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Shadow sits on the green grass and sighs, content. The sun is on his face, the light breeze on his back. The morning air is crisp and fresh, and he breathes it in slowly.
But then Shadow is torn from his peaceful meditation by a grunt.
His ears flick at the sound and a frown finds its way onto his face. Shadow comes to this island once a week to spend time alone in peace. It's incredibly remote and hard to get to. There should be no one else here.
Shadow hears what sounds like a groan and decides to investigate. If there really is someone else here he'll give them a piece of his mind. He rises from his spot in the field and makes his way towards the sounds, to the forest.
Shadow walks slowly, quietly, through the forest. He tries his best to not make any noise so he can catch the source by surprise. After a few paces he hears a moan. It makes his face burn.
Really? Someone is doing that in the middle of nowhere? Who in the world would want to, and in his spot, no less?
Shadow gets his answer soon enough.
Following the groans and sounds of heavy breathing, Shadow hears something that makes him stop and his spine tingle.
“Shadow!”
Shadow rushes towards the sound, though still trying to keep quiet. There is something about that voice that's awfully familiar. He finally reaches a clearing, hidden amongst the trees. There he sees someone surprising.
Sonic is sitting against a tree, legs spread wide and head thrown back. A gloveless hand is between his legs, rubbing between his folds. His other hand roams up his belly, then chest, before teasing a nipple between his index finger and thumb. Sonic's gasping, panting Shadow's name.
Shadow suddenly feels very hot.
He whispers and disappears, hoping that Sonic was too distracted to see the flash of light. Shadow lands in his room, and he immediately starts pacing.
There's no way. There's no way Shadow saw Sonic masturbating in the middle of the forest. What the hell was the hedgehog even doing there?
Shadow bites his lip. The only people who know about his private spot are Rouge and Omega, but even they have only been there once. The only way Sonic could have found this spot is through one of them. But why would Sonic be there?
Why choose the island for such... activities? Surely there's a place in private closer to home where the hero can pleasure himself. Shit, there's probably partners lined up for miles so the hedgehog doesn't have to pleasure himself at all.
Shadow knows he'd be in line, at least.
Shadow sits on his bed, gripping the sheets. He can feel his dick threatening to spill from its pouch when the vision of Sonic touching himself comes back to mind and it makes him feel a mixture of things.
His attraction to Sonic is strong. Shadow realized it for what it was late into his teenage years, and it's been festering and growing since then. But it's more than just surface level attraction; Shadow genuinely has feelings for the hedgehog. Sonic is everything Shadow loves about this world, wrapped up into one handsome package. So finding Sonic in the sweet heat of passion was quite a sight.
And Sonic was calling his name. Sonic was thinking of Shadow while pleasuring himself. Shadow groans at the thought. He wonders what exactly Sonic was imagining.
But he stops himself there. Shadow feels guilty, seeing Sonic in such a position. While he doesn't believe that Sonic should be doing such things out in the open where anyone can see, it's a private moment that he wasn't meant to witness.
Right?
A small part of Shadow, one that speaks loud though he tries to squash it down, thinks that maybe Sonic was there on purpose. Maybe Sonic knew that Shadow would be there, and his solo session was for Shadow's eyes.
But no. That's ridiculous.
The rest of the week, the mishap is still on Shadow's mind. He has a hard time acting as if nothing has happened when he meets the hero for dinner a few days later. When Sonic bids him farewell with a wink and a smile, Shadow has an internal conflict.
He wants to grab Sonic and kiss him, before dragging the hedgehog home and giving him what they both want. But Sonic doesn't know that Shadow is aware of his desires; there's no telling how he'll react.
So Shadow decides to leave things as they are. He'll make his move soon, but not now. He'll make a grand gesture when the initial shock of what he saw on the island wears off.
So he finds himself meditating in his private spot a week later. It isn't until he's standing to leave that he hears a low groan.
No. No way.
Soon he hears a moan he sucks air through his teeth. Shadow follows the sounds through the trees. Once again he comes to the clearing. Once again he sees Sonic.
