his sides soothingly.
It does take a minute- but he comes down, finally, spasms and wriggles slowing, turning into occasional jumps and tiny, muted gasps.
When he slumps, finally, Sonic slowly sits back, and goes to find a different movie.
Shadow kicks him a little, annoyed, and Sonic snickers.
Sonic says, easily, "I told you we were gonna watch a movie."
Shadow groans.
Sonic finds something interesting- offers up an arm, coaxingly, and Shadow eyes him suspiciously.
He does shift to snuggle into Sonic's side, and Sonic hums.
The movie's good- Sonic actually pays attention, despite the occasional shift and muffled noises from Shadow, though Shadow equally seems to be paying attention, shifting eventually to settle his head in Sonic's lap.
Sonic pets him through the last quarter of the movie, though at the end, he shifts him and presses the mound hiding his cock against Shadow's cheek, and Shads makes a strangled sound.
Shadow says, soft, "I told you I don't-"
"I know," Sonic says, "Not your mouth, just your face."
Shadow shifts, uncomfortable, after a moment, he says, "Just a little, I don't want your cum on my face."
Easily done.
Sonic's still startled when Shadow shifts, rubs his soft, round cheek against Sonic, and Sonic groans, holds him- gently, not shoving, letting Shadow decide, and his cock hardens again, showing itself, and Shadow shifts-
He isn't expecting Shadow to kiss the side of his shaft, look up at him through eyelashes, eyes dark and lidded.
Sonic shoves him over into the couch, and Shadow laughs, breathless, though he wipes at his mouth with a grimace. Shadow says, "Gross."
Sonic says, "You're a real tease."
Shadow smiles, sickeningly sweet, "Oh, am I? What are you?"
Ass. Sonic kisses him, and Shadow makes an offended noise, but accepts Sonic's tongue willingly, mouth dropping open with a sigh, tongue swiping across his own.
Sonic bites his lip, and shifts his panties aside, sinks in easily.
It's cooler in places than earlier, which is gross, but Shadow's cunt is still hot and full of cum and slick, and Sonic groans, rocks into him until he reaches the vibrator, and the both sigh, soft. Shadow kisses him, palms on Sonic's face, coaxing.
Sonic grinds deep, takes the remote, and cranks it to max.
Slight mistake- claws dig into his face, brief, while Shadow yelps, sharp, before Shadow manages to fight the spasm to let him go, and Sonic groans, wipes at blood on his cheek, hisses, the overstimulation is- rough, but worth it when Shadow plants his paws on his own face, wails aloud, squirming on Sonic's cock, and jerking helplessly.
Shadow shoves his paws back into his quills, gasping and looking, wild-eyed, at Sonic, and Sonic grins, reaches to pet his clit, watches his eyes squeeze shut, biting his lip, cunt flexing around Sonic's cock and the buzzing egg, nearly painful- Shadow arches, mouth open silently as he cums, crushing his face in his paws.
Sonic eases off, lowering the strength and slowing across his clit, and Shadow slumps, shaking, Shadow says, low, "I think I hate you."
Sonic snickers.
It takes a slight shift, that Shadow ignores, slumped in exhaustion on the couch, but Sonic catches his thighs and scoops him up in one smooth motion, and Shadow yelps, clings to him, alarmed, before huffing a laugh into Sonic's ears.
Sonic carries him away to the bedroom- though, halfway there, the slightly painful buzzing stops, and Shadow groans, almost frustrated, mostly relieved, slumping over Sonic.
Sonic says, "Whoops."
Muffled, Shadow says, "Thank god." He sighs, and says, "Take me to the bath, I want it out, and that's going to be a mess."
Sonic hums mock consideringly, and Shadow digs his heels in, threateningly.
Sonic takes him to the bath.
They slide as one to the floor, and Sonic slides his palm along Shadow's ass, earning an annoyed grunt, and Sonic asks, "Should I take these off of you, first?"
Shadow makes a small sound, "Maybe? They need to be rinsed, regardless."
Sonic shrugs, adjusts so they won't get frozen by cold water, and turns on the shower.
