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There are very few things in this world that can successfully get under Sonic's skin, and Shadow's job is one of them.
It wasn't so bad at first, back when their relationship was still young. They were still trying to figure things out, trying to redefine their dynamic and decide what they wanted this to be. They were learning each other in a new way, transitioning out of the rivalry mindset and into something more. Shadow's time away on his missions for G.U.N. gave them both the opportunity to see how their feelings would last, to see if things would taper off as a passing infatuation or flourish with genuine yearning in each other's absence. Sonic was very delighted to discover that curiosity and lust were not the only driving factors for his side of the relationship, and he was even more delighted when the sentiment was reciprocated. Their time apart gave them chances to have their space and privacy— something both appreciated since they equally value their personal time— while also helping to foster the sense of "distance makes the heart grow fonder."
After the first couple of months, distance became less desirable for both sides with the growing enjoyment in each other's company. The more time they spent together as a couple, the more they really opened up to each other and developed a bond beyond their competitive natures. They still had their arguments and challenges, and they still found themselves racing or sparring when the mood struck. But they also had moments of quiet conversation where they just shared the space, relaxing and opening up about themselves more. Sonic can still remember the first time Shadow shared a memory about himself and Maria on the ARK, how he'd stayed completely silent and listened with rapt attention to every little detail. Shadow had appreciated being heard, and Sonic had been grateful to be given a peek into his partner's past.
Things only deepened from there as old tensions unraveled into new affection, and they shared new sides of themselves to each other. Shadow softened his edges and showed a gentleness that made Sonic's heart ache, leaving him flustered in a way that the hybrid admitted he adored. Hearing the normally sharp tone quiet into something warm never failed to make the blue hedgehog's heart flutter, and the first time Shadow called him "love" had him absolutely swooning. His partner turned out to be quite the romantic, though he only gets to see it when they're alone together. Shadow insists it's because he "has a reputation to uphold", but it's more likely because he's shy about being affectionate in public. Not that Sonic minds in the slightest; he likes being the only one to see that side of the black hedgehog.
When they finally shared their first kiss, Sonic knew for a fact that there would be no going back. The sweetness in Shadow's expression, the tenderness of every touch, the gentle and easy rhythm of their lips moving together, all of it fell so neatly into place as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Sonic had been a flustered mess afterward, blushing like mad and struggling to look Shadow in the eye lest he risk his heart bursting right out of his chest. That first kiss changed everything for them, and every day that followed shed any lingering shyness and hesitation they felt. Though Shadow remained more stoic and reserved whenever they were in public, their moments alone were filled with sweet words and loving touches that left Sonic giddy and smiling like an idiot. He lives for those moment where they can enjoy each other without any eyes on them.
Which is why Sonic has come to resent G.U.N. and Command Tower all the more with these stupid missions that Shadow has to be sent on. The longer his partner is away for work, the more Sonic has to suffer without those warm words and adoring kisses. It feels like genuine agony most days, the longing seeping into his very bones like ice gnawing at the marrow. He feels listless and antsy, not quite sure what to do with himself without Shadow there, and it makes his skin itch beneath his fur. He looks forward to every text— phone calls aren't always easy to manage, depending on the mission— to the point where sometimes he sits and stares at the screen as if willing Shadow to come crawling out of it. He often feels like he needs to be on standby for the moment he gets confirmation that Shadow has come back home or else he might miss it.
Yet again, he finds himself in this odd stasis where he lays on his bed with his phone by his head. He glares impatiently up at the ceiling of his room, counting the same little hairline cracks over and over in a feeble attempt to distract himself. Every minute or so, he snatches up his phone and opens up his messages to see if anything came through. He's very well aware that there is nothing, otherwise he would have heard the notification, but he can't help it. He and Shadow are officially six months deep into their relationship, and things are really picking up! It took him a while to warm up to it, but Shadow finally felt comfortable enough to try having sex for the first time. Like, actually the first time for him. Sonic had past flings that gave him a bit of experience, which helped in guiding Shadow, but their first time together was still equally shy and nervous. It had been awkward at the start, sure, but once that rhythm was set... damn, Shadow was good.
The emotional longing coupled with the physical need for his partner only made these long missions so much worse for Sonic, leaving him frustrated and lonely for the only person who could make it better. And this particular mission is undoubtedly the worst of them all. A full-blown political investigation into a potential scandal of immoral dealings between ambassadors of enemy territories, complete with military-grade intel procedures and seven-star ranked confidentiality. No details of the mission, no guaranteed deadline, minimal to no external contact, and no way for Sonic to have any peace of mind. The Ultimate Lifeform was fully capable of handling himself, but that didn't stop the worry and dread that came from the risks of such a high-level operation. Things are different now; Shadow is his partner, not just his friend, and Sonic feels his concern all the deeper now. It's been almost two weeks since he last got any form of contact from Shadow, just a quick and curt text confirming he's still alive and that he'd check back soon.