Sonic is propped up against the same tree, but this time both of his hands are gloveless. One rubs against his cock, while the other plunges two fingers deep inside his hole. Shadow can see how slick it is, blue fur matted and shiny with Sonic's juices. Sonic's legs are bent at the knees, quivering and shaking. His eyes are squeezed shut, mouth hanging open.
Shadow watches the display with interest, face burning and fingers twitching. He wants to touch Sonic. He wants to kiss those fawn lips until he can't breathe. He wants to be inside that tight heat.
“Fuck me harder, Shadow,” Sonic whines.
Shadow gulps.
Once again he teleports away, hoping that Sonic doesn't notice his presence. He lands on his bed, plopping onto the firm mattress. His dick is hard. It slipped out of its pouch at some point earlier. Shadow isn't sure when. Tentatively, he removes a glove and grips himself.
He strokes himself slowly, the sight of Sonic still fresh. He halts for a moment, guilt stopping him from moving. He walked in on such a private moment, it isn't right for him to pleasure himself to something not meant for his eyes.
But what if it was?
Once could be by chance, but twice? There's no way. There's no way that Sonic was in Shadow's private place by accident, and performing such acts without knowing he would be heard. He was so loud , surely if he didn't want to be caught he'd put more effort into being quieter.
Sonic wants Shadow to find him.
That's the most logical conclusion and it drives Shadow crazy. His hand returns to his length, stoking it slowly. Shadow recalls Sonic's head thrown back in pleasure and his pace quickens.
He's the one Sonic thinks of. He's the one who has Sonic wet and hot. He's the one Sonic begs to be fucked by.
Before long, Shadow is roughly fucking his fist, mind conjuring up a fantasy of him atop Sonic, fucking him and filling his lover with cum. Shadow cums with a groan of Sonic's name before he falls back onto his mattress, boneless.
He's got to test his theory.
Two days later Shadow returns to the island. It's off his normal routine, and no one - not even Rouge and Omega - knows he's coming. He sits in his usual spot and waits. Sure enough, several minutes into his 'meditation' he hears a gasp.
Shadow smiles wide.
Walking slowly and quietly, he heads to the clearing. Once there his eyes fall onto Sonic's form.
The hero is panting, chest heaving as he scissors his fingers into his tight heat. His other hand is gripping the soil, tearing out the grass. A bottle of lube lays to the side, open and spilling onto the soil below. Sonic's legs are bent at the knees, spread obscenely. Eyes are squeezed shut, head thrown back. His cries are high pitched and fill the morning air. Sonic looks irresistible.
After watching Sonic for a few moments, Shadow decides to make himself known.
Shadow steps out from the trees, face carefully blank. “What are you doing here, hedgehog?”
Sonic stills immediately. He brings his head down and green eyes flutter open. He's beautiful. His eyes find Shadow's and the little thing smiles . Bright and handsome and smug.
“Hey, Shadow,” Sonic drawls. He removes his fingers, bringing his hand to rest on his thigh.
Shadow raises a brow, feigning nonchalance. “I believe I asked you a question.”
“You did.” Sonic removes his remaining glove, tossing it to the side where his other one lays. “But I think we both know what I'm doing here.”
Shadow bites his lip. He was right .
“How'd you find this place?”
“Rouge. She told me how you come here weekly.”
Shadow shakes his head. “How'd you get here?”
Sonic reaches into his quills with his clean hand and pulls out a yellow chaos emerald. “Chaos control, same as you.”
Shadow's eyes widen in surprise. Sonic rarely uses chaos control. Though he guesses it's the most convenient way to get here, especially if you're hydrophobic.
“How did you know I was here? Today?”
Sonic's smile is all teeth. “I felt your chaos signature spike. I focused all my energy into feeling you and where you were going.” Sonic winks. “Just how you taught me.”
Shadow doesn't regret teaching him about how to read chaos signatures, not one bit. Who knew that Sonic would be so clever? Shadow himself had felt a burst of chaos energy being used, but as he wasn't looking for the source he couldn't identify it for what it was.
Shadow's mouth quirks into a smile. “This is one hell of a way to get my attention.”
Sonic shrugs. “I figured I'd need to do something bold to get you to see what I need from you.”
Shadow laughs incredulously. “You could have just asked? Anything you ask of me is yours.”
Sonic scoffs and shakes his head. “Is that so? I've been flirting with you for years and you never seemed to get it.”
