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Sonic collapsed backwards on his and Shadow’s bed with an exaggerated groan that somehow still failed to exemplify the extent of his exhaustion. “I don’t think my feet have ever hurt this bad, and I lap the planet on all the days that end with ‘y.’ For fun.”
Shadow did the same, uncaring that a multitude of unwanted scents and textures lingered on his fur, and he’d yet to shower. He usually hated getting into bed without bathing, but getting up again required energy he simply didn’t have.
“We have so much food leftover…” he mumbled back sleepily as he peeled off his socks without sitting. For once, he didn’t hurry to put them in the dirty clothes basket. It wasn’t worth the effort. “We’ll be eating baked goods until next Christmas.”
“Only because you made enough for an army,” Sonic said, one arm flung across his eyes, the other reaching out for his husband’s hand. He gave it a squeeze. “Not because they weren’t delicious. I actually don’t think I’ve ever seen Espio eat before today. I was starting to think he was a vampire.”
Shadow snorted. “He’s a vegetarian and has a dairy sensitivity. He has a limited diet.”
“Wait, so that’s why you used coconut milk in some of those cookies yesterday?”
“Mmhm.”
Sonic looked over and stared at his partner for a minute. Shadow wasn’t so dramatic in his weariness as Sonic, choosing to lace one of his hands with Sonic’s while the other draped across his stomach. His eyes were shut, his quills flattened against their new comforter. His dark fur sported a few missed smears of flour and powdered sugar, and his chest fluff was mussed and sticking out a bit from all the hugs he’d endured during the farewell train. Sonic had been surprised he’d participated as much as he had. Touch wasn’t the easiest thing for Shadow, and he’d been subjected to more tonight than he’d probably ever experienced outside of Sonic’s own neediness.
But….
Maybe a little more touch wouldn’t hurt.
“You know…” Sonic started. “I distinctly remember owing you something.” He moved onto his side and let his free hand trail down Shadow’s toned stomach in teasing circles. “Something that involved an area down… this way….” His fingers traced over his husband’s concealed pouch, wondering again how the hell something so big managed to be so inconspicuous.
Shadow batted his hand away. “You can’t possibly have energy for something like that.”
“Call it a second wind, and besides,” Sonic grinned, straddling his husband in one easy movement, “I always have energy for you.”
Shadow cracked an eye, a ruby iris peeking through. “Perhaps the better question is, do I have energy for you?”
“You saying you’re not up to the task? Admitting defeat? Waving the white flag? Surrendering your battles–”
Gloved hands grabbed at Sonic’s hips, Shadow’s expression darkened by Sonic’s taunts. “Is that a challenge?”
“You bet your sexy, edgy ass it is.”
Shadow seemed to consider his husband for a moment, gaze combing over him before he released his hold and gestured to his still flat pouch with a nonchalant shrug. “If you want it so bad, work for it.”
“With pleasure,” Sonic replied instantly. He brought his lips to Shadow’s chest fur, nosing between the long silky strands to kiss directly over his partner’s heart. The steady beat sped up, thumping against his lips and letting Sonic know his partner wasn’t as unbothered as he’d like him to think. Sonic’s tail wagged slowly behind him as he moved downwards, trailing his hands down ebony sides and feeling Shadow tense up beneath him in an attempt not to giggle. “Someone’s sensitive tonight,” Sonic teased.
“You’re playing with fire, hedgehog,” Shadow grunted before grabbing Sonic’s wrists. “Behave yourself, or the only thing you’ll get a chance at is sleeping on the couch.”
“You wouldn’t.”
Shadow gave him a dry look that roughly translated to wanna bet?
Sonic sagged slightly with reluctant defeat. His hands withdrew from Shadow’s sides. “Fine. No tickling. Spoil sport.”
“You’re like a petulant–” Shadow’s mouth clamped shut against the sudden groan that threatened to escape him when Sonic’s mouth sucked at his still hidden slit. His fur rose in gooseflesh, and his blood very suddenly drained south, leaving him momentarily incapable of speech.
Sonic grinned like the absolute menace he was. “You were saying, Shads?”
“You’re insufferable,” Shadow choked out.
Sonic’s tongue dipped inside the opening to Shadow’s pouch, caressing the tip of his hardening dick. Shadow’s breath hitched. His hands buried themselves in their bedding, and his hips bucked upwards.
“Hmm…. you don’t seem to be suffering,” Sonic noted between increasingly insistent licks. “You seem a little… merrily flustered.”
