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jet: yea i've really been into ropes too!
Shadow: Oh, really? That's good to know.
jet: oh yea, handsome? wanna see what i look like all tied up? bet u'd do bad things to me ;)
It only takes one look at the message for Shadow to groan in disgust, close the app, and throw his phone across the bed.
Another match, another failure and a waste of time. What else was new. Why was this so hard?
Shadow considers himself fairly tough and thick-skinned, but he's starting to lose hope that he's going to get what he wanted.
And, well… maybe being so tough is what got him into this mess in the first place.
It's incredibly embarrassing to be thirty fucking years old and a virgin, but there are reasons. A lot of them.
It's not that Shadow hasn't been interested in sex before. He has been. He hit puberty like everyone else, and found out he was a man and gay fairly early on so it wasn't like he had to fumble through years of being in the closet.
So what's his excuse?
Well, according to his roommate Rouge, Shadow is a loser.
According to Shadow, clubs and bars are incredibly overstimulating, with loud music and bright lights and expensive drinks. Also, people are annoying. They talk too much, they ask uncomfortable questions, and say things that they don't mean.
And worst of all, they think he's a dom.
Shadow has no idea how on earth he keeps putting out daddy dom energy, but it's the bane of his fucking existence. Something about his low voice, no-nonsense personality, and penchant for leather, maybe. Whatever it is, it has every guy he meets leaving both of them bitterly disappointed.
Shadow doesn't want to be a dom, at least not primarily. Humiliating as it is, Shadow wants someone to wreck him.
The most action he's ever seen has been from his modest collection of dildos and vibrators, which is so fucking sad. He lies on the bed and fucks himself with one hand, pressing the other behind his back so it feels like someone is tying him up, and it's not enough. It's never enough.
The Jet situation is kind of the last straw, though. He's through with being disappointed. He deletes all the dating apps and decides he's destined for celibacy.
A few months later, he's suffering at their local bar; he's only there because it's Rouge's birthday party, and she insists that he'd be a terrible friend and roommate if he didn't come. She's really good at guilt tripping.
And even worse, she's really popular; so about ten minutes after their arrival, she leaves him to his own devices as she makes a beeline for her current boytoy; a muscled up red echidna with a scowl on his face.
Yeesh.
Shadow grumbles under his breath and decides to hit the bar. He gets a moscow mule and decides he'll give it until he finishes the drink; if he's still miserable, he's going the fuck home.
Halfway through the drink, he notices he's being watched. It's a prickle down the back of his neck; he turns to his left and sees another hedgehog who is, indeed, watching him.
He's cute, Shadow has to reluctantly admit. Tall, lean, a beautiful deep blue color to his fur and sparkling emerald eyes. And most likely gay, from his tight short t-shirt and low-waisted baggy jeans.
But Shadow is, of course, celibate. Because this stranger probably wants a daddy dom.
He sighs to himself as the other hedgehog approaches, ready to broach another rejection.
"You here for Rouge's party?" says the other hedgehog.
Shadow nods. "She's my roommate." His tone is flat, unwelcoming.
But it doesn't deter the other hedgehog whatsoever. "Cool!" he says brightly. "Her boyfriend Knuckles is one of my besties. Name's Sonic. What's yours?"
"Shadow," says Shadow.
"Shadow," repeats Sonic, as if he's tasting the name in his mouth. Something about it makes goosebumps travel up Sonic's arms. "Nice to meet you."
"Sure, whatever," Shadow says.
He's about to say something else, but there's a shout of Sonic's name from across the room, and Sonic looks up with a smile. "Coming!" he says. "See ya round, Shadow."
Shadow says nothing. He feels the oddest mixture of relief and disappointment as Sonic walks away.
But Sonic comes back. Once, twice, three times. "Just checking in, Shadow!" "Everything good, Shadow?" "Oh, by the way, what are you drinking, Shadow? It looks tasty." Shadow isn't even finished with his stupid drink yet, because this stupid blue hedgehog keeps harassing him despite only getting one to two word answers in response.
On the fourth time around, he finally gets to the point. "So, I was wondering. What're you doing after this? I was thinking-"
"I don't want anything from you," Shadow finally snaps. He's relieved that he can finally be blunt about this, but he also feels a blush rise to his cheeks.
