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“C’mon, Shads! Just one!”
“No.”
“But it's a new cameraaaa—”
Shadow’s eyes flashed with a warning just before Sonic caught a jab aimed at his face. He barely had time to react before he was sent sprawling onto the pavement.
“I said no.” Shadow repeated, standing over him with a glare sharp enough to cut through steel and his heart.
Flat on his back but ever the opportunist, Sonic grinned and swiftly raised the camera. Shadow was too high up to stop it. Besides! If it wasn’t a death stare, it wouldn’t be Shadow.
Click.
A bright flash confirmed his victory.
“You are infuriating.” Shadow grit out, stepping back as Sonic dusted himself off.
“Hey, you knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to hang with me!”
“I didn’t sign up for anything. You followed me out of the store.”
“Dude, don’t say it like that. Makes me sound like some creep.” Sonic muttered, shaking his head while the polaroid printed out.
“Whatever…” For someone who claimed to not want to be with him, Shadow stood waiting for Sonic to catch up to him, which he was quick to do after slipping the photo away.
“I already told you at checkout, but—I was thinking you could help me put up some photos at my place later. I got some extra prints back home and… I dunno, seems like a two-man job?”
Shadow squinted at him. “Pathetic.”
“That’s not a no!” Sonic countered with a grin.
With a sigh, Shadow had seemingly had enough. A green spark of chaos energy flickered, illuminating the sidewalk for a brief moment—then he was gone.
No definitive answer.
But maybe, he’d come around…
Sonic let himself into his shabby home, dropping the bag of miscellaneous groceries he’d picked up during his impromptu time with Shadow. Green Apples and what not. With a strangely content sigh, he ambled toward his bed, exhaustion settling in after a long week. Tired too if he’s being completely honest. Running around and trying to decorate his home. He was sitting one day and realized there were more trinkets than actual photos of his friends and well that just wouldn't do.
Plopping down onto silk sheets, (gifted ones from Rouge because of course he’d never buy something this nice for himself), he couldn’t stifle the obnoxious groan. His body sank into the smooth fabric, muscles finally relaxing after the day’s runaround.
He should be ready to sleep, or at least nap.
And yet, his mind wouldn't settle.
The familiar back-and-forth with Shadow still lingered in his thoughts. The sharp barbs, the thrill of dodging his punches, the way their banter always felt like teetering. Even though today’s time with him wasn’t like that, still, the awaiting excitement carried in the air. Actually, he kind of liked the domesticity of it all today. It’s so funny, Shadow in his brooding comes off like a ticked-off wife.
Giggling, he rolled onto his side, arm draped over his waist as his fingers idly brushed the sheets beneath him. A lazy smile tugged at his lips.
In his slow rustling, something slipped from his quills.
A soft flutter against the bed.
Sonic blinked and turned, finding the very photo he’d taken earlier. The one he’d so casually tucked away.
He reached for it, fingers hovering for a moment before finally picking it up. The moment frozen in time—Shadow standing over him, looking like he was ready to tear the camera from his hands, crimson eyes burning through the frame the same way they would during their usual fights. And not fights. Makes one wonder what he would be like in other circumstances…
Sonic swallowed.
The longer he stared, the amusement in Shadow’s glare came to vision, So subtle yet there. A slow breath left Sonic, but he barely noticed it.
His thumb grazed over the glossy surface of the photo, tracing the curve of Shadow’s mouth—caught in the middle of a scowl, sure, but what if… what if that mouth softened? What if that scowl was just barely holding back something else entirely?
Chaos…
Heat prickled up the back of his neck, flushing all the way to the tips of his ears.
He hadn’t realized his breathing had picked up.
He shifted against the sheets, a strange but covertly familiar warmth pooling low in his stomach, creeping through his limbs like a slow-burning fire.
He could picture it—Shadow standing over him just like this, except this time, he wasn’t angry. This time, that red gaze wasn’t cutting—it was hungry. Looking at him like he was worth chasing, pinning down, claiming.
Sonic squeezed his eyes shut, gripping the photo just a little too tight.
Because god, he wanted to be the object of that look.
He wanted to know if Shadow pictured him like this, too.
If he was in the frame from Shadow’s point of view.
If he felt the same.
Sonic’s breath came faster now, chest rising and falling with the pressure building inside him, mind too dazed to stop his hand from drifting lower.
Shutting his eyes to hide away the shame of what he knew he was about to do, he turned onto his stomach and brought the picture with him. Knees shuffled up under him to get a better view of his newly prized possession until his ass was embarrassingly up in the air and legs spread wide between him. Position vulgar enough to feel the phantom sensation of another pressing down against him. And such indecorous to not need to coax himself out.