It warms, cold water splashing them slightly- Shadow flinches away, hissing, and Sonic slides him slowly off his cock.
They both groan when Sonic is freed, cum and slick spilling into the panties and over Sonic's cock before they slide back into place, barely containing anything anymore, dripping free down Shadow's thighs and down to Sonic's cock.
Shadow shakes on his knees, supported over Sonic, barely staying upright- but Sonic slips his paw between his thighs, nudges the panties back aside to pull the egg, little gasps and shifts of Shadow's hips as he slowly tugs it free, and Shadow whines as it falls to Sonic's palm.
Sonic tugs Shadow back down, settled across his lap, and rinses it off, clean, before chucking it out onto the mat.
Then he smacks Shadow's ass, for the hell of it, even when it earns him another sharp bite and claws down his back.
Sonic nibbles his neck, murmurs, "Panties off?"
Shadow makes a small noise- He's been shifting his hips, almost-but-not-quite grinding across Sonic's cock, hard between them, he murmurs, "Maybe." Sonic hums, and pulls him back up, shaking on his knees, to tug the panties off, though he ends up rolling them onto the floor of the tub, cold as it is, so he can remove them fully, Shadow sighing and covering his face.
He does look needy, swollen and flushed, red from the near-constant overstimulation, hole still leaking and flexing, hungrily, for Sonic.
Sonic pets his thighs, consideringly.
Shadow doesn't look at him, just says, low, "Go on then."
Sonic says, "You dunno what I want."
Shadow motions, without lifting his arm, "Tell me, then."
Sonic shifts to nose into Shadow's stomach, slowly growing damp from the water, "Maybe I want to eat you out."
Shadow shifts his thighs apart, murmurs, "Happy holidays."
Sonic snorts, carefully as anything he nibbles along the hood of Shads' clit, and Shadow gasps, thighs squeezing around Sonic's head, and Sonic grins up into his glaring eyes, peeking from under his arm.
Shadow says, "Ow." He doesn't mean it, and Sonic suckles on his clit, earning a cute squeak.
Shadow grips his quills, holding him close, and Sonic hums, settling in the water and the spray to work his clit, sucking and licking in equal measure, Shadow wriggling under him, tiny moans and pants, cum and slick slowly washing away.
Sonic dips to shove his tongue in, and Shadow whines, grips him harder.
He can feel his cunt flex, tight and then loose around his tongue, slurping up the slick and leftover cum, gross as it is, his cock aches for it, hard between his legs on the cool tile, hot water pouring down his back and his thighs.
He drag himself up, kissing parts of Shadow until he can line his cock up, again, and Shadow sighs, shakily, cups the back of Sonic's neck, and Sonic shifts to kiss his neck, slide his cock in slowly and easily, deep so Shadow shivers again.
Shadow hums, "I do like it when you go slowly."
Sonic noses the underside of his jaw, "Yeah, yeah, but maybe after we get off this tile floor."
Shadow snorts, but he also flings a leg over Sonic's hips, body angled up into him, and Sonic thrusts into him with a groan, chasing his pleasure- he keeps it selfish, but it's enough to have Shadow panting, fisted paw pulling Sonic's quills, gripping his waist with his leg and his arm with his free paw, body arched for Sonic to nibble and kiss, and they both groan when Sonic cums, pressing close and deep, hauled closer by Shadow's leg, and Sonic kisses him, humming at the hot liquid oozing around him and down Shadow's ass- Sonic kisses him messily and openly, messy slide and wet tangle of tongues, until Shadow shoves his shoulder slightly, biting Sonic until he pulls back to breath, dropping to rest his forehead against Shadow's shoulder.
Shadow laughs, soft, "What, tired already?"
Sonic licks him, and Shadow shudders, Sonic says, "Nah- a bit, but…" He hums, rubbing his cheek into him, "Anyway, we need to get clean."
Shadow snorts, going limp, arms and legs dropping from around Sonic's body- Sonic laughs at the visible tremor he's fighting off, and Shadow says, "That's your job, I'm just here to get fucked."
Sonic smacks him in the thigh, and he jolts and swears, but Sonic only shakes his head.