Sonic nods slowly, looking unmoved by the rejection as he looks Shadow up and down. "Mmkay. I don't believe you."
Shadow's mouth drops open. He wants to murder this guy. "I beg your pardon?" he finally says after a moment of floundering.
"I don't believe you," Sonic repeats, still looking infuriatingly collected and confident.
It's as if Shadow's face is steaming, he's so angry. "Go fuck yourself," he spits, puts his mostly empty drink down, and turns to walk away.
But Sonic somehow gets in front of him. The bastard is fast, Shadow will give him that. "Don't you wanna know why?" he says teasingly.
Shadow all but growls at him. Closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath. "Fine," he says finally. "Why?"
"Because I'm pretty good at picking up when people are into me," Sonic says with a shrug. "And you? Yeah, you're into me." When Shadow doesn't immediately respond (too busy trying to resist the urge to strangle him), he continues. "You've been looking at me, especially when you think I don't notice. And I can see it in your eyes. You want me. So what gives? I won't force you, obviously, I'm not a freak; but I'm curious. Why say no?"
Shadow feels backed into a proverbial corner, feels his whole body steaming from embarrassment, can't think of a single better thing to say before he blurts out, "Because I'm not going to dom you!"
A pause. Sonic blinks at him, and for a moment they're both just as lost. Then he bursts into a peal of laughter.
"It's not funny," Shadow says gruffly, wishing the ground would swallow him up. "I'm serious. I know you approached me thinking that I'm going to be some daddy dom who'll mess you up, and I'm not like that." Sonic is still laughing, and Shadow's eyes are prickling now with the threat of tears, which is horrific. "Stop fucking laughing at me!"
Clearly sensing that he's serious, Sonic immediately takes a breath and waves a hand, the laughter stopping in its tracks. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he says breathlessly. "It's just. Hoo boy, you've got me all wrong."
"I've never been wrong before," Shadow says bluntly, but deep down inside of him, he feels a small spark of… is that hope?
"Well you're wrong now," Sonic says. He grins, and it's… it's wolfish, it makes something in Shadow's stomach squirm pleasantly. "I can see why people say that about you, don't get me wrong. But, like I said, I think you're cute."
He leans into Shadow's space, and Shadow lets him, somehow frozen where he stands with big eyes.
"I'd like to take you home with me," Sonic continues, the wolfish grin still present, "And take care of you. Would you like that?"
The small spark is suddenly a small fire, burning bright inside Shadow's chest. He feels breathless. He feels a little wet. He takes a moment to clear his throat. "So you're saying-"
"Yes, Shadow. I'm saying I want to dom you," Sonic says easily, and he's not making fun of Shadow, not laughing anymore. He's looking at Shadow with burning green eyes, and it's making Shadow feel kind of weak in the knees. "Will you come home with me? My roommate isn't home tonight. I can call a car." He reaches out a hand.
And it's insane, and it's stupid, and maybe a little dangerous. But Shadow finds himself taking Sonic's hand with a little nod.
As they walk out of the bar, Rouge flashes him an excitable thumbs up. So hopefully Sonic isn't a serial killer or anything.
The car comes pretty quickly, and before Shadow knows it they're sitting in the backseat. His face still feels warm, and he can't look in the direction of the innocent driver. He has this insane worry that if he does, it'll telegraph all the thoughts bouncing around his head. The thoughts of what Sonic could possibly do to him.
Halfway through the ride, he jumps as he feels a hand gently touch his thigh. His head whips to the left and he sees Sonic grinning at him sheepishly. You're hot, he mouths.
Shadow shivers, rolls his eyes, and turns to look out the window. Slowly he moves his thigh a little closer to Sonic. A clear invitation.
He hears a soft chuckle from his left, and the hand on his thigh starts to slowly rub up and down. Suffice it to say, he's wet for the rest of the ride.
When Sonic directs the car to pull over, Shadow's heart starts racing. As soon as the car stops at the curb, he's opening the door and grabbing Sonic's hand from his thigh, tugging the other hedgehog out of the car.
"Eager, huh?" says Sonic.