Sonic groans as he flops over onto his stomach on his bed, burying his face in his pillow with a heavy sigh. If he could just have one more text, one little text with something more than the bare minimum check in, maybe he could find the peace he needed to function. The blue hedgehog huffs a frustrated breath, his ears flattening on his head as he turns his face to glare at his unbearably silent phone. This sucks. This seriously sucks. He narrows his eyes at the quiet rectangle laying still on his bed beside him, willing the piece of technology to spring to life. Just one text, just one...
He flinches in surprise when it actually goes off, his quills flaring slightly with the sudden startle. His eyes widen as he stares at his phone, listening to the notification playing some sweet-voiced pop singer that Shadow likes. He blinks for a moment as if processing whether this is real or just a dream. This isn't a singular chime or a quick vibration; the song is playing, the specific ringtone his partner chose to sound when he calls. And that's what this is. A call. An actual phone call. Sonic immediately snatches up his phone as his entire demeanor brightens, his screen illuminated with the image of Shadow confirming that he's actually calling. Despite the chosen photo showing otherwise— one of the first dates they had gone on in public; Shadow had held up his middle finger in hopes of ruining the photo, but Sonic finds it to be an example of his natural charm— he has no doubt that his partner is excitedly waiting on the other end.
He doesn't hesitate to answer, life returning to him the moment he picks up. "Shadow!?"
The other end is quiet for a moment, only sounding with a soft breath of surprise, before that wonderfully soft voice slips like silk through the phone and into his ear. "Hello, love."
Sonic feels his heart soar at the sound of Shadow's voice on the other end, and he feels like he can breathe again for the first time in ages. His smile can barely be contained on his face. He hasn't heard that voice since before his partner left on this mission over a month ago, and he is suddenly very aware of how badly he'd missed it. He can't help but mirror the same tone as he responds, his relief evident in his voice.
"Shad.... it's so good to hear your voice again." Even though they're at a point of comfort with being honest with their feelings, even the more gushy ones, Sonic still feels a little flush of mild embarrassment warm his cheeks.
There is a sigh on the other end, something heavy and tired, but it doesn't stop the warmth from coming through. "I know. I'm sorry. I wish I could have called sooner."
"Hey, no worries. I know you're tied up with work stuff. Top secret mission and all that." Sonic tries not to sound bitter at the circumstances, but he has no doubt that Shadow catches it anyway. "I'm just glad you got the chance to call. How long are they letting you be on?"
Shadow is quiet on the other end for a long moment before he clears his throat, and there is no mistaking the mischief in his tone. "Ah, well... I may or may not be breaking protocol right now."
The blue hedgehog's expression shifts into something between shocked and impressed. He sits up in his bed and cradles the phone close as if trying to hide the conversation. "Wait... are you sneaking this call behind Tower's back?"
"What the Commander doesn't know won't hurt him."
Sonic breathes an incredulous laugh, his smile making his cheeks ache from how wide it is. "Wow, Shad. Breakin' the rules just for me? Gotta say, I'm pretty flattered. I knew you liked me, but I didn't know you were down this bad."
A little huff on the other end announces Shadow's own soft chuckle. "Don't let it go to your head. Besides, it's not like I'm relaying anything confidential. I just wanted to talk to my partner, that's all. If he gets pissy about it, then that's his problem."
Sonic gives a little snort at the last comment, but his heart warms at the sentiment that Shadow is willing to risk his job just to talk to him. It sends that same lovesick ache through his chest as he plops onto his back again, smiling stupidly up at the ceiling of his room. He absently toys with the edge of his pillowcase as he tries to pretend that Shadow is here with him, closing his eyes and keeping his full focus on the other end of the call. He visualizes Shadow being in the room with him, laying next to him on his bed while they talk. Sometimes it's nice when they cuddle up and talk about nothing together, just enjoying being together without any pressure for anything else... even though it usually does lead to more. Those are some of Sonic's favorite dates, if he's honest. Just being around Shadow makes him happy, like the hybrid's presence alone is his greatest source of joy.