Imagination hyperactive and filling in the space, he reached down and grabbed his half-hard member tightly, hips jolting at the sudden touch. It had been a while since he’d stooped low enough to touch himself.
Not that there’s anything wrong with it! There’s just better ways for him to cope with his frustrations and he’d reserve this for the late nights in which his consciousness was fading too quickly to get up and go for a run.
Though he wasn’t physically tired now, hanging out with Shadow and especially alone, seemed to become harder and harder for him.
Just like his cock at the thought of his rival.
“Mgh– I–” Sonic coughed out, loosening the grip around his cock to pump himself up and down slowly. Merely, he opened the eye that wasn’t being mushed into his own bedsheets to glance at the photo of Shadow.
Sparkling red eyes
Words couldn’t describe how Sonic feels for him but the corniest way of an attempt would likely get him hit over the head. Still he chuckled under his breath at the dismayed reaction Shadow would have if he tried. “Ultimate cuteness” would surely get even the chaos emeralds knocked out of him in super-form.
His short laugh turned into a moan as he had sped up just jerking unconsciously, he arched his back at the zaps of pleasure he felt in his spine and felt himself salivating. Hungry, just at the thought of his faker.
It was so easy to fall into the fantasy of the other. He wondered if he’d take him like this. Or loom over him, showcasing all that ‘ultimate’ power right into him. Bring Sonic’s own ankles up his neck and just really drive–
His breath hitched and he gasped out. His body tensed as he teetered on the edge, pleasure curling tight in his gut.
“Sh-Shad–”
A sudden green glow swallowed the room.
Sonic’s eyes snapped open and he caught the reflection of the light flickering out against his wall. He snapped his head back and
There, standing at the foot of his bed, arms crossed and looking like he regretted every decision that had led him to this moment—
“SHADOW?!”
In his frantic attempt to not be caught in the most compromising position of his life, he jolted back—only to tumble off the bed with an undignified thud, the sheets tangling around him in a mess of silk.
By the time he scrambled to sit up, he was barely clinging to any shred of dignity, only the fabric bunched around his lap and ungloved hand saving him from total humiliation.
“I-I wasn’t—”
“Save it.” Shadow cut him off, voice as flat as ever. “I don’t want to know.”
Sonic swallowed, clearing his throat as he quickly adjusted the sheets, sheathing his very compromised state before pushing himself up onto wobbly legs. He hid his compromised hand behind himself and ran the other hand through his quills, desperate to shake off the situation. “So… you came around, huh?”
Shadow tilted his head slightly, avoiding his gaze with the faintest ghost of a smirk curling at the edge of his mouth.
“And you almost did.”
Sonic did a full double take, ears burning so hot he thought he might combust.
Shadow, the bastard, just turned away with a huff, stepping toward the other side of Sonic’s house—but notably, not leaving.
Sonic stood there, stunned into silence.
Still reeling, Sonic scrambled to reassemble himself, tugging the sheets harshly into place as if that would somehow erase what had just happened. Shadow, on the other hand, acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. Like he hadn’t just walked in on Sonic at quite literally the worst possible moment.
So Sonic did what any normal, emotionally repressed guy would do—he pretended it didn’t happen, forcing himself to act like he totally wasn’t just seconds away from moaning Shadow’s name.
Which is how they found themselves putting up fairy lights.
Shadow sat on the couch flipping idly through a stack of photos while Sonic worked on hanging the string lights along the wall. Yes, gloves replaced. But anyway. The soft glow filled the space, reflecting in Shadow’s fur, casting a dim warmth over his face.
What was more surprising, though, was that Shadow had brought his own photos.
"Didn’t know you were the sentimental type," Sonic mused, glancing over as he adjusted the lights.
Shadow didn’t look up, flipping through the pictures. "I’m not."
"Uh-huh,” Sonic snorted. “And yet, here you are, pulling out your little scrapbook collection."
Shadow sighed but didn’t argue. Seems like he’d gotten his own prints at the local pharmacy, and though he hadn’t said much about it, the fact that he had them at all said a lot.
Sonic tilted his head, hopping down from where he’d been hanging the lights. He leaned over, trying to get a better look.
"What kinda pics we talkin’? Selfies? Landscapes? Ooh, wait—do you have one of me?"
Shadow’s grip tightened around the photos. "Don’t push your luck."
Sonic grinned. "So that’s a yes."