“Do you ever shut up?” Shadow huffed.
“Only when my mouth’s full.”
Shadow’s dick swelled at those words. The hero had been choking down hot dogs for nearly three decades. To say he had oral skills that would make a porn star envious was an understatement. “Then why isn’t it? Isn’t that what you promised?”
Sonic grinned and slid further down until he slipped off the edge of the bed. His knees hit the carpet with a barely audible thud, and the blankets rustled as he gripped Shadow’s knees and forcibly spread his husband’s thighs wider. Emerald eyes glinted with heated mischief. “Sure did. You want it fast so you can get to sleep, or do you want me to make you beg?”
“Dealer’s choice,” Shadow nearly whined in response. Nearly. He still had some self respect.
Unfortunately that self respect lasted less than two more seconds because Sonic brought his hands under Shadow’s knees and hoisted dark legs over his shoulders so he could bury his face in Shadow’s groin. Zero to 767 was exactly Sonic’s speed. With no build up aside from what he’d already teased, Sonic’s tongue delved back inside Shadow’s slit and ran along the hybrid’s rapidly hardening shaft.
Shadow let out a choked groan, equal parts surprise and pleasure. Gloves were hastily tossed aside, allowing striped hands to weave deeply into blue quills. Shadow’s hips bucked upwards reflexively, chasing wet heat and slick muscle that was so quickly coaxing him from his pouch. His legs hooked at the ankles, heels pressing into Sonic’s back, urging him closer, seeking more.
Sonic pulled away just enough to let hot breath tease Shadow’s swollen flesh. “Someone’s eager.”
“S-shut up.”
“Make me.”
Shadow didn’t hesitate. He pushed himself up, one hand behind him while the other released his cock from its hiding place. He groaned as he gripped his shaft a little harder than was probably wise and moved his legs from Sonic’s shoulders. He angled his dripping tip toward Sonic’s lips expectantly. “Open up.”
A pink tongue flicked out, barely making contact. “Like this?” Sonic asked, knowing full well he was pushing Shadow’s buttons. The knowledge made Sonic’s own dick throb between his legs and threaten to slip from its pouch.
Shadow growled. “Open. Now.”
Sonic let his lips part, but only a little, looking up from his place on his knees with feigned innocence. Shadow’s eyes all but glowed in response. “All the way.”
Could Sonic continue being a brat? Yes. Would it be fun? Absolutely. But did he currently have a near perfect view of his husband’s mouthwatering dick and desperately want to feel it stretch his throat? Also yes.
Shadow’s hybrid genes had gifted him equipment that was thick, ribbed along the underside, and tapered to a point that was so perfectly angled, it damn near obliterated Sonic’s prostate every time he bottomed. The pitch black shaft was heavily veined and streaked with a narrow red stripe on either side that produced a honey-like lubricant which, realistically, was probably the only reason Sonic was able to take the whole thing and still thoroughly enjoy himself.
It also tasted fucking delicious.
Sonic ignored Shadow’s command and lurched forward, taking Shadow’s entire length in one go.
“Fuck!” Shadow cursed, bending over Sonic’s head as his partner sucked him down like he’d been born without a gag reflex. “You’re such an asshole.”
Sonic groaned his agreement, tail wagging furiously behind him. He ripped off his gloves and leveraged himself on the edge of the bed so he could bob his head, coming up only for the occasional gulp of air and to play with the tapered underside of Shadow’s dick. The hybrid tasted like dessert, and his sounds were the cherry on top. Shadow panted, gasped, groaned, and whimpered Sonic’s name, even if he may not admit to that last one. It made Sonic feel more powerful than anytime he’d gone super.
Was it so wrong to want more?
He brought one of his hands between Shadow’s legs, dipping it into the mess of drool and pre that soaked the fur around Shadow’s sheath and then moved it down. He glanced up in question as he brought a single digit to trace the puckered flesh of Shadow’s entrance.
Shadow leaned back, his toned stomach flexing in the dim light of the bedside lamp as he nodded. He widened his legs a little more. “Convince me.”
Sonic breached Shadow’s hole just as he closed his eyes and buried his nose into Shadow’s lower stomach, taking his partner to the hilt. He groaned, and let his throat constrict around Shadow’s girth until he choked, letting the harsh convulsions bring his partner even more pleasure. He moved to pull back for air but Shadow wound a hand in cobalt quills and pushed down on his head, holding Sonic down until the hero slapped his thigh twice, their silent signal for a pause.