"Let's just get in your place," Shadow says simply, and Sonic laughs, scooting forward to take the lead. Sonic has an infuriating laugh; it makes Shadow feel like he's got an itch he can't scratch.
It feels like it takes forever for Sonic to unlock the front door, guide Shadow up the stairs, open his bedroom door. He ushers Shadow in with a sweet smile, and closes the door. "Okay," he says softly. "So what's off limits?"
Shadow must clearly look confused, because he elaborates further.
"What's off the table for you, kinkwise?" he says. "I can go first, if you want. I don't do scat stuff. I don't usually like choking, especially with new partners, although we can talk about it if it's a big one for you. I don't do anything with knives. And I won't gag you for a one-night stand either. I need to hear if you wanna use your safe word."
Shadow's mouth drops open stupidly, and he flounders for a second. It's awful, the way Sonic's looking at him with gentle expectation. It makes him want to punch a wall. "Um," he says. Licks his lips nervously. "I. I need to be honest."
Sonic blinks. "Mmkay," he says. "That would be helpful."
"I've," Shadow begins, before huffing and shaking his head. "I've never done it, okay?"
"Wait," Sonic says, tilting his head. "Okay. Either way it's fine, Shadow, I promise, but are we talking 'never been kinky', or 'never had sex, period'?"
Shadow grinds his teeth. "The latter," he says simply, closing his eyes so he can't see Sonic's reaction. "I'm sorry, okay? If I've mislead you. That wasn't my intention. It's not for lack of interest, but… I've just always been a fucking loser, and-"
"Hey, hey," Sonic says quickly, and his gentle tone makes Shadow relax a bit and open his eyes. Sonic steps forward, arms up, and he places them on Shadow's shoulders. Squeezes gently. "Don't call yourself that, Shads. First of all, you're really fucking cool, and I know that because I'm a great judge of character."
Shadow huffs out a laugh, relaxing a bit despite himself and the nickname. He's not usually given a nickname, but in the moment he's not in the mood to protest.
"Second of all, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin. It, um…" Sonic trails off, and his smile gets a little wolfish again. "It's really hot, actually."
"Okay, pervert," Shadow says drily, but he feels another throb of arousal as Sonic laughs.
"Guilty as charged. So yeah, all good with me still. It just changes our plans a little."
Shadow opens his mouth to ask how, but Sonic's already gently wrapping an arm around his shoulder and guiding him slowly to sit next to him on the bed, their bodies a chaste inch apart as Sonic rubs soft circles into his back. It's light, but very distracting, making Shadow's ear twitch.
"Tell me what you do want," Sonic murmurs. "What have you been wanting to experience? I want to make this good for you. And if there's anything you don't want, tell me that, too."
Shadow bites his lip. "Well," he says slowly. "I… you know I want to be dommed. And… and I want to be topped, at least usually." Chaos, this is humiliating, but something about Sonic makes Shadow want to be honest. "I like the idea of ropes. And toys. And edging. Just being ordered around, and…"
He squirms slightly. Suddenly the rubbing of his back is firmer, as if Sonic is grounding him. It's nice.
"And spanked," Shadow whispers. He takes a breath, and speaks a little louder. "I need you to use a condom. Oh, and I'm trans, so I don't want anything in my ass." He takes a moment, staring at the ground, waiting to hear if Sonic's going to say anything nasty or want to tap out. Sonic doesn't say a word. "And everything you don't want, I agree with. I don't want that stuff either." He thinks for a moment, and comes up blank. "That's everything, I think."
"Mmkay. Good," Sonic says pleasantly, and Shadow lets out a breath, squeezing his thighs together. "Have you had anything inside you before? I have a couple of trans guy friends… I know about atrophy-"
"It won't be a problem for me," Shadow says quickly, but he's pleasantly surprised by Sonic's base of knowledge. "I…" His face heats up again, and he points and flexes his feet. "I use, I use toys on my own-"
"Good to know. Also hot," Sonic says with a smirk, and this time Shadow can't help but growl and glare at him. He's worried that it's too much—he didn't mean it too seriously, he's ended a few conversations kind of awkwardly in the past, alienated a few people with his demeanor—but it only makes Sonic laugh fondly and squeeze Shadow's arm.