Damn it, now he's in a super sappy mood, and it's making him feel all mushy inside. As much as he likes to tease Shadow about being down bad, he knows that he is way worse. How could he not be now that he's gotten to see behind the icy wall Shadow has kept up for years? Now that he knows the real Shadow buried beneath it all— sweet and considerate, patient and understanding, gentle and tender, physically affectionate to the point of being touch-starved— he can't help but be completely smitten. He sighs softly as he puts the phone on speaker and rests it on his chest, his voice quiet with his longing and loneliness.
"...I miss you."
"I miss you, too, love," comes the immediate response, all of the warmth and tenderness of those words making his heart swell. Being called such a sweet pet name never fails to make him blush like a lovesick idiot. "There is nothing I want more than to abandon this tundra hellhole and come back to you. If I could drop everything and run to you, I'd do it in a heartbeat."
The blue hedgehog's breath catches with the familiar flutter of his heart in his chest, flooded with intense emotion from the raw honesty and need. Those endearing words, said in that gentle and sincere tone, make his eyes burn with the feelings he's prevented himself from approaching. He swallows them back through the dryness in his throat, trying to find his voice again.
"...damn, risking a confidentiality breach and plotting desertion? Didn't realize the amount of court martials you were willing to take for me."
"Perhaps your recklessness has rubbed off on me," Shadow teases, and his smile can almost be heard through the phone. "You're always such a bad influence for me, even when we're miles apart."
"As if you don't love it."
"That's a matter of opinion."
"And that's not a 'no'."
"I never said it was."
"So you do love it."
Another little huff of a laugh. "...fine. I suppose I do enjoy your... spirited nature."
"I mean, hey, at least I'm not boring."
"Hmph. Far from it."
Sonic feels like he's on cloud nine right now, grinning ear to ear as his heart races in his chest. It feels so nice to talk to each other like this, slipping right back into their normal playful bantering as if no time has passed at all. He's longed to hear his partner again, and he's committing every single word to memory so they can play endlessly on repeat until the hybrid returns home at last. He rubs the fabric of his pillowcase between his fingers as he listens to the soft whisper of Shadow's breathing on the other end of the call. Even that alone makes him feel like he's flying.
"...I can't stop thinking about you," Sonic admits, murmuring the words as if confessing some embarrassing secret. "I couldn't quit worryin' about whether or not you were okay. I know you're a total badass who can take care of himself, but... I dunno, the quiet really gets to me."
"I know," Shadow answers, sounding a little guilty. "It's just... it's important to limit ways the enemy might trace us. Even a phone call could sabotage the whole operation."
"Yeah..." After a moment of quiet, the blue hedgehog attempts to put a little playfulness back into his tone. "Yet here you are, risking it just for me. You're more of a troublemaker than I thought."
"I suppose you're worth it, in the end." The words are said with such softness that Sonic feels like he might unravel at the seams in an instant.
"Hm... choosing me over national security is pretty romantic, y'know. I thought you didn't like grand gestures?"
"Typically, no, but this time I couldn't help myself. It's far too easy to forget the world at large when you consume my every thought."
Sonic's face warms with a rush of affection as he releases a shaky breath, feeling a little dizzy from those words spoken so lovingly by his partner. He's being so sentimental and romantic about all of this, and it has Sonic's mind swimming with overwhelm from it all. Shadow can be rather adoring and sweet when they're alone, but all of this one after another is more than he's used to. The black hedgehog must be just as lonely where he is, aching for him and longing for him with equal bone-deep intensity. The thought of Shadow laying awake at night, unable to sleep as he's plagued by thoughts of him, is rather comforting as they share in their mutual ache from such great separation.
"...Sonic."
"Hm?"
"I promise you, as soon as I can come back home, I'll make this up to you. All the time we've missed, I'll return it tenfold." There is conviction and sincerity in Shadow's words that burns in Sonic's veins like a vow branded into his blood. "Once I'm back, I won't be letting you out of my sight."
If Sonic could be left any more breathless, he would suffocate. How can Shadow be so passionate like this so easily? It's hardly the first time he's been like this, but it feels all the more intense being miles apart. The hybrid really is such a romantic and, despite his time teasing about it, Sonic is always left a melted mess from it all. It drives him crazy in more ways than he can count. He takes a moment to settle his racing heart before he responds with a teasing tone.
"You mean... in a romantic way? Or a sexy way?"
There is a soft huff on the other end, and he's delighted to hear his energy matched in Shadow's voice. "I can accommodate both. Although, I certainly have my sights set on the latter."
A new wave of excitement rushes through him as he envisions his partner's playful smirk with those words, and his chest is no longer the only part of him feeling warm. Memories of the last time they were intimate together return to him in waves, and he swears he can almost feel the phantom sensations that come with them. He sighs as he lets the visions of their last night before the mission flood his thoughts once again, almost purring in response.