Shadow let Sonic up immediately, and the hero pulled away with a coughing gasp for air. “Asshole,” he retched before making one finger two in retaliation. He pushed them in deep, ignoring Shadow’s hiss of displeasure because he knew this was exactly what his partner liked. The burning sting of too much too soon was something they both craved. Shadow made to push Sonic’s head back down, but Sonic held steady and curved his fingers until he felt the hybrid’s grip slacken with a rare soft sound. “One of those nights, huh Shads? You don’t want to be able to walk in the morning?”
Shadow bared his teeth, but his dick gave an eager twitch. Sonic smirked knowingly. “I can do that.” He dipped his head down to suck hard at Shadow’s tip until more pre coated his tongue and the hot walls surrounding his fingers tightened with impending orgasm. He broke away, but his fingers continued their relentless torment. “If you ask nicely that is.”
“Fuck you.”
“You could, but I know that’s not what you really want tonight.”
“What I want is for you to shut your damn mouth and focus.”
“Shadow,” Sonic chastised, “is that anyway to talk to your beloved husband?”
“Beloved? More like–” Shadow’s words turned to a high keen as Sonic took him down deep again and began to fuck his own throat. Inside, Sonic was relentless, pumping his fingers hard and deep and pressing mercilessly against Shadow’s prostate. Shadow’s legs trembled, his toes curled, his breath ceased–
And then it all stopped. For the second time.
“No!” Shadow cried, trying once again to get Sonic’s mouth back on him, but the hero only nipped his quad and tutted.
“Say please.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fine then.” Sonic leaned back onto his heels and rose to his feet, stepping back from a flustered and aghast Shadow. He moved to their closet and quickly dug out their box of goodies, snagging the lube and a decent sized dildo they didn’t often use.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Sonic shrugged and climbed back on the bed until he was leaning back against the pillows. He popped open the lube and coated two of his fingers on one hand before dribbling some over his cock. He made a face as the cool liquid met heated flesh. “I’m fucking myself,” he said, closing the bottle and dropping it to the bed. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“And yet you married me anyway,” Sonic replied. He fisted his length, maybe not quite so thick as Shadow’s, but still impressive, even without the cool add-ons his partner boasted. He moaned softly and bent his legs so his heels weren’t far from his ass cheeks, and his partner had a perfect view of everything between his legs. He circled his pucker, slickening it and making sure Shadow was watching before he abruptly pushed two fingers in. He fought the urge to close his legs, a grunt of exertion leaving him as he worked against the resistance of unprepared muscle. Perhaps he wasn’t quite as relaxed as he thought he would be considering Shadow had fucked him into the mattress that very morning.
Speaking of, his husband didn’t look nearly as pissed as he had a minute ago. Sonic bit his bottom lip, his own desires surging at the attention. “Like what you see, Dearest?”
“Don’t call me that.”
Sonic pushed in deeper, the knuckles on his hand pressing into his ass and rim. He gave his dick a quick pump, twisting his wrist a little as his hand swept over his tip. He moaned as he pleasured himself, maybe a little exaggerated, maybe not, but it had the intended effect. Shadow’s pupils dilated even more, and his gaze became fixated on what Sonic was doing between his thighs.
Sonic’s heart thumped wildly in his chest, pressure building in his lower belly from the weight of Shadow’s gaze. “You’re so fucking hot, Shadow,” he whispered, butterflies dancebreaking in his stomach when half-lidded crimson eyes met his. “I want you so bad. You’re in my head all the time. I could spend the rest of my life in this bed with you, and I’d die a happy hedgehog.”
Shadow rolled his eyes, but Sonic could see his husband’s muzzle flush in response to his words. “I want my hands on you constantly,” Sonic continued. “I think about the sounds you make when you come undone under me. Like that real deep one you make when you come sometimes.” Sonic curled his fingers, a sharp breath breaking his train of thought and making his next words shaky. “I’ve never heard another hedgehog make it, I don’t even think we can. It feels dangerous. Like you could break me, and you’re thinking about it, but I know you won’t.”
Shadow swallowed at that. “I could. I could break you.”
Sonic pumped his dick a little faster, trying to add a third finger even if he didn’t have enough lube. “Is that what you want?”
“I want you to stop trying to break yourself.” Shadow grabbed the discarded bottle and quickly dribbled more between Sonic’s legs before stilling Sonic’s hand and pushing one of his own dark fingers in alongside peach. Sonic’s mouth fell open on a silent gasp as he was stretched, his eyes meeting Shadow’s as the hybrid knelt over him. “I know you like feeling full.”
