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"Quiet!" Shadow tries to smother the moans that Sonic makes with his hand. He pauses as the sound of heavy footsteps makes its way down the hallway. Sonic didn't seem to care about getting caught as he starts to squirm underneath him. He takes his hand off of his dick and presses him into the carpeted floor of their bedroom even more.
His ear flicks as those footsteps glow closer, "Shut up-" he stifles his own groan as Sonic rolls his hips up and he can feel the way he smiles under his hand, "Get us caught and you're dead." Those footsteps stop at door and he feels even Sonic stop underneath him.
A tentative knock at the door makes his blood run cold, "Elder Robotnik? Are you two okay?" He looks down to find Sonic staring at him with wide eyes.
"I-" he clears his throat, "We are." He hopes to God that he sounds like he isn't about to rail his mission companion into the ground.
"Okay, Elder Green and I heard a bang and were concerned."
He could feel Sonics smile return and he knew that he had to end this conversation quickly, "The chair fell," (A chair did fall but it was mainly the way he had thrown Sonic to the ground that had caused the noise.) "Nothing-" his voice wobbled as Sonic chose that moment to grind his hips up, he shot him a look that scream 'I'm going to fucking murder you.' To which Sonic batted his eyes innocently, "To be concerned about." Sonic continues to roll their hips together.
The elder at the door pauses, "Are you sure?" Dear God, he wanted to bash this guy's head in. He needed him to leave before he lost his composure and fucked Sonic into the ground, consequences be damned!
Maybe Sonic could sense his growing anger and decided to take over before things got out of hand, "All good, can you let us study now?" He winks up at Shadow and gives a particularly hard roll of his hips. His smile is wide and cocky as he toes the line of danger.
Still, the guy pauses, "If you say so…" they listen as the heavy footsteps grow quieter until they could hear them going back downstairs.
"I think-" the rest of what Shadow was going to say was smothered by Sonic's lips as he yanks him back down, "You," he says breathlessly as he pulls back, "Are insufferable."
Sonic shoots him a cocky smirk, "You like it."
Shadow huffs in response as he pulls Sonic back in for a rough kiss. He can't tell him that he's right and that he has fallen for him despite the fact that their relationship was supposed to be purely transactional. Two repressed homosexuals forced to go preach the gospel of a cult letting off some steam, nothing more and nothing less. Of course, he had to go falling for the one person that he was never supposed to.
An almost harsh bite to his bottom lip pulls him from his thoughts, "You good?" Sonic presses his forehead against his, making him notice how his green eyes sparkle in the low light of their bedroom.
He's never been better. With a nod he pulls him back in as he begins to grind their hips together again, "Lube?" He pants. Missionaries weren't supposed to have lube, (or really do anything remotely close to their very hands-on tango) so they had to find ways to get it. Which usually involved the nice lady at the corner store giving them the almost expired product for free.
"We're out," Sonic gasps as their dicks rub together, "I checked earlier."
Shadow's hips came to a stop causing the blue hedgehog to whine, "You're telling me you did all of this and knew that we were out?"
"So..?"
"Sonic, you asked me to and I quote rail you so hard that you'd forget your name," he doesn't miss the shiver that runs through Sonic's body, "While you knew that we didn't have the means to do so?"
Sonic opens his mouth and he cuts him off, "I know what you're going to suggest hedgehog, and it's a no."
"Ugh, fine," Sonic lets his head thump against the ground and he hopes that elder meddlesome downstairs doesn't come back up, "Well then what should we use?" They began to look around the small room from their position on the floor, which made it hard to see but their room was also sparse with items.
"Well we've got lotion?" Sonic nods his head towards the forgotten bottle of cinnamon-scented lotion given to Shadow by a sister missionary. (A very weird gift to give to a brother missionary but that's beside the point.)
Shadow shakes his head, "It's scented." Sonic blows a raspberry at him.
"I'm pretty fast, there's the hand soap in the bathroom?"
He signs, very dramatically, "Again that's scented, and has those weird beads in it." Sonic rolls his eyes but for once listens to him, thank God because he has almost no self-preservation.
Another glance around their room and he sees his wallet on the corner of his desk, "I have an idea," he climbs off of Sonic and he totally didn't hear the soft whine from his partner, this was after all only transactional.