The way that Sonic doesn't seem fazed by anything Shadow throws at him is kind of… fascinating, honestly. He seemed so normal at first, but he's kind of turning into a little bit of a freak. Shadow would kind of like to study him.
"Okay," Sonic says, clapping his hands once and startling Shadow out of his musings. "Last thing. Safe word? You pick, anything you want. Provided it's not like. Too common, you know."
"I know that much," Shadow snaps. He thinks for a minute, before saying, "Coffee."
"Coffee," Sonic echoes, and nods. "Cool. So. Can I start now, by kissing you?"
Shadow's heart suddenly lurches. He takes a breath and nods, looking expectantly at the hedgehog next to him.
Sonic hums happily. He leans in close, reaches up to cup Shadow's muzzle. Even through his glove, the touch burns. But not like it burns when he brings their lips together.
The kiss pulls a soft noise from Shadow's throat; it's embarrassing, but Sonic seems to like it; responding to it with a throaty moan and a more insistent press of his lips. Shadow inhales sharply through his nose and, after another heated moment, parts his lips in invitation. Sonic definitely seems to like that; he hums approvingly and opens his own mouth. The kiss deepens, it's addicting; Shadow's pressing his thighs together as he brings his hands to Sonic's shoulders.
Finally, Sonic pulls away with a soft gasp, eyes glowing like emeralds. "Wow," he murmurs, nuzzling their noses together. "You just keep surprising me."
"I don't…" Shadow begins, but he's a little breathless, takes a moment to collect himself. "I don't feel particularly dominated." And he looks at Sonic defiantly. A clear challenge.
Sonic laughs again. "A brat, huh?" he says. "Suits me." And his eyes are searing. "Take off your gloves for me, Shads." His tone is different now, lower and powerful.
Shadows lets out a soft moan before he can stop himself, and does as he's told, cheeks burning as he slips off his gloves one at a time.
"Mm, you're a natural," Sonic says, pleased, and Shadow feels the oddest sense of pride. He reaches out a hand, and Shadow hands them over. "That's a good boy. You'll have these back when we're done, yeah?"
"Yeah," Shadow says hoarsely. The praise is… it's…
Sonic takes his own gloves off, puts both of their pairs on the side table. He turns back to Shadow and takes his hand, interlocking their fingers. The intimacy of it, the slide of their pads against each other, makes Shadow gasp, and that's when Sonic kisses him again. This time it's open-mouthed from the beginning, heated and devastating, and Sonic presses in on him until he's suddenly on his back.
Instinctively his legs part and Sonic slots between them easily, moving his kisses from swollen lips to Shadow's jaw, then neck. Shadow whimpers, a sound he can't remember ever making before, and Sonic pulls away from his neck to hiss, "You are so fucking sexy," before going back to suck a mark into the flesh beneath black fur.
It's already overwhelming enough as it is, before Sonic cants his hips downward and ruts his growing hardness between Shadow's legs, noticable even through his jeans. Shadow cries out in earnest, cunt aching as he rocks his hips up for more. It's too much and yet nowhere near enough; both of them are in jeans, and it's not giving him what he needs.
Sonic seems to recognize this presently, as he pulls back from the kiss and sits on his haunches, not taking his eyes off of Shadow. "Undress for me, baby," he says, and Shadow knows it's more of an order than a request. "You can keep your underwear on."
Shadow finds himself doing as he's told immediately, hungry for more approval, but as he's unbuttoning the last button on his shirt and shimmying it off he pauses and looks up at Sonic.
Sonic raises an eyebrow. "What's up, Shads?" he says, small smirk on his face. "Decided you're not gonna be my good boy after all?"
"No," Shadow says quickly, shaking his head. "Um. But you could take off your clothes too. It's only fair."
"Fair, huh?" says Sonic, before tilting his head with a teasing smile. "What's the magic word, baby?"
Shadow feels himself melting into the bedspread. His head is full of cotton wool. "Please," he whispers, clenching his thighs together.
So they're both getting undressed now, and Shadow decides that Sonic has a nice body. Not as built as Shadow's—Shadow has a very dedicated gym routine, thank you very much—but nice. Definitely lean, a runner's build. These thoughts distract Shadow from the reality of what he's doing, and before he knows it, he's in his underwear.