Shadow raises an eye ridge. “You flirt with everyone.”
“Not like how I do with you. Really, I'm just friendly with everyone else.” Sonic pouts. “You're the only one I drop everything for. You're the only person I have feelings for. We've been hanging out nonstop and you haven't bothered asking me out for real. So I got desperate. Sue me.”
Shadow looks at Sonic in shock. “I figured you would never want me.” There's several reasons as to why, but Shadow honestly doesn't want to get into that right now.
Sonic rolls his eyes and huffs in frustration. “Come on, you're the most amazing person I've ever met. I adore you. Besides, just look at you, Shads! How could I not want a piece of that?”
Sonic reaches down between his legs, spreading his lips to show Shadow the cock and entrance between. “Do you want a piece of me?”
Shadow steps forward and drops to his knees before Sonic, in between Sonic's spread legs. He reaches out with both hands and pulls Sonic into a rough kiss.
It's bruising and passionate, everything pent up between them releasing. Sonic brings his arms up to wrap around Shadow's neck, caging him in and keeping him close. Shadow parts his lips and Sonic dives in, his tongue lapping at Shadow's.
Shadow groans, letting Sonic do what he likes. When he pulls away he sees Sonic's lips shiny with saliva, open with his heavy breathing.
“So I'll take that as a yes?”
Shadow shuts Sonic up with another kiss.
Shadow takes his time, this go around. He kisses Sonic slowly, thoroughly. Sonic tugs him closer, and Shadow purrs in approval. Sonic pulls away, eyes lit up with desire.
“Your purr is hot.”
“Thanks.” Shadow quickly sheds his gloves, moving his hands from Sonic's face to his body. Finally .
Shadow fondles and squeezes Sonic's chest, his claws running over pink nipples. The action makes Sonic shiver, and his grip on Shadow tightens. Shadow rakes his claws down Sonic's chest, and the hedgehog squeals below him.
Shadow is glad he took the time to file his sharp claws down before he arrived.
From there, Shadow's hands trail down and come to Sonic's hips, rubbing large circles into the firm flesh there. Sonic releases Shadow, but his hands aren't gone for long. One reaches back to play with Shadow's tail while the other comes to the front, trying to ease Shadow's dick from it's sheath.
His fingers are skillful, finding the pressure points easily and quickly. Soon Shadow's dick is on full display. Sonic gasps, running his fingers along the underside.
“Holy shit, Shadow.”
Shadow smirks. He knows he's impressive - in length and girth. Sonic bites his lip and Shadow captures him in yet another kiss. It's slow and feather light, and Shadow has to hold back a groan at the feel of Sonic's fingers down below. He pulls away only to ask a pressing question.
“Can I touch you?” Shadow asks. Sonic nods rapidly and it makes Shadow smile against fawn lips.
Shadow reaches one hand down between Sonic's legs. Being mindful of his claws, he rubs between Sonic's lips, groaning at the wetness he feels. It has Shadow reeling. He did this.
Shadow grabs the lube, coating his digits before he presses a single finger into Sonic, growling low at the hot feel of it. Sonic's insides are wet and velvety, and he can't wait to be buried deep inside. Sonic yelps and grabs at Shadow's headquills, tight. Shadow stills and begins to pull out his finger but Sonic stops him.
“Don't!” Sonic practically shouts. Then quieter, “It just feels different when someone else touches me.” Shadow nods in understanding and Sonic sighs in relief. “Please, keep going,” he pleads.
Shadow cannot deny him.
Carefully, Shadow presses in a second finger, curling them in a way that pulls a stuttered moan from Sonic's throat. Sonic pulls even tighter, the rough treatment turning Shadow on further. Sonic rolls his hips, trying to pull Shadow in deeper. Shadow likes that Sonic seems to have no control when being touched by him.
Shadow can give him what he needs.
Shadow pushes his fingers in deep, and uses his thumb to further explore Sonic. He knows he finds what he's looking for when Sonic shouts his name and clenches down on his fingers.
Shadow rubs Sonic's dick lightly, careful not to overstimulate his lover. Sonic shakes beneath him, gasping and breathing heavy. But Sonic is not one to just take things. No, he gives as much as he gets.