It's a relief to remove the built up sweat, slick and cum- their fur sticks and clumps in places, and Shadow whines when Sonic washes his cunt, spreading him to ensure the fluids come off, wriggling over-sensitive to his touch.
Sonic kisses him under the spray to feel him smile about it.
Shadow stays slumped in his towel, yawning and reading in a pile on the floor, book over half-way done, and Sonic strips the bed and runs laundry, throws fresh blankets and sheets back on it, and finally is free to flop, boneless, on the soft clean sheets, comfortable and soft on his clean fur.
Shadow joins him after a moment, crawling up and tucking himself along Sonic's side, book propped against Sonic's arm to keep reading, and Sonic reaches across himself to return to petting him, slowly and sweetly against his ears and quills, soft soundless exhale of breath across Sonic's fur, gently mussing it. Sonic rolls to tuck against Shads' spine, nudging quills out of his way, and he settles his chin against Shadow's shoulder to read over his shoulder.
Shadow murmurs, "You missed most of the plot."
Sonic kisses sweet-smelling clean fur, "That's okay."
Shadow hums and flips the page.
It's so comfortable, Sonic really can't be blamed for drifting off, arm looped around Shadow's waist and the soft thump of a heartbeat under his palm, warm heat against his chest and stomach and a soft blanket draped over their waists.
Sonic only wakes up because Shadow snaps his book closed. decisively, and Sonic jolts awake, yawns into his shoulder, rubbing his muzzle into it lazily.
It's dark outside- glow from the bedroom lighting the snow on the balcony all golden and soft, and Sonic can't really see a lot of stars from here, but the few he can spot twinkle bright and giddy, and he rests his cheek on Shadow, listens to his soft breathing and low humming, tiny musical notes to accompany the quiet.
Shadow shifts, nudges his elbow against Sonic's ribs, voice low, "You need dinner."
He does, but he's comfortable here, and he presses his forehead against solid muscle and bone, shift of Shadow's body beneath his.
Shadow only nudges him harder, loud, firm statement of, "Faker."
Sonic sighs, sits up with a groan, he stretches while Shadow slinks out of the bed, smooth like his joints never pop or need stretching, and Sonic rolls as he stands, paws flat on the tops of his feet, stretching his spine, it cracks when he rolls backward, and then he's lax and comfortable to follow Shadow to his kitchen.
Shadow makes something light and fresh, pasta and sauce, and enough of it for leftovers- Sonic eats two portions and picks at the remainder of Shadow's first, and his Shadow lets him, patiently feeding him noodles and visibly fighting off a smile.
Sonic is going to go in the morning- he's already decided, he feels cooped up. Trapped, a little.
Sonic kisses away the taste of garlic from Shadow's teeth, nudges him backwards into the counter, hauls him up onto it with a sharp exhale, and Shadow snorts, ducking away from the cabinet, kisses Sonic back with fervor, clutching Sonic's cheek and neck greedily, holding him close and hungry. Sonic laps at his tongue, tastes the smooth softness of his lips in comparison with Sonic's chapped mouth, bites Shadow's lip until it's swollen and hot against his own, slides his palms down his back to his ass, up to his waist again, squeezing and petting, clutches a fistful of quills to hold him while he thrusts his tongue in messy and dirty.
Shadow wraps his legs around Sonic's waist, holding him tight and close, insistent as always.
Sonic pulls him into his arms, kisses him while carrying him, drapes him on the bed, only for Shadow to adjust the position of his legs and grind them together, messy and arousing and Sonic growls quietly, grinds back- Shadow throws his head back, low sound of pleasure rumbling in his throat, and Sonic kisses that curve, lathes his tongue rough across the surface, vibrating with each of Shadow's throaty sounds.
Shadow says, simply, "One more. Slow, for me?"
Sonic noses into his neck, licks the tempting hollow of it, where salt pools, "I s'pose we can."
It's hard to take it slow- Sonic may have spent all day having sex, but it only seems to have served to wind him up more, a hunger and a heat sitting sucking and tight in his stomach, and his cock weeps against Shadow's stomach, his clit, his hole with every slow thrusting grind, Shadow's clinging and little gasps for air.