“You do too,” Sonic countered. His voice wavered a bit, breathless and betraying how close he was to his own breaking point.
“I do.”
Sonic rolled his hips against his and Shadow’s hands, and dropped his length in exchange for Shadow’s. The dark male’s reaction was instant, his quills rising and a rumble working through him. Finely honed muscles flexed under dark fur, tensing with pleasure and restraint.
Sonic took notice. “Please say please, Shadow,” he whispered.
Shadow’s head dipped down, pressing a featherlight kiss to Sonic’s lips. “How bad do you want me?”
Sonic almost whimpered. His dick was leaving a very wet spot on his belly and was so hard it hurt. Shadow forced another finger in when Sonic didn’t answer, the sting blending with the pressure against his prostate in such a way, Sonic swore he was one hard breeze away from coming. It was a lot. It was too much. It hurt a little and even so, his back arched into the burn and he groaned, the feeling of his and Shadow’s fingers moving together to stretch his inner muscles enough to have him edged to the point of euphoria. “Shadow!” Sonic whined. His legs quivered and his toes flexed. “So much–fuck. I want you so much.”
Shadow seemed to consider Sonic’s words, shifting his stance just enough that his middle finger was able to reach deeper than Sonic’s and gently stroke the hero’s prostate. Sonic’s eyes squeezed shut. His breaths were sharp and short. “Don’t! I’m gonna come, Shads. I’m so fucking close. Chaos, what you do to me–”
A deep inhale, a brush of soft tan fur against Sonic’s face, and Shadow’s mouth was at his ear. His voice, when it came, was soft, but held more command than plea. “Please,” Shadow whispered.
Sonic moved before thought could catch up. He rolled their positions, mourning the sensation of fullness that instantly left him but savoring the intoxicating feeling of his husband beneath him, legs parted, body soft and oh so willing. Just for him. Sonic kissed Shadow quickly before working his way back down the hybrid’s body.
“What are you doing?” Shadow asked impatiently.
“I didn’t prep you enough–”
“It’s fine.”
“It’s not.”
“It is. You know I don’t need prep.”
Sonic grabbed the lube and gave Shadow a stern look. “Just because you don’t tear doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”
Red-striped hands moved too fast to make out, stealing the lube and quickly slickening his fingers. He shoved the wet digits in himself with little fanfare, repeating the process with more of the viscous liquid before coating Sonic’s dick liberally. “Better?” Shadow grumbled.
Sonic gave him a dry, unamused look. “Now who’s being bratty? I’m still stretching you–”
Shadow’s legs wrapped around Sonic’s hips, bringing him close and holding him in place with unnatural strength. “With your dick.”
“Shadow–”
“I want it,” Shadow cut in. He kissed Sonic deeply, drinking down the lingering taste of his own cock on his husband’s tongue, and lost himself in the sounds Sonic couldn’t suppress. “It feels good to me like this.” He gently nipped Sonic’s bottom lip and then licked the spot he’d just been rough with. “Please,” he said again.
“Should have known you were a masochist from the start,” Sonic grumbled under his breath, but he stopped pushing away. He moved a hand between them and gripped his shaft so he could line himself up with Shadow’s poorly prepared hole. The spongy head of his dick slid easily along the ring of muscle, confirming, at the very least, that they’d used plenty of lubricant. “Stop me,” Sonic whispered. “Tell me if it doesn’t feel good.” He paused for a moment before adding his own soft, “Please.”
Shadow brought his hand up to work under blue quills and wrap around the back of Sonic’s neck. He gently pulled his husband down for a tender kiss. “I will. I promise.”
Sonic pushed himself back up, and pressed his hips forward, gently, but forcefully, pushing in. He watched his partner’s face carefully, checking for any signs in his features that he was hurting him more than he wanted or could handle, but Shadow only stared between their bodies with parted lips and eager breaths. “More,” the hybrid urged, “I’m not fragile, and you know it.” He pushed his hand down, aiming for Sonic’s cock to force it in himself, but Sonic batted his hand away.
“Stop backseat topping!” Sonic snapped.
Shadow froze for a moment, but then burst into laughter. Sonic couldn’t stop his own grin. Shadow’s laugh did dizzying things to him. Still. Every time. No matter the context or situation.