Shadow's hands all over him, kneading and caressing in the most adoring and hungry ways that made him feel like he was being worshipped. That low and sultry voice in his ear, saying the most heartbreakingly beautiful things that left him squirming and whimpering. Soft lips and a rough tongue alternating their attention on his neck and his jaw, ravishing him and leaving him shivering and panting from the mixed stimulation. Those stunning eyes looking directly into his, so warm and affectionate while looking into the very depths of his being. Every shared breath, every echoed gasp, every eager moan, every whisper of his name in that unbearably loving voice, had consumed his mind and haunted his dreams long after the fact.
Fuck, just thinking about it makes him feel even more heated.
Sonic shifts a bit where he lays on his bed, feeling that familiar tension coiling in his hips as his pouch begins to swell. He frowns as he looks down at himself, watching the bulge twitch as his arousal starts to build. Damn it... how is it that just remembering having sex with Shadow gets him horny so easily? It's unfair that the hybrid has such a strong effect on him, especially when he's home alone and unable to live out these thoughts until whenever this bullshit mission is done. He won't be able to wait until then!
But maybe... maybe he doesn't have to. Maybe he can do it now.
Sonic lays his head back on his pillow as the thought occurs to him. It's something he's thought about before, but he was never sure how Shadow would feel about it if he asked. Normally he would want to know for certain, to have that clear and unquestionable consent, but he's too damn desperate to care right now. He can apologize later if he must. It might not be the real deal, but it would be a sufficient enough second that he could survive a bit longer without Shadow in his bed. As his hand sneaks down to his swollen bulge, he decides to indulge his selfish curiosity.
"Oh yeah? Well, then..." Sonic puts on a flirtatious lilt to his tone as he traces a finger along the slit of his pouch, working to encourage his erection forth. "What d'you have in mind?"
There is a beat of silence, just enough to note how the mood shifts on Shadow's end. Suddenly the hybrid's voice comes a bit quieter, lower in this throat with that subtle rumble that makes Sonic shiver. "You really want to know?"
"Mm-hmm. Definitely." Sonic keeps the strokes of his finger slow and tender, trying to emulate what his partner does to him. "C'mon, baby. Talk dirty to me."
His response is met with a deep hum of approval that invites the tip of his erection to peek out. Chaos, he loves those little sounds Shadow makes, especially in that deeper tone. He's convinced that his partner's voice alone could make him come.
"...to be honest, I don't think I'll have the patience to be gentle."
Oh, fuck yeah.
Sonic thrills at the idea of Shadow coming back so starved for him that he caves to more wild expressions of his desires. He feels his pouch pulse in anticipation as his eager cock slides out of its sheathe, standing at attention and waiting for contact. He scrambles to dig the bottle of lube out of his bedside drawer without letting his phone slide off of his chest, keeping quiet as much as possible so he doesn't get caught. Although he'd love for Shadow to know that he's touching himself on their call, there's something more exciting about trying to hide it and see how long he can get away with it. He carefully pops the cap of the bottle and pours a generous amount of the liquid into his hand before lathering it onto his needy cock, shivering at the little shock of pleasure that comes just from that motion alone. He really is worked up more than he thought. He needs this.
He makes a soft sound in his throat as he thumbs at the head of his length, tracing along the shape of it with a little bit of pressure for added stimulation. "Uh-huh? You wanna share some details about that?"
Shadow chuckles softly on the other end, clearly more than happy to continue. "I doubt I'll make it through the door before I have my hands on you. You have no idea how much I miss that body, feeling every inch of you and knowing that it's all mine."
A shiver makes it way down along the blue hedgehog's spine when he hears that, biting his lip as he slowly works his tip with his thumb. He loves it when Shadow talks like that. The hybrid's pride lends well into possessiveness, which always results in sultry declarations of mine, mine, mine in the heat of things. He can already feel his heart starting to pound and his breathing quickening, and he tries his best to keep it hidden. "I miss feeling you on me, too. You always know the right ways to touch me."
"I know the right ways to taste you, too," the hybrid growls, the low tone making him sound all the more seductive. Sonic can almost feel the vibration of his voice through the phone, and it makes him throb in his own hand. "The minute I have you in my grasp, I'll trap you against the nearest surface and devour that pretty mouth of yours. I'll make you forget what it feels like to breathe while you choke on my tongue down your throat."
Holy shit, that's so fucking hot.
Sonic swallows back a gasp as he starts to stroke himself properly, working from base to tip in time with the rhythm of his breathing. It's not often that Shadow gets like this since he prefers to be more slow and sensual, but this intensity and hunger is just as welcome when it emerges. "Damn, Shad... you're already makin' it hard for me to breathe."