Every part of Shadow seems to be begging Sonic to go faster, and Sonic distracts himself by kissing his open mouth, wet and pleading, perfectly red and kissable, and he tangles their tongues, messy and pressing, rocking closer and urging Shadow closer to cumming with his thumbs, his touch. He strokes along Shads' ribs, thumbing at his nipples and stroking his ribs, smooth and soft under his palms, chest heaving with his breathes, soft sighing gasps into Sonic's mouth. Sonic murmurs, "Bit overstimulated, huh?"
Shadow bites him, and Sonic moans, Shadow says, "A little, a little sensitive from- mm- from everything."
Sonic laughs, "We didn't have to have sex again."
"Are you suggesting I can't handle it?"
"Nah," Sonic noses against his throat, ghosts his teeth against the skin, "But, c'mon, dude."
Shadow says, "You c'mon. I can handle it."
"If you say so." Sonic bites him and finally gives in to the urge to press into Shadow's slick heat, and Shadow groans, though he hisses at the end, sound like something between relief and pain. Sonic isn't surprised- he must be worn out, at this point, Sonic would be. He makes the slide slow and easy- it's worth it, even as the ache in his stomach and his cock demands he go faster, the slow, wet, sucking heat slowly enveloping him and the way Shadow squeezes him, aching for that final fullness, is perfect, and they both moan when he bottoms out.
Shadow flexes his paws on Sonic's shoulders, and Sonic lazily sucks another bruise into his throat, just because.
Sonic only begins his slow, shifting thrusts when Shadow starts to shift impatiently, low responsive sound of relief, hunger in the way Shads pulls him up to kiss him, inexpertly and messy, tongue pressing too quick into Sonic's mouth, deliciously slick and moving, strong and distracting from the need to go faster, harder.
Sonic has to pull away to catch his breath, again, Shadow shifting to suck bruises into his neck, sharp pleasant sting from his fangs pinching in Sonic's flesh, and Sonic groans, tilts his head to give him room, reaches to stroke his fingers across Shadow's clit, swollen and thick with it.
Shadow shudders, presses his forehead to Sonic's shoulder, clinging to his arms and hissing pained through his teeth.
Shadow's voice wobbles, "Pathetic, you think I couldn't handle this?"
Sonic snorts, "Is that you asking me to go harder?"
Shadow hesitates- and for a second, Sonic thinks he will, but he says, instead, "No, but I could, if I wanted."
Sonic nibbles on his ear, "I know."
He's so wonderfully hot and wet around Sonic's cock- he groans as he tries a longer thrust, earning a little sound, muffled by his shoulder from Shadow's muzzle, the feeling is addictive- he could chase it for hours.
Or he could, if he wasn't so impatient, but he can chase it for awhile, at least.
He reaches to wrap his paws around Shadow's thighs, and Shadow tightens his grip around Sonic's waist, squeezing and holding him close, and Sonic shifts to whisper into his ear, "Holdin' me that tight, it's almost like you want me to breed you." It's stupid- but it works, on both of them, heat in Sonic's stomach swirling, and Shadow shudders with a thin gasp.
Shadow hisses out, "Shut the fuck up."
Sonic snickers, thrusts the shallow length he's allowed by the tight squeeze around his waist, "I'unno, the proof is in the puddin', dude."
Shadow groans, "I don't even know what that means."
But Shadow shifts, humming, and paws cup his cheeks, and Sonic's pulled back, away from Shadow's ears, Shadow looks at him with lidded eyes and a smirk, an echo of Rouge, and says, a low purr, "Won't you breed me full and pregnant, faker?"
Sonic makes a strangled, spluttering noise.
Shadow coos, condescending and amused, "Don't dish what you can't take, hedgehog. Come on, dude, or can't you put your money where your mouth is?"
Sonic smacks his thigh, and Shadow laughs, tucking his face behind a paw, embarrassment finally overriding the confident teasing, and Sonic huffs, "Tease, you think it's hot too."
Shadow shrugs, still half-hidden by his paw, "Maybe, maybe I just think obnoxiousness is hot, in which case, you're my perfect match."