Sonic brings one of his hands from Shadow's quills to his dick, stroking it fast. His hand is surprisingly soft, and it has Shadow lost in pleasure. Shadow groans and licks Sonic's lips. The hero opens his mouth, letting Shadow inside and sucking on his tongue. He moans into it, hips rocking in time with Shadow's fingers.
Sonic's close, but Shadow needs more.
Slowly, he removes his fingers, and Sonic moves his hand as well. They must be on the same page.
“So... how do you want to do this?” Sonic asks, voice low and quiet.
Shadow looks him up and down. He takes in Sonic's lithe form, fur shiny with sweat. He takes in the smell of arousal, heavy in the air. Out of all the ways he imagined this moment, there's just one way he needs it.
“On your hands and knees. Now.”
Sonic pouts. “But I want to see your face,” he whines.
“We'll get to that,” Shadow says gruffly. Sonic looks unbelieving. “I promise.”
Somehow that's enough for Sonic, because he pushes Shadow away and scrambles to get into position. He ends up on all fours a few steps from the tree, on the soft grass.
Shadow reaches into his quills to grab a condom. He had brought them just in case his theory proved correct. He brings the wrapper to his teeth, meaning to tear the foil.
“Don't bother.” Sonic says, looking over his shoulder. “I want you to fill me up.”
Shadow's eyes widen. That's an offer he can't refuse. Sonic must take his silence for apprehension because he goes on.
“I'm clean. I last got tested a few months ago during a physical. Believe it or not but despite that it's been years since I've had another partner, and even then we didn't go 'all the way'. I never felt comfortable enough, you know?”
“I make you comfortable?” Shadow asks. That's all he wants, for Sonic to feel safe and comfortable and loved.
Sonic smiles, fond and warm. “You do.”
After a moment Sonic adds on, "Don't worry about knocking me up either. I've had a hysto, so that's all taken care of." Shadow nods, noting that.
Sonic then whips his head forward, arching his butt up. “Now hurry up and fuck me.”
Shadow doesn't need to be told twice.
Shadow grabs the lube and shuffles to where Sonic is waiting, on his knees. He pours some lube into his hand and pumps his length, making it slick. Then he grips Sonic's hip with one hand, while the other lines his dick up with Sonic's hole.
“You ready?”
“Yes!” Sonic hisses. “Just do it!”
Shadow spanks Sonic's ass playfully. “My my, so impatient.”
When Sonic groans and his tail wags furiously, Shadow spanks him again. Harder.
“So you like that? You like it rough?”
Sonic nods his head, hands gripping the grass beneath him. “Please, Shadow! I need it!” Sonic all but wails. Shadow growls and pushes in slowly.
Shadow isn't prepared for how good it feels to have Sonic stretching to accommodate his cock.
It takes all his self control to keep it slow, to push in inch by inch. Sonic whines beneath him, hips moving and trying to take more of Shadow's dick. Shadow grips blue hips and holds them still until he bottoms out.
Sonic's walls are hot and wet and incredibly tight, pulsating around his length. Shadow feels as if he'll cum soon already, and it's almost embarrassing. He hasn't felt so unprepared since he was a teenager, when sex was new. He supposes finally being with the one person he's lusted over all these years can do such things to a person.
Shadow gives them both time to adjust before he starts moving. He pulls out nearly all the way before thrusting forward roughly. Sonic's hands tear at the grass and he throws his head back.
“Yes!”
Shadow repeats the motion, faster and faster until he sets a relentless pace. He can hear the wet squelch of their love making with every thrust. Sonic mewls, bringing his hips back to meet each thrust the best he can.
“Fuck, Sonic. Just like that.”
Sonic's tail wags, and he clenches down on Shadow's dick. “ Fuck . Please keep saying my name.”
Shadow chuckles. “You like hearing your name, Sonic ?”
He only gets a low moan in response, but it's enough to translate to a yes. Shadow uses Sonic's name rarely, yes, but to think the hero is so desperate to hear it in his voice does something for Shadow. He wonders what else Sonic likes.
Sonic falls forward, weight coming to rest on his forearms. Shadow slows, meaning to stop and see if Sonic is alright.