“I believe it’s called power bottoming,” Shadow corrected. He cupped Sonic’s cheek and shook his head with an exasperated sigh. He met green eyes that mirrored the love he felt in droves. It was always there, ceaseless, constant, and more powerful than anything Shadow had ever felt before. Shadow traced down Sonic’s spine, making it clear he’d keep his hands out of the way. “The wheel is yours,” he acquiesced with a fond grumble. “Don’t fuck it up.”
“Good,” Sonic replied, amusement lightening his tone. “I’m a good driver, y’know?”
“Mmm, I’m not sure I would go that fa–shit! Fuck! Sonic–”
With increasingly strong, steady, inward pressure, Sonic finally slipped through Shadow’s entrance and found himself half-hilted all at once. The hero froze, groaning at the sudden vice-like heat that gripped him so tightly it was almost painful. Shadow’s cries and exclamations seemed far away but he responded anyway.
He always would.
“You good?” he struggled to coherently ask. All his blood was definitely in his dick. “Need me to pull out?”
“No! Don’t–” Shadow gasped. His legs bent at Sonic’s sides, thighs wide and parted in offering. “More lube and then don’t stop. Don’t stop. I want it as hard and fast as you can manage.”
“Fuck…” Sonic closed his eyes and took a deep breath, fingers digging into the comforter as he tried to reign in his orgasm. “You’re gonna make me bust just like this. Chaos.” He took another deep breath and fumbled for the bottle before using more where his body met his partner’s. He pulled out just a little and pushed back in, working the lube where it needed to be and then repeated his question from before. “Good?” he asked breathlessly.
“Good,” Shadow confirmed. “Don’t hold back. I want all of it. Everything you have. I want you to break me.”
Who was Sonic to deny his husband what he so desperately wanted? Sonic thrust deep, hilting himself in one go. It was harder without the prep they normally did, Shadow’s body more resistant, but if Shadow’s sounds were any indication, the hybrid certainly didn’t seem to mind. Sonic set a punishing pace, showing no sign of mercy. “Like that?” he asked through panted breaths. “You like it when I’m rough with you?”
“Yes!” Shadow managed to gasp out. “So much. You’re so deep–”
Sonic hoisted one of Shadow’s legs over his shoulder, spreading him further and fucking him with everything he had. One hand held him up, the other wrapped around Shadow’s dick, pumping him hard and fast. “I want you to come for me, Shadow. Come for me, and then I’m not stopping, okay? I’m gonna keep going, and you’re going to take it because I know you can, and I know you want to.”
A faint whimper broke free from Shadow’s throat, and he nodded vehemently. “Close, so close. Don’t stop again. Please, don’t stop again.”
“I won’t, I promise. I can feel you getting so tight around me. Give it to me, let me hear how good I make you feel. Make those pretty sounds for me.”
Shadow’s head tipped back on a cry that started silent and then bellowed out of him as his body convulsed, and his cock twitched frantically in Sonic’s fist. Cum shot across his stomach, his chest, onto the pillows, even his cheek with the force of his orgasm. And true to his word, Sonic didn’t stop.
“Oh fuck–just like that Shadow, love it when you get super tight, like you’re trying to push me out, but you’re not going to, are you?”
Shadow’s back arched, his entire being trembling as he tried to stop the rapid pumping of Sonic’s hand. “Ah–too much!”
Sonic shook his head and tsk’d. “Nuh uh, Shads,” he said, ignoring his husband’s push for repose, knowing full well the hybrid would use their safe word if needed. “This is what you wanted, remember?”
Shadow let out a shuddered whine as he frantically nodded. His breaths came fast and shallow, and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, overstimulation driving him to twitch and jerk uncontrollably, but even so he didn’t say their safe word. Overwhelmed or not, Sonic was giving him exactly what he wanted.
“That’s my second favorite sound you make,” Sonic said softly. His gaze was intense, never leaving Shadow’s face as he watched the shades of pleasure wash over his partner. “That high one, the little broken thing that tells me I could do anything I wanted to you right now and you’d like it.” Sonic groaned as Shadow’s inner walls went wild with the involuntary spasms of overstimulation. It was so tight, hot, and the unpredictable nature of it made Sonic have to fight back his own climax. He wasn’t done with Shadow. Not yet. Not even close.
He pushed in as deep as he could and ground his hips forward for a moment, pressing hard against Shadow’s prostate in a way that made the dark male cry out sharply. Sonic finally looked down at his hand, the one that was still milking Shadow’s semi-hard cock, and watched as a final bead of cum collected at the tip and rolled downwards. Shadow’s claws tore into the blankets like they were tissue paper, his back arching and spearing himself further onto Sonic’s dick as he whimpered and gasped for air.