He grabs the black wallet and then crawls back over to him, ignoring the shiver he feels come from the other hedgehog as he startles his thighs. Flicking open the wallet he searches through useless business cards and different pictures of the temples until he finds what he wanted. He pulls it out only to be met with the photo of him and his sister, Maria at her high school graduation.
The hedgehog underneath him shifts and he quickly remembers the situation that he's in, causing him to feel a rush of embarrassment as he tosses the wallet back on the desk. He holds a black packet between two fingers and smirks down at his partner.
"Is that consecrated oil?" When he nods, Sonic's face lights up with a grin, "Are you going to give me a blessing elder Robotnik?"
"Not if you call me that again," he tries to smother the reaction that Sonic's laugh brings, the joy that bubbles in his chest. He goes to open the packet only to realize one problem, unlike lube this doesn't have a self container, and this is his only packet and he needed to have every drop.
"That ones not been used," he looks down to find Sonic pointing to the windowsill above his bed.
He knew that mug, "No way."
"Why not?" Sonic looks at him innocently as he starts to trance his thighs with his fingertips.
He shivers, "It's blasphemous-" he chokes as Sonic suddenly grabs his dick and begins to stroke it.
"Aw Shadow," he clicks his tongue, "I think we've gone far past that by now." His mind is cloudy with lust as Sonic's other hand circles behind his back to find his tail. He bites back a moan as he bucks into Sonic's hand. "Come on Shadow, I want you to fuck me while we still have the chance."
His brain comes to a screeching halt, "What did you say?"
Sonic quirks an eyebrow at him, "That I want you to fuck me? Is that not what you-" he leans down and smashes their lips together. It shouldn’t turn him on so much hearing Sonic curse, but something about how it sounded made him want to do anything he asked of him.
Gently he shoos Sonic's hands away as he stands on shaky legs to reach the mug, he has to climb on top of his bed to reach it. In his haste to grab it the mug tips over the edge and would've smashed on the headboard if not for his quick reflexes. Sonic snickers and he shoots him a glare, making a point to clean the dust out with his blanket.
"Ah, gross dude." Sonic pouts but doesn't do anything else about it.
Smirking, he drops the blanket and makes his way to his partner, "I wouldn't complain, you'll forget it happened after what I plan to do to you." He relishes in the way Sonic bites his lip as his hips cant upwards, chasing what wasn't there.
He kneels between his legs as he sets the mug on the ground within reach. The picture of Christ with the words, 'Come unto Jesus' in bright blue cursive font faced them. (He doesn't realize till later that Jesus watched them fuck)
Grabbing the packet he tears it open with his teeth, somehow not spilling a drop. He pours it into the mug and he faintly smiles at the way Sonic breathes faster in anticipation. The oil is cold when he dips his ungloved fingers in it, by the way, it clings to his fur he knows that it'll be a pain to deal with later.
"Remember," he turns back to face Sonic. Even though he hasn't been touched yet looks like a complete wreck, "Stay quiet."
Shadow pushes his legs apart even further to gain better access, "I'm always quiet." As if to contradict that statement he whines as Shadow’s fingers slowly trace his entrance. He shoots him a pointed look that causes him to cover his mouth with his hand. Again he hears the voice at the back of his head wondering what it would be like to hear Sonic without the fear of getting caught. How loud could he make him scream, would he make noises that he's never heard before, or would he talk more?
Slowly he adds a second finger as he leans down and shoves Sonic's hand away. Instead, he kisses him, smothering and tasting those pretty moans with his lips. Sonic's arms come to wrap around his shoulders as he slowly moves his hips to match his fingers.
Pulling back slightly he looks down at the man below him, his quills are a mess, a blush runs from his chest to the tips of his ears, and his mouth is slightly open as he pants. Dear God, he looks magnificent.
Angling his fingers he hits Sonic's prostate dead on and it causes him to arch into his touch. He bites back a whine, conscious enough to know that he needs to stay quiet. The arms around him pulled him closer so that they could kiss. He opens his mouth and lets Sonic's tongue in, he traces his fangs carefully. (The first time he nicked his tongue which really ruined the moment.)