Thank Chaos he chose cute underwear today; deep blue boyshorts that hug his hips pleasingly. He doesn't really realize the significance of the color choice until he hears Sonic laugh, and Shadow's cheeks go crimson.
"You belonged to me before you even met me," Sonic teases, and he leans forward to slip a finger under Shadow's briefs. It's only for a second, and then he's tugging the waistband to release it and causing it to snap back against sensitive skin.
Shadow jolts and moans loudly, looking at him with wide eyes. "Y-yeah," he says hoarsely.
"Yeah," Sonic agrees, and he's staring pointedly between Shadow's legs. "I can see how much you want me, too. You're wet. I bet you're hard, too."
Sonic is right; Shadow feels soaking wet and throbbing. He sucks in a breath, trying to close his legs, but Sonic shoots his arms out and presses his hands to the inside of his thighs, keeping them open. "No need to get embarrassed, baby," he coos, using his thumbs to rub at Shadow's sensitive inner thighs. "This is what we're here for, right? You still want this?"
"Yes," Shadow says immediately, cursing his own hesitation. He doesn't want to give Sonic the wrong idea, that he's weak, but Sonic just nods happily.
"Cool, just checking," he says. "Anyway, I've got some rope." He gets up off of the bed and walks to the dresser, and as he does Shadow gets an eyeful of his underwear; pink boxer briefs with some sort of cherry blossom pattern.
Shadow snorts, for a moment breaking out of his subby state of mind. "Anyone ever tell you that you dress like a twink?"
"All the time," says Sonic, mirth in his tone as he digs through the bottom dresser drawer. He has a nice ass. "Tough guys wear pink, Shadow! Don't be so stuck in your toxic masculinity, dude."
Shadow laughs, despite himself, and Sonic straightens up with rope in one hand and lube in the other. The rope is the same deep blue color of his fur. "You have a cute laugh," he says sweetly.
"And you're an egomaniac, with that rope," says Shadow in return, but he can't take his eyes off of the rope as Sonic approaches him.
Sonic shrugs, a smirk on his face as he throws the lube on the bed carelessly. "What can I say? I like seeing my partners all tied up in my color. Anyway, turn over. You're being a brat right now and I'm punishing you before we continue."
And just like that, Shadow finds himself turning over, biting his lip hard as his heart races.
There's a pause, longer than he expects. He cranes his neck to turn and look at Sonic quizzically, opening his mouth to ask what's up, and that's when Sonic spanks him. It's muffled, through the underwear, and Sonic definitely didn't put his full chest in it. But it's enough to make Shadow cry out, toes curling.
"That's for trying to close your legs," Sonic says. Smack. "That's for disrespecting me once." Smack. "And that's for disrespecting me a second time. Name calling is rude, baby. You should know better."
At this point, Shadow is panting into the bedspread, trying to keep his nails from digging into the fabric. "I'm sorry," he manages, breathless.
"I forgive you" Sonic cooes, and Shadow moans as he feels a hand gently caressing the area that was just hit. "Now turn over. We're going to start small here, for your first time. I promise I know ball, but slow and steady, right?"
Now Shadow's on his back, and Sonic's guiding his arms up to press on the bed above his head. Shadow takes a deep inhale as he feels the rope wrap around his wrists. Sonic clearly does know what he's doing; Shadow feels him checking to make sure it's not too tight, feels comfortable and safe. He can't see what Sonic's doing, but he feels a tug on the rope and it becomes very clear; and fuck, Sonic is tying him to the headboard.
Presently Sonic pulls away and grins at him. "Give a little pull for me and test it out, tell me how you feel."
Shadow tugs slightly, and hisses out a breath. It's everything he's been wanting. "Feels good."
"Not too tight?"
"Not too tight."
"Good," says Sonic, and he crawls back on the bed, back between Shadow's legs. "Okay, good boy. You ready for more?"
"Yes," Shadow says immediately, squirming against the hold on his wrists. "Please. I… I'm so ready."