“There you go,” Sonic soothed, finally releasing Shadow’s spent length. “I knew you had more in there for me.”
Words were beyond Shadow. His own spend was drying, cold and sticky on his fur, but he barely had a brain cell left to acknowledge it before Sonic built to his previous pace with little to no fanfare.
Shadow shouted random expletives and nonsense cries, nearly biting through his bottom lip as he tried to fight off more overstimulation. His ass was already sore, his walls sensitive, and every merciless drag of Sonic’s cock brought an intense, complicated blend of overwhelming pleasure and pain.
“You good, Shads?”
“Yes,” Shadow answered, the sound embarrassingly close to a squeak. “Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sonic answered, voice shaky with the effort and force of his pace. “I want you to come again for me. Can you do that?”
“Mm!” Shadow whimpered sharply, nodding to get his point across because if he opened his mouth for even a second more he was going to beg, and he was determined not to give Sonic the satisfaction.
“Good.” Sonic reached under Shadow’s legs and pushed them forward and up, effectively bending the striped hedgehog in half. His hands pressed down, keeping Shadow in place and using the back of his thighs as leverage, and then he let himself go. He gave Shadow everything. His lower half blurred, withdrawing and reconnecting with Shadow’s body at a speed most wouldn’t be able to tolerate, let alone enjoy.
Shadow wasn’t most.
The hybrid let out a sharp cry, followed by a harsh stuttered intake of air. His core muscles engaged, flexed so tight against the onslaught that when combined with the positioning of his body, his breaths could only come shallow and fast. His legs trembled, and his cock wept, hard once more and heavy across his stomach while every nerve between his legs screamed with a confusing onslaught of sensation that was immensely pleasurable but so intense it somehow became not enough. He wanted to come, he needed to come, it felt like he would combust if he didn’t, but he couldn’t.
It was too much, but he still needed more.
Sonic’s eyes glanced up from where their bodies met, the wet smacking echoing obscenely throughout the room as green met crimson. Whatever the hero saw there must have tipped him off because the next thing Shadow knew, his hips were being forced further upwards until he was damn near folded in half and his own dick smeared pre across his muzzle. Sonic moved his grip from Shadow’s legs to the headboard, using his lower half to help keep Shadow in place.
The new position forced Sonic to slow his thrusts, but it also allowed him more depth and an angle that–
“Fuck!” Shadow let out a choked cry, as his prostate was hit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck–” he blabbered, his words and sounds now completely out of his control. He broke into a high whine, one that Sonic would probably hold over him later, but he could barely get in enough breath before it was repeated again, turning into a needy whimper that begged where his words would not. He gripped the blankets, his muscles so tense and coiled they trembled endlessly, and his claws cut through fabric and pricked the soft flesh of his palms. He was stuck, stuck on the edge and desperate to go over, he just needed–
“Suck yourself,” Sonic panted as he ground against Shadow’s ass for a minute. He looked down at his partner, sweat beginning to bead at his temple and darkening the fur there to navy. He tipped his head down, gesturing toward Shadow’s leaking cock. “I wanna see you come with your ass and your mouth full.”
Part of Shadow wanted to say fuck off. Part of him wanted to kick Sonic on his back and fuck him so hard he screamed. Maybe knock that smug look off his face while he was at it.
Neither of those parts won.
Shadow opened his mouth and did as he was told. Sonic helped, using a hand to guide Shadow’s length to and then past his lips.
Shadow vehemently disliked the taste.
He loved the feeling.
Sonic groaned as he watched every forward snap of his hips simultaneously force Shadow’s dick deeper into the hybrid’s mouth. The sight alone was one he wanted permanently seared into his mind. It was enough to have everything in his lower belly tightening and his breaths pausing with the nearness of his climax. He sped up, trying to time his peak with Shadow’s, but for once, he wasn’t fast enough.
With a sputtered, muffled cry of shock and pleasure, Shadow came. His inner walls bore down on Sonic’s dick in a vice so tight Sonic could barely move, could barely do more than let out a shout of surprise. He watched as Shadow’s eyes widened and watered, choking slightly on a sudden mouthful of cum.
“Swallow it,” Sonic immediately demanded. “All of it.”
Shadow frowned, brows furrowing with irritation and growing post-nut clarity. The face that told Sonic Shadow was about to start arguing.
So Sonic started fucking him again.
Hard.