"You like that, do you?" The hybrid purrs the words into the phone, and it pulls a near-silent sigh from the blue hedgehog's throat. "You want me to keep going?"
"Hell yes," Sonic answers breathlessly, only just masking the little moan that wants to claw its way out of him. It's hard for him to keep quiet like this, wanting nothing more than to let his partner hear how needy he is. "Keep it comin'."
"In that case..." There is a brief moment of quiet broken only by Sonic's restrained panting and some indiscernible sound on the other end. There's a split second where he wonders if Shadow got caught on the line, but he's instantly relieved when that sultry voice returns. "I hope you know that I intend to soil every surface of my apartment that I can."
Sonic is quickly losing the battle against that moan in his throat, feeling it digging it's way out with wild fury. The thought of Shadow allowing his immaculate home to be ruined in the wake of their reunion, taking advantage of everything in their path, encourages his pumping hand to pick up the pace. His free hand adjusts his phone to lay on the bed next to his head before it searches out it's target beneath his fur, tracing around his perked nipple in fluid circular motions. He sighs deeply as he envisions it, and the hybrid takes that as his signal to continue.
"If I can contain myself from abusing the front door, I might survive long enough to lay you out on the dining table. I don't give a damn if we make a mess or if we break it; I need a new one, anyway."
"Shadow, please..." The blue hedgehog whines his partner's name in a way that he hopes sounds more like frustration than pleasure, stroking himself faster now as the imaginings grow more vivid. He can feel the heated coils in his core winding far too tight already, straining against the mounting need for release. It's been far too long since he was last touched, he convinces himself, and that's why he's getting there so fast. That, and because it's Shadow, of course. His hips buck slightly with his quickened strokes, pushing himself closer and closer to that blissful edge. He tries his best to mask how breathless he is in this moment, though he's struggling significantly. "C'mon... You're not playing fair!"
"Neither are you, touching yourself without me there."
Sonic freezes as his eyes snap open, his heart thudding in his chest. His breathing is still heavy from ramping pleasure, though now he knows he's been caught and no longer needs to restrain it. A part of him almost feels like he's in trouble, like he broke some unspoken law and is about to be locked up in cuffs. Honestly, he wouldn't mind trying that out sometime, too. But in this moment, in the still silence, he licks his lips nervously and holds his throbbing cock in his hand unmoving.
"How... how did you...?"
"Your voice." There is a distinct hint of smugness in Shadow's reply, and he swears he can almost see the hybrid's smirk on his gorgeous face. "I know what you sound like when you need to come."
Sonic flushes darkly with embarrassment at the callout, barely restraining the little whimper that dares to escape him. "O-oh... right. Yeah. That makes sense."
"Did you really think I wouldn't notice? You're not as sneaky as you think, Sonic."
The blue hedgehog winces a bit at the use of his name, catching the firmness of it. Shit, is he actually in trouble...? "Look, Shad, I... I was just... I've wanted to—"
"I never told you to stop."
His heart rockets up into his throat in an instant. Those words shoot white-hot arousal through his veins and all the way down to his groin, and his aching cock jumps in emphatic approval. But it's more than just the words themselves; it's the tone of them. It's not flirtatious. It's not playful or smug. It's commanding. It's an order. And Sonic knows better than to disobey when Shadow plays this game. The moan he's been struggling to hold back finally finds it's way to the surface, rolling off of his tongue in the most pathetic sound he's ever made. What makes it worse is the way Shadow growls in approval on the other end of the phone, a clear indicator that the other hedgehog is just as worked up.
"Shad—"
"Go on. And let me hear you this time."
Sonic shivers as a long sigh rattles through his lungs, and he resumes his strokes to build back up to his previous speed. This time, though, he doesn't hold back anything. He turns his head to face where his phone lays on the bed, panting and making little noises in his throat as the pleasure builds once more. His hips twitch with every pump of his hand, leaking onto himself as he wishes it were Shadow's hand on him instead. Again that low, approving purr rumbles through the phone as his partner listens to him pleasure himself.
"Very good, love." The hybrid hums in delight at his partner's immediate obedience, and his sultry praise makes the blue hedgehog whine like it always does. "Shall I continue?"
"Yes... please," Sonic gasps, not caring how desperate he sounds in this moment. Shadow always knows how to make him come undone, even when he's not here, and it's so terribly unfair. "I wanna hear more."