“Don't stop!” Sonic pants out. “I'm good, just don't stop.”
“If you say so, Sonic.”
Sonic laughs, the sound breathy and like bells in the morning air. “I think this is the most you've ever said my name in one go, and it's when you're balls deep.”
Shadow laughs too, but only for a moment. This new angle feels incredible. Shadow pounds into Sonic even faster than before. Sonic chants 'yes' and Shadow's name like a mantra.
Sonic shifts, reaching down to rub at himself. Shadow has no idea how Sonic is doing it, but he doesn't protest. “That's right, babe, cum on this dick.”
Sonic's hand moves quickly, and before long his walls squeeze Shadow's cock impossibly tight and he screams. It feels hotter, wetter than it did just moments before. Shadow helps him ride out his orgasm, praising Sonic as he keeps up his pace.
“There you go. So good for me.”
Sonic moans and shudders. His body goes limp and Shadow slows the roll of his hips in response. Before long his stops, waiting for Sonic's cue. He rubs soothing circles into the tender flesh of Sonic's lower back.
“Do you want to keep going?” Shadow asks softly.
“Yeah,” Sonic groans, “just give me a minute.”
For a moment they just stay there like that, but then Sonic moves. He falls forward even more, causing Shadow's dick to slip out. Sonic then shifts so that his body is on its side. He uses one leg to steady himself and lifts the other suggestively, showing Shadow just how he wants it.
“I want to see your face,” he says with a small smile.
Sonic uses one of his hands to spread his folds and Shadow knows what to do next. He enters Sonic again, groaning Sonic's name at the feel of it. Sonic is so tight.
Sonic yelps, one hand flying to his mouth. He bites on his fist as Shadow sets a slow pace, eyes dazed. Shadow leans forward, placing his hands on either side of Sonic and pushes in as deep as he can, getting a whispered 'yes' in return. He fucks Sonic slow and hard, reveling in the feel of his cock dragging against fluttering walls.
Sonic grabs Shadow's arm with his free hand, blunt claws digging in so hard they draw blood. He moves his fist from his mouth, pretty lips open on a gasp. Sonic's eyes are begging for something, and when Shadow captures those lips in a kiss he knows he's found it.
Sonic kisses him sloppily, biting at his bottom lip and licking into his mouth. Shadow groans into it, pulling away to say, “Fuck, I'm close.”
Sonic reaches down below again, fingers playing with himself once more. The action makes Shadow thrust harder, rougher. He wants to feel Sonic come again, to watch the hedgehog's face as he comes undone.
“Please, Shadow. I need it.” Sonic squeals, voice high pitched as his body tenses.
“What do you need, Sonic?”
“Your cum! I need your cum.” Sonic moans unabashed.
Shadow growls, pace building until he's pounding Sonic's body into the dirt. He'll give Sonic what he wants. He'll fill up his angel as many times as he desires.
Shadow feels the familiar tension build up in his lower belly. He's dragged this out far enough. With a groan of Sonic's name and hips snapping forward one final time, Shadow spills his cum inside his lover. At the same moment, Sonic throws his head back with a silent scream, convulsing around Shadow as he reaches his peak once more.
Shadow rides out their orgasms, slowing to a halt when Sonic stops fluttering around him. He sighs, and with a groan he pulls out. Sonic whines at the loss and shifts so he's laying on his back, legs spread. Shadow licks his lips, watching his cum drip from Sonic's hole. He's ready to go again, if Sonic can handle it.
Sonic props himself up on his elbows, ears red and fur slick with sweat. “That was worth the wait.”
Shadow chuckles, sitting back on his knees. “I'm happy to please.”
Sonic grins, pulling himself up to sit properly. “So... your place or mine?”
Looks like his lover can handle it. Sonic's as insatiable as Shadow is, apparently. They truly are equals in every way, Shadow notes.
“Mine. But showers first.”
Sonic frowns but nods. “I guess.” After they stare at each other, waiting for the other to move, he says “Well what are we waiting for? Let's go!”
Shadow shakes his head with a laugh and gathers Sonic in his arms. With a mutter they disappear in a flash of light. Shadow's ready to show Sonic exactly what it means to be loved by him. Thank God their feelings are out in the open.