The shocked whimper Shadow let out in response would fuel Sonic’s fantasies for a long time to come. As would the sight of Shadow’s throat convulsing as he swallowed down his own cum around the dick in his mouth. The sounds, the visuals, the feeling of Shadow’s ass clenching in powerful rhythmic pulses–it was so good, so fucking good. Sonic just needed it to last a little longer, he was so close–
Shadow whined softly, but this time it was different. This wasn’t the same pleading noise from before, this was a true vocalization of need. One that didn’t ask for more, but less. Shadow hadn’t tapped out, and he may have asked for it rough, but Sonic didn’t have it in him to ignore the fact that his husband was struggling.
He slowed his thrusts and gently brought Shadow’s legs back to the bed. Shadow gulped for air once his mouth was free and his chest could fully expand. The limbs on either side of Sonic trembled uncontrollably, and Shadow still hadn’t untangled his fingers from their shredded comforter. The hybrid’s chest rose and fell with quick, raspy breaths, and Sonic swore he could see the jump of Shadow’s pulse in his neck.
He lowered his body to meet his partner’s, careful to give him space to catch his breath and recover. He peppered kisses against Shadow’s muzzle, his face and neck, anywhere he could reach. “You did so good, Shads,” he whispered. “You were amazing.”
Shadow didn’t respond immediately and Sonic didn’t expect him to. Their lovemaking had been intense, and words were hard. He continued to soothe and praise until Shadow’s breathing returned to normal, and his body relaxed into the bedding. He pressed one last kiss to Shadow’s forehead and went to pull out, but those shaky legs proved strong as steel when they gripped his hips and stopped him from moving away.
“You didn’t come,” Shadow stated, voice raspy from overuse.
Sonic pushed himself up enough that he could see Shadow’s face and shrugged. “No biggy. I’ll just finish off in the shower real fast. Making you feel good was the whole point.”
“You made me swallow cum.”
“I didn’t make you do anything–”
“It tastes terrible.”
“Beg to differ,” Sonic began to ramble, “to one with a more refined palate it’s–holy shit–Shadow–fuck–”
Shadow smirked and drove the dildo in his hand deeper into his husband’s still prepped and ready hole. The hero hadn’t noticed Shadow’s blind fumbling to the side, and the look on his face reminded Shadow just how sweet revenge tasted. “You’re not done until I say you’re done,” Shadow growled, hilting the silicone and ramming it in deep, just how he knew Sonic liked it. “You’re not leaving this bed until you’ve filled me up.”
Sonic groaned, eyes half-lidded as he met Shadow’s. “That’s a dirty trick,” he panted.
“I never said I played fair,” Shadow shot back.
Sonic struggled for a moment, his body warring with what it wanted more. Should he arch into the fake dick that was splitting his ass open, or bury himself deeper in his husband’s still twitching insides?
Both, he decided. Both were good.
He rocked into Shadow with a hungry moan, the other letting out a soft grunt in response. The pace of the silicone in Sonic’s ass faltered for a moment, but only one before it joined him in a steady motion of in and out.
Shadow worked the dildo in time with Sonic’s thrusts, dark legs coming up around blue just as Sonic dipped his head down to capture tan lips in a deep, heated kiss. Shadow tasted like sweet cinnamon and chocolate with a hint of residual cum and Sonic couldn’t resist a better taste. He worked his tongue deeper into Shadow’s willing mouth and dined until he felt near dizzy from lack of air, and even Shadow was back to gasping.
“You feel so good,” Sonic whispered as he finally broke away. “I want to make you come one more time.”
“Fill me up, and you will,” Shadow panted back. With one hand he reached for Sonic’s tail, pulling it up, almost painfully so, and with the other he fucked the dildo in harder and faster.
Sonic’s thrusts stopped, his ass arching up and his breath hitched and outright stopped. “There! Right there–fuck, Shadow! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m–”
That was all it took. After edging himself for so long, Sonic exploded. His body instinctively jerked forward, plunging as deep as possible into Shadow’s depths as he released. Each pulse of cum sent euphoria throughout each of Sonic’s cells, forcing little broken cries from his throat that rivaled Shadow’s from earlier. He wasn’t sure how long his climax lasted, longer than usual to be sure, and it wasn’t until he started to return to his physical form that he realized Shadow had stayed true to his word and come with him.
The hybrid shook like he’d been left outside in a blizzard, and his breaths were short and stuttered. Sonic slowly withdrew from his husband, the silicone dick slipping from his ass with the motion. His muscles clenched around nothing, feeling empty, but he ignored the urge to slip the dildo back in.