Harsh, but fair.
Sonic presses him into the bed by his collarbone, Shadow grinning into his paws, and Sonic uses what leverage he has to thrust hard, if short thrusts, and Shadow groans, slides his paws through his quills with a soft sound.
Shadow murmurs, "Admittedly, it's a little much."
So he is reaching a limit- though, Sonic hadn't been tracking his orgasms, and he'd been told once not to reach double-digits, he must know his limit- Sonic may very well be breaching it.
Sonic was going to make him cum once more, anyway, and he reaches for his clit again, a tiny gasp, a squeak of something pained, and Shadow pants softly, rocking into Sonic's touch hungrily.
Sonic can't take much more either- both of them have their limits, evidently. Sonic groans and ducks his head, focuses on keeping a steady rhythm in his hips and his fingers, Shadow trying endlessly to drag him closer by his thighs, gripped around Sonic's hips, and dragging his paws against his face and through his quills, thin overwhelmed sounds in-between breathless panting, tiny jerks of his hips into Sonic's fingers.
Shadow cums first- a tiny, final squeak, back arching and a perfectly bitten lip, and Sonic moans to watch him, thumbing across his clit gently and slowing, soothing touches to run him down.
Shadow says, breathless, "Enough, enough, Sonic." So Sonic lets off his clit, and Shadow shudders.
Sonic thrusts faster, earning another pitchy yelp, but Shadow relaxes his legs and Sonic gains more length to thrust with, chasing a final orgasm, helpless noises under him and Shadow's wordless encouragements.
Sonic cums after, a low groan, and they shudder as Shadow is filled again, going limp beneath him.
Shadow says, "Ugh."
Sonic laughs.
He then asks, low, "Can I eat'cha out?"
Shadow shoots him a dirty look, "No? I do not want to orgasm again."
"No orgasm," Sonic says, stroking his ribs, "I'll stick to your hole, just, y'know, cleanin' you out."
Shadow groans, arms dropping over his eyes.
He wiggles, briefly, as if measuring Sonic softening inside him, before he sighs, "Fine, pervert."
Sonic is an asshole, a bit, so he pumps his fist and cheers a quiet, "Yes!"
Shadow uncovers his eyes just to make sure Sonic can see him roll them.
Sonic frees himself with a wet sound, and Shadow hisses- he sounds in pain, a little, and Sonic makes a small sound, slipping to his knees- Shadow does look red and sore, at this point, cunt open and dripping cum and slick, Sonic says, "You sure? Because-"
Shadow hooks a leg around his head and yanks, and Sonic squeaks as he's half-shoved into Shadow's pussy, a fist curling in his quills to pull him even closer, voice dark and annoyed, Shadow says, "Eat, faker."
Gaia, that's hot.
Sonic dives in, obediently.
Shadow hisses when his tongue swipes up the trickle of cum, slips wet and broad into Shadow's surely-sore hole to slurp the cum out, but Sonic listens to him groan, like relief, and Sonic moans, tries to pull away just to see- Shadow shoves him down harder, and Sonic moans again, eager for it.
Shadow's legs lock behind his shoulders, holding him still and pinning him, in time with his fist, between Shadow's thighs, and Sonic licks at him, eager and quick, dirty swipes against his open cunt, leaking into Sonic's mouth like ambrosia.
It's an acquired taste- and Sonic has surely acquired it.
Sonic presses his tongue deeper, nose bumping into Shads' clit- that must hurt, the way Shadow hisses, but he doesn't shove him away, only tries to haul him closer, and Sonic moans freely, pressing as deep as he can, so it aches, just so in his jaw.
Shadow shudders, humming softly, low satisfied noises, in-between pained hisses when Sonic's tongue swipes something sensitive- Sonic would, normally, stop if he was hurting someone he was fucking- but it's hard to do when they're forcing your head into their cunt, rocking into his tongue and pressing him deeper.
Sonic whines when he's tugged away from Shadow's hole- the cum has run thin, only slick, but he's pulled only up to Shads' clit, and Shadow demands, "Suck."