"Mmm, I'll bet," Sonic says, amusement clear in his tone. He brings his hands to cup Shadow's waist, squeezing gently. "Fuck, you're so beautiful like this, for me. Gonna touch you now, all over, okay?"
Shadow nods, wishing he could squeeze his thighs together and get some relief for his aching dick.
Sonic starts with his chest fur, that white plume Shadow takes great care in grooming properly. Blue fingers run through it before tugging lightly, making him moan. Then, after a few moments, those fingers trail down his body, caressing sensitive fur before finally finally finding their way to his underwear.
Shadow expects Sonic to just go ahead and rip them off, but he doesn't. Instead, he finds Shadow's cock through the fabric and strokes at it gently.
After all the buildup, Shadow is fucking sensitive. He cries out, hips squirming, needs more.
"Yeah, I was right," Sonic says, unfazed by Shadow's reactions. "You're hard. Pretty boy, for me."
"Fuck," Shadow gasps, closing his eyes. He feels a finger find his entrance through the underwear and press against it, stimulating penetration, and he groans in frustration. "Sonic," he says finally, after what seems like an eternity of fondling.
"Yesss?" Sonic purrs.
Embarrassingly enough, Shadow feels his eyes getting hot with the threat of tears. "Please," he says meekly. "I want… I want the underwear off. I need more."
"Well you just had to say so," Sonic says teasingly, and immediately begins to shimmy Shadow's boyshorts off with clear enthusiasm.
It's at this point that Shadow remembers that no one has ever seen him like this before, but he's so eager and needy that he can't really bring himself to overthink it. Which is saying something, considering how he's a chronic overthinker. Sonic has a strange, miraculous effect on him.
So when Sonic groans and says, "Gaia, Shads, you look fucking delicious. So beautiful, so soaking wet for me. Can I put my mouth on you?", Shadow just nods as an answer. He's beyond speech, he needs it so badly. He must really look like a sight; he's studied his naked body in the mirror before, out of curiosity, especially when his dick started to grow. The pink folds of his cunt are a stark contrast to his black fur, and thanks to frequent masturbation sessions he gets wet so easily, leaking slick so much it's obscene.
Sonic leans down, and Shadow nearly loses his mind at the first touch of Sonic's tongue to his cunt. He throws his head back and cries out as Sonic starts to lap at him in earnest, starting with his clit first before dipping lower to lap at his dripping slit.
It's embarrassing, the effect that it has on him. It's so wet, and so warm, and Sonic is doing absolutely sinister things with his tongue that make Shadow pull desperately against the ropes tying him to the bed. He wants it to stop, it's too much. He wants it to never end, it's not enough. He can't say any of this out loud, because he's crying out repeatedly instead. It only gets worse better when Sonic employs his fingers, gently pressing one into Shadow's pussy while sucking at his dick so amazingly well. He takes his time pressing it in all the way, gently pulling and pushing it in and out until Shadow can take it all. Then he presses a second finger in, then a third, working Shadow open with expertise.
Shadow has had so many orgasms in his life, but this is so drastically different than when he does it himself. It's night and day. He's overwhelmed. It feels like no time at all before he's gasping, "S-Sonic, close, I'm…"
Sonic pulls away from his cunt, grinning at him with a damp muzzle. "Gonna come for me already, Shads?" he murmurs, and Shadow nods desperately. He puts his mouth back on Shadow's cock, he's thrusting his fingers, and Shadow's cries start to raise in pitch-
And then it stops.
Shadow lets out a humiliating noise, a confused kind of "buh?!?" as he looks up blearily at Sonic, hips moving to try and chase the most likely mind-blowing orgasm he was about to have.
Sonic's pulled his fingers out completely, mouth nowhere near Shadow's cunt as he sits up on his haunches. He's grinning like mad. "Something wrong?"
"You… what…" Shadow tries to speak, but he can barely get a couple of words out. "I was-"
"Close?" says Sonic, wiping his muzzle with the back of his hand. "I know you were. You have pretty obvious tells, Shads. Remember what you told me? I thought we might try a little edging."
Oh, fuck.
"I didn't mean it," Shadow says immediately, trying and failing to press his legs together, since Sonic is still in between them. "I take it back, I didn't mean it!"