Shadow exhaled sharply through his nose, flipping past a photo a little too quickly, as if that would erase the suspicion. Before Sonic could press further, Shadow suddenly looked up. "Where’s the one you took of me?"
Sonic’s body stiffened, a split-second delay before his brain could even process what Shadow had just asked.
"The photo?" He croaked, suddenly feeling way too hot.
Shadow narrowed his eyes.
“Rightttttt that photo.” The one he had just been—
Nope. Nope nope nope. He was not thinking about that right now.
"Uh… probably left it in my room?" he said, rubbing the back of his head, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.
"I see. Better that way." Shadow said flatly, then, without missing a beat, nodded toward the lights. "Stay on the ladder and finish those. I already did my part."
Sonic paused mid-huff, realization clicking into place.
Shadow was avoiding putting up a picture of himself.
"Hey—no! You’re not getting out of this!"
Shadow sighed, already moving toward the other side of the room. "We’ll get it after."
Sonic groaned, slumping against the ladder. "After is just code for never, and I’m onto you, dude!"
Shadow exhaled, clearly done with the conversation. "Fine. Let’s go get it."
"Wait, what—!"
Shadow was already on his way to his room. Sonic perked up and rushed past him to beat him to it, oh of course. Races everywhere with them.
He flopped onto the bed, diving straight into the mess of sheets, pawing through them with zero concern. "Should be here somewhere," he muttered, tossing pillows aside.
Behind him, Shadow leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. His foot started tapping—a steady, impatient rhythm.
Sonic flicked an ear, still digging. "Dude, quit the tapping. If you’re so eager, you could actually help."
"Oh. I can help."
There was a soft creak in the floorboards. Then—a firm, solid pressure met the backs of Sonic’s thighs.
His whole body locked up.
Shadow was right behind him.
Not nearby. On him.
His hips pressed flush, the weight of his presence rooting Sonic in place. The kind of deliberate closeness that sent something white-hot shooting up Sonic’s spine.
His fingers clenched around the sheets. Oh, what the fuck.
"You know…" Shadow’s voice was low, smooth like silk over steel, the barest hint of a purr beneath it. "I just think it’s… interesting…"
Sonic blinked, his brain lagging.
Shadow leaned in, his mouth dangerously close to the curve of Sonic’s ear.
"The compromising position I found you in earlier…Happens to be exactly where you are now."
Sonic’s tail flicked, unbidden, betraying him.
Shadow noticed.
Oh, he definitely noticed.
"Aha—what," Sonic croaked, voice high-pitched, muscles tensed to hell as he turned to look at Shadow, who allowed the shift but didn’t let up.
Instead, his hands found the mattress, boxing Sonic in completely. Looming over him, Sonic’s legs under himself. “If you wanted this sight so badly, you could have just asked…”
“I- didn’t- I- uh-”
Making Sonic’s ear flick, “Tell me, is this what you wanted, Sonic?”
“I mean it’s not that I wanted wanted it. Not like I was desperate.” He stuttered out until he managed to school it to his usual swagger, “But you know, if you insist.”
Intrigued, Shadow tilted his head and Sonic bit his lip and untangled his legs from under himself to slide around Shadow, wrapping them around his waist.
Confused??? Shadow’s brows furrowed as he glanced down.
“Oh shit sorry I thought–” Sonic pulled back, breaking out from under Shadow’s hold. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable I–”
Blinking away his confusion for a second, “No it’s fine.” He rolled his eyes and sat at the edge of the bed and began unbuckling his air-shoes. Okay…
“It’s fine…?”
Shadow hummed and set his shoes tidy at the corner of the bed, brushed his quills back like he always does and glanced back at Sonic, chin on his shoulder as if bored.
“Okay Shads I’m at a loss here, help me out?”
With an eyeroll and a sigh, Shadow crawled up onto Sonic’s bed all the way to the frame and then settled on his pillows.
“Okay. Right.” Mimicking the other, Sonic kicked his classic red shoes off and jumped right next to Shadow. He didn’t really consider riding him because like…that seems kinda lazy for the ultimate lifeform but he has always been unpredictable.
With half-lidded eyes and his hands shut against his stomach, Shadow lazily turned his head to Sonic. “You have one chance, faker. Don’t push your luck.”
“Jeez,” Sonic laughed, “You really know how to swoon a guy.”
“I am not doing anything, let alone for you, blue hedgehog.”
“Wow the name calling, you must really have spent your time thinking about this, huh?” Sonic teased as he moved to straddle the other.
But, as he did that, Shadow sighed and opened his legs for him…
“Shads I don’t know if its your first time but I can’t really–”
“Are you going to fuck me or not”
Sonic stopped, one leg in between the other but still in mid-air. “Wait. Me fuck you?”