They pull apart to rest their foreheads together. Something that maybe people with an undefined relationship who just happen to sleep together don't normally do. He shoves that thought aside and chooses to live in the moment, he listens to the sound of Sonic's harsh breaths, the feeling of his arms around him, and how his eyes sparkle in the low light.
"Think you're ready?" Shadow already knows so but it doesn't hurt to ask. Sonic nods and he pulls back to grab more of the oil, he has to stifle a groan as he sticks himself up. Maybe if he wasn't so focused on the man underneath him, he would've thought about the oil mess he'd left on their off-white carpet. That would be a problem for future Shadow to deal with.
Sonic flips to his front, his head turned so he could watch Shadow. He grips his hips and slowly pushes in, both of them trying to quiet their groans. Leaning down he leaves kisses against his shoulder until he bottoms out. He gives Sonic a moment to adjust until he feels him rock back into him.
He pulls back and then snaps his hips forward as he sets a slow but hard pace. Sonic's eyes squeeze shut as one hand comes up to cover his mouth, and his other hand tries to find something to grip. Balancing himself with one hand he does his best to intertwine their hands, giving him something to ground himself with.
It's almost impossible for him to not speak. He feels the need to praise Sonic for how good of a job he's doing, how well he's taking him, and how he feels. From the one time, they were able to do this with no fear of anyone hearing, he saw how much words had an effect on him. He had blushed somehow even more and whined when he had complimented him. Thinking of that night pulled him closer to the edge than he thought it would.
Sonic's knees started to slip out from underneath him, and the grip around his hand became tighter. He knew that he was close by the way he started to shake and grab for something to ground him even more. To Sonic's surprise, he flips him over onto his back, careful to not cause too much noise.
He practically folds him in half as he enters him again, this time setting a much faster pace. As much as he would love to draw this out, map every inch of his body, see what noises he could draw out of those lips, he knew the longer they kept it up the more at risk they were of being caught. Sonic's legs tighten to an almost painful degree as they wrap around his torso. With every thrust, he hits his prostate dead on.
"I'm close." He whispers to which Sonic nods, he buries his face between his neck and shoulder. Once again he wishes to see what he'd look like as he came, he wanted those eyes on him as he writhed in ecstasy. He slips one hand behind his back to bring him closer, the other shaking as he tries to hold them up.
Sonic shutters before he bites down on his shoulder, muffling his scream as he came. That sends him over the edge as he bites back a groan. Slowly he works them through it until his partner is shaking with overstimulation. Gently he pulls him up so that he's sitting on his lap, his legs wrapped around him as he licks at the bite mark he left. Shadow knows how much his partner likes to cuddle in the afterglow, and he can't lie about how much he enjoys it too.
He runs a soothing hand up and down his back as places love bites against his neck and shoulder. For once he's happy that they are forced to wear those stuffy suits as it lets him mark his partner without fear. Sonic purrs in his hold and he can feel how his breathing slows down to the point where he's going to fall asleep.
Unfortunately, he doesn't think that he can let his partner do that even though he so desperately wants to hold him while he sleeps. He wants to run trance his features with his fingertips and run his hands down his back. In his dreams he imagines what it would be like to wake up to Sonic still in his arms, feeling his sleep-warmed body against his. Instead, he always wakes up cold as Sonic returns to his bed before they can get caught.
He goes to push Sonic back when he stops and feels his partner freeze. A low-clicking noise mixed with the sound of Sonic's light purrs, "Are you purring?" The other hedgehog pulls back to stare at him.
"I think so?" The last time he had purred had been when he was a child. He had climbed into her bed after he had woken up from a nightmare. His sister had run her fingers through his quills as she told him a bedtime story that she’d made up on the spot. That was the first and last time that he had felt so content as to purr.
Sonic's eyes lit up as he cupped his face in his hands, "I love it." He brings him in for a kiss that is slow and sweet, both of them purring louder than before. They break off and press their foreheads together, basking in the moment.
"Please do it again for me," Sonic whispers against his lips.
It's terrifying to him, how much he wants to admit his complicated feelings for him right there. He brings him back in for a kiss, "I'll try." He says instead after all this wasn't the time to fall for him. No, they were just blowing off steam, nothing more and nothing less.