Shadow must have felt the same because he made a soft sound of complaint when Sonic pulled out and immediately tried to close his legs against the flow of cum attempting to exit his body. Sonic bit his lip as he sat back, eyeing the place where he’d claimed and marked his husband, and noted the slight gape and trickle of white. A swell of possessiveness came to life in his chest, and his cock twitched with interest and approval.
“Don’t even think about it,” Shadow growled, though he made no attempt to cover up or push Sonic away.
“Think about what?” Sonic asked innocently, even if his dick was half-mast again.
Shadow swatted at him and tried to sit. “We’re going to bed.”
Sonic plopped dramatically on top of him, burying his face into the crook of Shadow’s neck and blowing a raspberry.
Shadow yelped and then cursed. “Sonic!”
“What?”
“You’re making me–there’s cum everywhere!”
“Yup.”
“Could you at least get a towel?”
“What’s the point? Not sure if you noticed, but these blankets are wrecked.”
A pause followed, then a sigh. Under him, Sonic felt Shadow’s muscles relax slightly. He snuggled in closer until he felt Shadow’s arms reluctantly encircle him. “That’s the second set this week.”
Sonic shrugged, eyes dipping shut. “It’s getting better. How many did we go through last month? Four?”
“Yes, but I was gone the first week of December and the month isn’t over.”
“So what I’m hearing is, there’s improvement, and you think we’ll do this again.”
Shadow inhaled deeply, as though it would give him more patience, and pressed his lips to Sonic’s head. “You’re ridiculous.” Another kiss, this one even softer than the first. “I love you.”
Sonic smiled into Shadow’s chest fluff. “I love you too. We should do that simultaneous fucking thing again. That was hot.”
“It was,” Shadow agreed, “but if you ever make me suck my own dick again, I’ll break yours in two.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“I would.”
“Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad.”
Shadow let his head fall back on the covers, his eyes closing with exhaustion, his body blissfully sore in all the right ways. “Fine. It wasn’t horrible.”
“Sooooo we can do it again? Because I almost nutted just watching.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t not say it either.”
Silence fell over the two, Shadow too tired to argue and Sonic considering that a victory on multiple levels. “We really can’t fall asleep like this,” Shadow mumbled. “We need to shower and change the bedding.”
“I’m not even tired now,” Sonic yawned. “We totally won’t.”
They did.
A few cities over, half a dozen hours later, a white bat sipped from a fresh cup of coffee as she waited for her laptop to reboot. The mug felt wonderfully warm between her cold hands, the room’s temperature chilled more than she cared for from the weather outside. A room away, her partner still slept, spent and recovering from the night before. She’d been needy and demanding well into the evening, and he hadn’t let her down.
He swore he never would. Not ever again.
She was starting to believe him.
The soft chime of a new notification immediately gained her attention, a small bubble telling her she had a fresh download awaiting her review. She set her coffee down on the end table and pulled her computer into her lap. She pushed up the arms of her robe and typed with all the skill of a veteran hacker.
It had worked.
Finally.
Her wings fluttered behind her impatiently as she waited for the images to load. The motion-triggered device she’d planted in Sonic and Shadow’s bedroom was meant to take a dozen images every two minutes for a maximum of ten once triggered. She’d intended to snap a quick shot of them kissing, or even getting a little handsy. Something to tease and possibly blackmail them with.
It wasn’t what she got.
She’d used the wrong tech.
In her hurry to hide the camera, she must have grabbed the wrong one. She didn’t get an image. She got video.
Her mouth fell open as she watched the two quickly progress from exhausted poses to devouring each other. The quality was rough and grainy, having only been able to steal older tech, but even though Sonic and Shadow were effectively ken dolled, she was able to get a damn good idea of what was happening. A voice in the back of her mind told her she should shut it down, delete the file, stop looking, stop watching, but–oh damn, she could learn a thing or two from blue, and–pink bloomed across her face–and apparently Shadow too.
Warmth flooded between her legs as ideas sprang to her mind. She abruptly closed the laptop, not bothering to delete the file.
What could possibly be a better anniversary gift for her two favorite hedgehogs than a video of their (freaky) lovemaking?
For now….
She pushed open her bedroom door and beelined for her dresser. The top drawer contained no socks, no underwear.
Only sex toys.
She pulled out a dildo and eyed it while glancing back to her bed where Knuckles still snored softly. She tossed it back inside and grabbed a bigger one. The Guardian of the Master Emerald could take it.
“Oh Knuckie….” she called sweetly, “I have an idea….”