“Yes?” Shadow squinted at him, in clear disdain.
“Okay first of all,” Sonic settled between him, even if for the time being. “I don’t know why you’re acting like that was obvious, because it's not. You literally spend 24/7 talking about how you're the” –airquotes and a nerdy voice for emphasis– “‘ultimate lifeform’ so my bad dude I figured you’d be eager to keep that ego going and have something to hold above my head. Not literally. But like maybe, I don’t know I never thought about it that way, not saying I thought about it in other ways. Well yes but not like a lot. I’m not a pervert you know. You know?”
Pushing himself up to his elbows, “And I don’t know why you are acting like I would do anything for you.” Despite the words, he smirked. A fang shining through.
Mean, he’s still himself, suppose this could work. “Aw c’mon shads. Ya can’t even be the ultimate cock-sucking lifeform for me?”
Snarling, Shadow tossed his head back to the pillows and stared at the ceiling. Though his legs did come up and widen further for Sonic.
Not what he had pictured, but fuck. Yeah he wasn’t gonna pass up on this. Not even his deepest dreams could have imagined this sight. Shadow the fucking hedgehog sprawled opened for Sonic without him even trying. No seriously, he was ready to impale himself with Shadow’s dick he was not trying to get this impossible sight.
Again, Not. Complaining.
“Okay, being completely honest, I don’t know what I’m doing because I’m a total fucking virgin and ha not to make matters worse and not saying you shouldn’t trust meee but like I usually thought I would like bottom cause of course who would pass up the chance to dick down the world’s hero. I mean the ego-boost, am I right? Well I guess I’m not cause you passed it up. Though it makes sense cause you do nottt need anymore ego like seriously dude who goes around–”
“Sonic shut the fuck up and fuck me or I’m leaving.” He warned, closing his eyes in frustration.
“That is mean, Shadow!”
“I couldn't care less. You are giving me a damn migraine!”
“Yeah, and I’m going to give you a pain in the ass for the next week if you don’t help me out here.”
Groaning, Shadow sat back up on his elbows to glare at Sonic. Flatly, he announced, “I don’t need any lubrication. I am half-alien and they have…breeding…properties” He cringed, “That make it more effective to initiate. Though I cannot breed, it is still present regardless. I have a penis like you, you can fuck the hole under.”
“Yeah I knew that last part and you don’t have to sound like a biology lecturer. Killing the mood.” Sonic looked down to see yeah, Shadow did have a swollen pouch and then the other part must be lower.
“Bold of you to say, considering the insistent rambling.”
“Well you're the one getting hard from it so who’s at fault here?”
Shadow opened his mouth to object but Sonic pushed down on his pouch and felt the other turn rock-hard instantly. Yeah talk about breeding aid heh. Anybody else would call him easy without the whole alien explanation. Though. Though… yeah Sonic slipped out of his pouch at the mere touch of the other’s member through his sheath. He looked down and felt heat rush to his face.
So who’s really easy? Uh. Next question.
Shadow cambered his head to get a glance at what was making Sonic so flustered that wasn’t him. “Do mobians have enhanced breeding capabilities as well?” He asked softly.
“I uh–sure!!” Sonic said with a voice crack and went back to grab at Shadow to stifle away anymore questions.
He pushed down at the outline of the cock with his palm and watched as Shadow’s eyes rolled to the back of his head immediately. With three pressured caresses, his cock sprung out. And actually, Sonic was pretty damn glad he wasn’t taking that today. It was huge. Ridickulously so. Heh.
He was kind of hoping the perspective was helping him out here and he didn’t look small in comparison to Shadow. Not that he was small, he was above average or whatever but still. This black-arms crap is no joke.
Just like promised, there was a trickle of slick starting to flow onto the bedsheets.
“Do you want me to blow you or anything first? Cause I can” (and would love to please please please he’d imagined it so many times–)
“No. Just get on with it, it um–” He cleared his throat and settled back against the pillows, “It feels better that way. I don’t enjoy being touched there, it is a bit much at times even for myself.”
“Oh okay yeah cool I um, I guess I’ll just do it?”
Nodding, Shadow let one of his hands wander down to his own cock, grasping it but not jerking it. Guess he is pretty sensitive because he instantly arched up against the bed just with that.
Sonic clutched his own cock and did give it a couple quick pumps to straighten it into full hardness as he leaned back a bit to get a better look at Shadow. He followed the path of slick from the bed up to his twitching heat.