"Well, then. What more should I tell you, I wonder...?" The black hedgehog's low laugh is devious and wicked, which both entices and worries him. That laugh usually leads to trouble both in and out of the bedroom, and he knows he's about to be tormented. "Maybe you'd like to hear about all the places I intend to mark you up? All of those tender and sensitive spots that I can sink my teeth into, making you cry out and squirm while I make sure everyone can see who you belong to."
Sonic moans as his hips jerk up, his back arching off of the bed slightly as he works himself mercilessly. Chaos, he can imagine it so clearly. His entire body littered with bites and bruises, mottled with the evidence that Shadow is the only one who can touch him, the only one who can mark him and claim him so thoroughly. He can so perfectly envision the stares and whispering from strangers they pass in the street, knowing full well Shadow would treat him to a very public date to show off his work. He already knows how sore he would feel, his muscles aching and weak to the point where only his partner can keep him upright. He can almost hear the gentle whispers of the hybrid checking on him, offering only the finest aftercare and affection that could be experienced in this life. The dichotomy of passion and possession that Shadow displays toward him is one of his favorite things about it all, the balance always keeping him on his toes.
"Or maybe you'd rather hear about all the fun toys I'd like to introduce. I already have some ideas of what I want to use on you."
"W-wait, seriously!?" Sonic can only manage to whimper the words in his state of burgeoning ecstasy, sounding weak and needy. "You wanna—?"
"You mentioned it before, and it piqued my interest. So I did some research... and placed a few orders." Then, with a hungry growl, "You're going to look so pretty with the plug I got you."
"Oh, fuck, Shad...!" Just the thought of some brand new sex toys hidden away in Shadow's apartment, just waiting for them to test out on each other, makes his head spin wildly. He never thought the hybrid would actually take an interest in toys, considering his indifferent response to the subject of them in general. Then again, Shadow tends to surprise him in the best ways, and he's always had a sense that the Ultimate Lifeform would end up being the Ultimate Pervert. He just needed to be patient, and the payoff is so worth it. "Tell me... tell me more...!"
"You certainly sound excited, love. Do you want it that badly?"
"Yes...!" He can't bear this any longer, all of this teasing driving him wild to the point where he's struggling to even think straight. His mind is racing with all of the possibilities of what Shadow might have in store for him and what other secrets his partner might be planning to unveil. His wrist is starting to ache from stroking himself so fast, but he's so close to the edge that he forces himself to continue to reach it. "I want it...! I want it in me so bad! Please, please, Shadow!"
Shadow hisses into the phone, sighing raggedly as if with strain. The sound of his muted groan breaks through Sonic's focus to catch his attention, tilting one ear toward his phone to listen closer. "Damn it... you know I can't take it when you beg like that."
Oh, he knows. He knows very well. And he also knows what that groan means, which only excites him him further. That's one of his favorite noises, the sound of Shadow caving to his own desire, the sound of frustration and need that never fails to make Sonic's blood burn. He can see it so clearly in his head— his partner tucked away in some unseen corner, his G.U.N. uniform haphazardly undone and his thick cock sitting heavy in his hold, his teeth gritted tight to cage the deep snarls of pleasure in his throat, his eyes screwed shut tight as he pumps his hand over the ridges and veins... absolutely gorgeous. A weak chuckle breaks through his panting and whimpering, unable to resist a moment to tease and torment his partner.
"Wow, Shad... missin' me that bad?" Sonic tilts his face closer to the phone with a playful grin, barely managing to sound teasing through his breathless euphoria. "You gonna let me hear you, too, baby...?"
"Shut up," the hybrid hisses sharply, and Sonic immediately feels it bite through his veins like a command. He can hear light panting on the other end, broken up by frustrated growls and scattered expletives. If he listens close enough, he can just barely catch the slight slick sound of Shadow's strokes. Is he using his own pre as lube...? "I don't want to hear a damn thing out of your mouth that isn't my name."
The blue hedgehog shivers and whines, that deep and rough tone nearly making him come on the spot. Fuck, he loves when Shadow talks like that. He loves when Shadow gets intense and dominating, even when it's just with dirty talk. He loves it all, as long as it's from him. "Chaos, Shadow...!"
"That's more like it." A low purr of approval rumbles through the speaker, and Sonic's hips buck up in response. As much as he likes to be a little shit and toy around, he absolutely loves when Shadow takes charge and puts him in his place. There's something about those sharp crimson eyes glaring down at him and pinning him down for acting up that makes his body thrill with chills. "I can hear in your voice how badly you need release."
"Yes... yes...!" Sonic feels like he might just lose his mind at this rate, his eyes starting to water from need. "I'm so close... so damn close...! Please—!"