Yes, please, Sonic moans on his way, eagerly takes Shadow's clit, Shadow's gasp is distinctly pained- a sharp hissing out of breath, but Sonic isn't allowed to pull back- his slight retreat gets him a sharp tightening around his neck and head and the fist in his quills pulling him tighter against Shadow, and Shadow groans.
Shadow murmurs, low, "Good, you can behave."
Sonic's whole body spasms.
He is very hard again.
He has a sharp urge to touch himself- to jack off, or to touch Shadow, fingers in his cunt to make him cum faster, but Shadow hasn't asked for it- he grinds against Sonic's muzzle, sighing faintly as he holds Sonic against his clit, and Sonic moans, licks while he sucks, Shadow shivering, and he curses, over Sonic's head, and his thighs tense, firm on either side of Sonic's head, and Sonic moans at the slick he can feel that slips to drip down Shadow's ass and Sonic's neck.
Shadow's thighs go lax, and he finally releases Sonic with a soft sigh, and Sonic carefully pulls back just a little, so he can look up at him.
Shadow watches him, eyes lidded and lazy, tiny smile, Shadow says, "I like you better, here, on your knees."
Sonic makes a tiny sound.
Shadow motions at him, tone demanding, "Jack off."
Sonic does not choke on his spit, "Uh-?"
Shadow frowns, eyebrow raising, "Did I stutter?"
"Nope, no-" Sonic wraps his paw around himself, hips jumping, and Shadow makes a pleased sound, "I gotcha."
Shadow says, "Good."
Sonic makes a weak, helpless sound, turns to hide in Shadow thigh, and Shadow hisses- his fist curls in Sonic's quills again, and Shadow drags him to face forward.
Shadow says, "Eyes on me, faker."
Sonic moans, and Shadow laughs at him, bright and mean.
Pre dribbles down Sonic's fist, and he rocks into his touch, whining.
Shadow says, low, "God, you are easy, aren't you?"
It's true, so Sonic doesn't protest, pants and fucks his fist, feeling suddenly half-desperate, Shadow shifts, grip softening and moving to pet him, soothing across his ruffled fur and petting behind his ears, and Sonic leans into it, eager.
Sonic's cock aches- he moans, thumbs at the tip of it, fast motions that nearly hurt, the soothing petting of Shadow's paw in his quills, the drying slick on his muzzle, the scent of Shadow, rich, right in front of him-
Sonic cums with a tiny whine, and Shadow hums.
Sonic shivers and drops his head, Shadow keeps thumbing at his ears, gently, and Sonic forces his breathing to slow, forces his body to slow, to calm, easy.
Shadow seems to know not to push, at least, just keeps petting him, while Sonic stabilizes himself, steadies his breathing and his heart-rate, and when he turns to nuzzle into Shadow's thigh, Shadow doesn't stop him this time.
Shadow says, soft, "I think it's bed time."
Sonic nods, breathes out and in, inhaling soft scents of Shadow's sweat and his soaps.
For once- Sonic is wobbly too, standing, and Shadow looks at the puddle of cum he's left with disdain, he says, half absently, "I should make you lick it up."
The sound Sonic makes is not a normal one, and Shadow looks up at him startled, licking his lips.
Awkwardly, Sonic says, "Uh, next time?"
Shadow just shakes his head, "Pervert."
Sonic just reaches for him.
He leaves Shadow in the bath to clean up his thighs from slick, and he takes a rag to the floor- miraculously, they haven't soaked through the blanket on top, so he just tosses that into the laundry and returns to Shadow brushing his teeth, and snags his own toothbrush.
It's easy, then, to track Shadow into bed- cute, too, to watch Shadow happily face-plant into the pillow he'd rubbed on Sonic earlier, pleased rumblings escaping him.
Sonic says, "Now who's the perv?"
Shadow's muffled, but clear enough, "Still you."
Fair.
Sonic crawls after him, drops an arm across Shadow's waist with a groan, "I'm so tired."
Shadow grunts.
Sonic says, "I blame you at least by half."
Shadow scoffs. Shoves at Sonic listlessly.
Sonic fights a giggle, "G'night."
Shadow just sighs, relaxing slowly into the mattress.