“Are you sure I can just…put it in? It looks like it’ll hurt.”
“Mhm!” Shadow mewled, stroking himself once, and Sonic watched as his hole was practically begging to be fucked.
“Okay, just let me know.” He shifted on the bed one last time, grabbing the bottom of Shadow’s thighs to angle better and pressed up close enough to where his tip was just about to make contact with the other’s heat.
Slowly, he pressed against it, and it seemed to be vibrating in anticipation. Pre-cum smearing against it as Sonic struggled to contain himself. Like Shadow, he’s not quite used to stimulation from this.
Both slick let him slide the head in quickly, Shadow gasping instantly.
“You okay???”
“Yes. Don’t stop.” He struggled to breathe out, eyes shut closed and his hand shutting around his cock even more tightly.
“Okay, okay.” Sonic muttered, getting more leverage from under Shadow’s legs. Practically just doing what he’d imagined, but the opposite. Shadow let himself get manhandled, like seriously just over the moon with having a cock inside him…guess.
Insane to think about, and there was no way in hell anybody would ever believe him if he said this happened, but oh well, that’s half the fun with them anyway.
“More…” Shadow said, dropping his hand from his cock to grab his own ankles and push them down on himself. Flexibility always both of their virtues. Still made Sonic’s jaw drop as the other looked up at him with his eyes struggling to stay open.
“Fuck–” Sonic gasped out as he slid in the rest of the way. “Here, I can hold you steady, Shads.”
Shadow whimpered as Sonic pushed his ankles all the way down and was fully pushing him into the bed. He even grew tighter, the slick not really helping so much as he clenched around Sonic. Body silently urging him to move.
Sonic shifted his own knees a bit to get even higher and then slowly pushed out with a moan.
One that matched the one that came out of Shadow’s mouth as he slowly pushed back in. And both repeated when Sonic pushed out a bit quicker this time, leaving the head in and then starting to get into a rhythm. In and out. Almost. Fucking Shadow.
Speed picking up in time with their moans. Shadow more of a whimperer, but that’s actually not that surprising. Of course, Sonic, as always, noisy in the bedroom like he was the one getting dicked down right now. Might as well have been because this felt so good. Shadow felt so good.
“Shads I–” he panted out in between thrusts, “I don’t think–”
“Mghm!” Shadow said, biting his lip and tossing his head into the pillows.
“Don’t think I’m gonna last much longer–” In. “I–” Out. “Sorry,” Again. “First time–” And again. “Ya know?” He huffed a laugh and choked as he felt the movement in his stomach from the laughter shake the pooling heat in his lower region.
“Fuck- I’m gonna–”
“No!” Shadow said, finally forming a full sentence since they started, “Please just a little longer please please please.”
“Okay okay! Please stop the begging or I’m going to cum faster–” He closed his eyes and forced himself to focus. “I’ll try” Dropping his head and furrowing his brow, he sped up his thrusts, pistoning into Shadow until the speed outdid the sensation.
Till he could only feel the slap of his thighs against the back of the other’s.
Till all he was feeling was the vibrations of Shadow’s full moans in his ears.
“Yes, yes, just a little more I–” Shadow gasped and arched, legs shaking uncontrollably under Sonic’s hold.
Concerned to make sure he wasn’t hurting him, Sonic opened his eyes to see Shadow’s cock spew out cum against his own white furred chest and face. He closed one eye and turned a bit away to avoid it getting in his vision, though clearly plastered all over himself.
It was the hottest thing Sonic had ever seen and seemed permission enough to push Shadow’s legs as much as he could down, with his own weight bearing down on the hybrid, and finally cum into him. Holding him down and keeping him steady as he jerked small thrusts to milk the rest of his cock in time with the grasping of Shadow’s insides.
With his eyes shut closed in strain, and hearing slowly coming back fully into focus, he heard Shadow let out a blissed sigh.
Shaking his own daze away, he carefully let go of his hold on Shadow and leaned back to pull out with an audible pop. He caught about a second glimpse of his own spend leaking out of his rival’s hole until Shadow shut his legs and turned on his side, grabbing a spare pillow and nuzzling onto it, comfortably.
Meanwhile, Sonic looked down at the mess on his bedsheets that Shadow had left with his own slick and the cum still trailing to where he had shifted to.
And as much as he’d really love to get this cleaned up because, again, they were a gift. Shadow had already settled on dozing off. Cum stained face and all.
You know for how much this guy talks about his 20-step skin care routine, this whole fuck didn’t really feel like more than 5-steps
But what does Sonic know anyway!
Can’t picture anything right apparently.