"Fuck, Sonic...!" Shadow is more audibly panting now, allowing an occasional grunt to sound. The speedster swears he hears a low moan roll off of Shadow's tongue through the phone, sinking into his very bones with his partner's pleasure. "You sound so pretty like this... let me hear you, nice and loud, love."
Sonic feels his eyes start to roll back into his head, his hips trembling and his wrist aching from working himself so relentlessly. It's right there, he can feel it. He's on the brink of ecstasy, the pressure mounting and ready to overflow, and he just needs one last little push. One last trigger, one last word, one last sound, one last bit of something— anything— from Shadow that will get him there.
"Shad... baby, please...!"
"Come for me," Shadow purrs, sounding fairly close himself. They both need this release. It's been too long, it's been too unbearable, and now is their chance to feel it together.
"I... I'm...!"
"Come."
The command. The power. The control. Even through the phone, it's palpable. Even over a call, it's irresistible. Not that Sonic would ever want to resist. He never could. Not from Shadow. Never from Shadow.
Sonic's body arches off of his bed, his one hand fisting into his sheets while the other chaotically pumps along his throbbing cock, and he whines Shadow's name sharply as at last that rapturous release slams into him. Sparks dance in his vision as heated ropes of bliss paint his hand and his belly, sticky and slick in his fur as he moans and whimpers. Somewhere through the ringing in his ears, his head pounding with the intensity of his climax after essentially edging himself for Shadow, he can hear his own name being groaned through the phone in a shaky and pleasured tone. Even at this long distance, even over the phone, they got there together. It may not necessarily be a priority when it comes to their sex life, but there is something extra special about sharing that peak in tandem, riding the waves of bliss side by side.
His body trembles as it sinks back down onto the bed, his softened cock slipping from his come-covered hand as everything in him goes slack. HIs head is spinning, his chest heaving around every ragged breath, and he feel absolutely amazing. He can hear little grunts and gasps on the other end of the phone, and he can envision the sight of Shadow in the wake of climax with that glassy shine to his scarlet eyes that seems to make them glow. He smiles weakly as he slurs into the phone, dizzied and warmed with such a lovely orgasm.
"Shad..." he breathes, his voice sounding rough. When he's met only with quieted growls and panting, his smile grows and he sighs pleasantly. "Y-you good over there, babe?"
"Shit." Shadow huffs hard into the phone, sounding irritated. "Should have been more careful..."
"What, you ruin your uniform or somethin'?" Sonic chuckles, grinning even though the hybrid isn't there to see him. Silence greets him in response, and his eyes instantly widen as he rolls on his side to face his phone. "Holy shit, did you actually—?"
"Yes, damn it," the black hedgehog hisses, clearly displeased. "This isn't exactly easy material to clean. The facilities here are useless, as it is."
Sonic can't help but shiver excitedly, thinking about Shadow walking around with come stains on his uniform as obvious evidence of what his partner does to him. That's honestly super hot, the stoic and composed Ultimate Lifeform showing signs of having lost himself to carnal needs. He always looks way too sexy in that uniform anyway, and this only adds to the appeal. Damn, he wishes he could see Shadow right now, all spent with his quills flared and the mess of his release on him.
"That's too bad," he purrs, much more approving of the situation than the hybrid. "Guess you'll have to wear the proof of how much I rock your world, even over the phone. Sure hope Tower doesn't catch you in that state."
"Quiet, brat," Shadow snaps, but there's only a bit of heat behind it. He's mostly just mad about his clothes, no doubt. Sonic can't help but giggle stupidly, still fuzzy-headed from his orgasm that lingers in warm waves through his body, and it earns him a low growl. "This is your fault. You and your fucking insatiable lust."
"You don't normally mind it," the speedster pouts playfully, lifting his hand to admire the amount of come oozing along his fingers. Definitely one for the books. "I didn't expect you to enjoy phone sex this much. Figured it wasn't your thing, y'know?"
There is a long sigh on the other end followed by a pause, and that gives him enough of an answer to know he's right. Even still, it's nice to hear the reply that comes through. "...I suppose it was sufficient. For now."
Sonic beams brightly. The reluctant admittance still counts as a win. "So... wouldja ever wanna do it again?"
"...perhaps." Then, with a bit of a rush of words, "Don't think this will be a regular thing now. Only in particular circumstances."
"Hey, that's fair. I can handle that." The blue hedgehog snickers softly. "Anything to spare you from extra laundry when you're working."
Shadow snorts. "You'll pay for this, Sonic. Especially if someone notices."
"Oh yeah...? You gonna punish me when you get home?"
"Hmph. Of course. As if I'd let you get away with ruining my reputation."
Sonic bites his lip, starting to feel the tingle of excitement starting to spark between his legs again. He'll behave himself for now, at least until the call ends. "Maybe you can put some of those new toys to use to torture me."
"I plan on it."
"Mm, you're gettin' me horny again, baby."
"Deal with it on your own," Shadow murmurs, his voice getting quieter suddenly. "I've been gone long enough. No doubt someone will have noticed my absence by now."
Sonic feels his heart drop a bit, disappointment sinking in. Right, of course. His partner is still away on a mission, and it's too high risk for them to keep this up. In the heat of everything, he'd nearly forgotten about it. He sighs softly but tries to keep up his playful tone. "Yes, 'specially Rouge. You know she'll give you shit if she finds out you snuck off to jerk it with me over the phone."
The hybrid groans. "Don't remind me."
The call gets quiet for a moment, and Sonic wonders if the hybrid hung up on him from the silence lingering there. He reaches over with his clean hand to pick up his phone, the ache of loneliness starting to take hold once more. He licks his lips and takes a breath. "Shad...?"
Shadow seems to pick up on the softer tone in his voice, responding in kind with something more tender. "Yes, love?"
He hums quietly with a degree of relief when he hears the answer, not wanting to end the call just yet. As much fun as the phone sex was for them, at the end of it all, he just wants to hear Shadow for a bit longer. He know how important this mission is, and he knows how dedicated the hybrid is to his duties as a G.U.N. agent. He knows they can't stay on the phone like this forever. He just wishes he knew when Shadow would come home again, when he could see his partner in person and be with him again. He would love to be here in the wake of their shared bliss with Shadow wrapped around him, the two laying together in a heap of messy fur and disheveled quills, exchanging little kisses and affectionate words until they either go at it again or fall asleep.
"Sonic?"
He blinks, realizing he's been quiet for too long. "Yeah, um... I just... come back soon, okay?"
A smug hmph on the other end sounds in response. "That eager for me to punish you, hm?"
"Heh. Maybe I am," Sonic chuckles. He then adds in a warm tone, "Anything to have you with me again."
"...I know." Shadow sighs, and his tone sounds equally longing. "As soon as this damned mission ends, I'll head straight for you."
"Promise?"
"I swear it."
Sonic smiles a bit, holding the phone close to his face in his clean hand. "M'kay. I'm holdin' you to that."
There's quiet shuffling on the other side, probably movement judging by how hushed Shadow's voice gets. "I have to go. I'll reach out when it's safe to do so."
"Yeah. Keep kickin' ass and bein' hot, baby."
Shadow chuckles softly. "Farewell, love."
"Later, Shad."
Click.
The line goes dead, and the room feels unbearably quiet again.
Sonic sighs and lets his phone drop to the mattress, closing his eyes as his arm flops down at his side. Alone again, stuck with the suffocating silence. At least he has the cozy warmth of the afterglow to keep him company, along with the steadily cooling stickiness on his hand. He props himself up a bit to assess the severity of the mess on his body, smirking to himself when he sees the euphoric carnage Shadow inflicted on him. He'll definitely need to get himself cleaned up now. He hates the feeling of dried come in his fur, no matter how much his partner loves seeing him like this. Maybe he can take a picture and send it along as a surprise waiting for Shadow the next time he has access to his phone. He'll definitely appreciate the view to help him through the lonely nights. He pushes himself up from the bed and rises to his feet, pleased by the little waver of his stance from his orgasm. He loves the feeling of his body being unsteady in the wake of euphoria, especially when Shadow teases him about it. He knows how much his partner loves seeing him all wrecked.
He reaches for his phone so he can get a good photo of himself to send along, and his screen lights up with a little ping. A text notification from Shadow, one that sends Sonic's heart fluttering with excitement. He smiles as he swipes his phone screen open, heading for his bathroom to wash up, and the message manifests clearly on his screen. He feels his cheeks warm when he sees the little blue heart emoji sitting there, no other words needed to convey the sentiment. Words aren't really needed, not in this context, not quite yet. They might not be at a point of saying the words out loud, but there is an understanding of where they stand. Maybe a day will come where one of them has the courage to say it. But until then, this is plenty for them. This is enough.
He replies with a black heart emoji of his own, smiling warmly at his phone as it goes through. He waits for the read receipt before he sets his phone aside, happy to see that Shadow at least spots it before he has to shut down contact for his work. Maybe he can wait on sending lewd photos and let the affection simmer in its place. At least for now.
That's more than enough.