"Aw, but that's not true, and you know it," Sonic coos to him, patronizing, green eyes flashing cruelly as he gently rubs at Shadow's quavering thighs. "You wanted this. You'd use your safeword if you didn't, right?"
The threat of tears comes right back, thanks to the situation Shadow finds himself in. A hell of his own creation. He dry-sobs, throwing his head back. "I want to come," he whines, trying to rut his hips into Sonic's legs. "So bad, so- ah!"
Before he can register it, Sonic is back and working at him again. This time, he's licking into Shadow's slit while stroking his cock, and the change is just as good. It's much faster this time, but Shadow doesn't dare say anything. He's trying not to give it away, trying to be bad and get what he wants.
But Sonic is too smart for that. This time when he pulls away, Shadow bursts into tears, kicking his legs desperately. "I h-hate you," he manages, as dry as he can muster through little sobs.
Sonic laughs. "That's not the way to get what you want," he says, and Shadow's heart sinks. He leans in to gently tap a finger against Shadow's cock, making Shadow whine and thrash against the ropes once more. "Ask nicely, baby. Maybe then I'll give you what you want."
All of Shadow's pride has long since gone out the window. "Please," he gasps, fists clenching and unclenching. He would do anything to break free from the ropes and tackle Sonic, rubbing himself off to completion. "Please, Sonic, please. I need it, I need to come. I'm sorry I was rude, I'll be good, I need it!"
"Attaboy," Sonic says, and leans down once more.
It doesn't take long this time. Shadow's cries soon get higher, and Sonic finally pushes him over the edge.
Shadow comes, loosely registering that he's whimpering and arching his back. After a moment though it feels like there's nothing he's aware of except for the pleasure in his body and the roaring in his ears, and it's so wonderful. He's always loved orgasms for the way they wipe his mind, but this is on another level.
When the pleasure dies down, he finds himself staring up at Sonic, who's looking down at him with his lips slightly parted, almost awestruck. When Sonic sees Shadow looking, he closes his mouth and smiles. "Hi, Shads."
Shadow blinks up at him for a moment, before words come back to him. "Hi, Sonic," he murmurs hoarsely. He feels his tail trying to wag underneath him, against the sheets. It's embarrassing and he's glad that Sonic can't see it.
"You're really beautiful when you come," says Sonic, his tone dripping with fondness. "Just ethereal. Are you feeling good, baby?"
"Mmhm," Shadow manages, his tail trying to wag a little faster at the pet name. He likes it so much, more than he ever thought he would, when Sonic calls him 'baby'.
"That's good," Sonic says, moving to rub at Shadow's thighs again. It's once again so lovely and grounding. "How are you feeling? That was a lot for you, I know. Do you want to stop, or-"
"No," Shadow says immediately. The more time passes from his orgasm, the more he realizes that he's still horny and ready for more. He wants something besides Sonic's fingers inside of him, something bigger. "I... I want to keep going." He spreads his legs a little more, hinting at where he wants Sonic to be.
Sonic huffs out a laugh. "Lucky for you, I'm prepared," he says proudly. First wiping his hands on his own thighs (which makes Shadow wince, despite everything), he then shimmies out of his stupid gay boxer briefs (his sheath is bulging hard, which makes Shadow swallow), before fishing in his quills and pulling out a wrapped condom.
Shadow frowns, shifting in the ropes. "Did you… know this was going to happen when you came to the party?" He feels a pang of… something, maybe jealousy or insecurity. Would Sonic have settled for anyone tonight?
"Nah," says Sonic. He shrugs sheepishly. "I always have one on me. Just in case I meet someone like you."
It's cheesy, and shouldn't make Shadow feel better, but it does. He rolls his eyes and grunts, which makes Sonic chuckle again. "You like praise, huh?"
Shadow's mouth drops open, gaping up stupidly as Sonic rips open the packet with his teeth. "I… how-"
"You get real cute when I call you beautiful, or pretty, or a good boy," Sonic says, tone so smug it makes Shadow want to hit him. "You blush darker, and your eyes go all round for a quick sec. So adorable."
Come to think of it, Shadow does feel his face grow hot whenever Sonic praises him. Humiliating. Shadow has been told that he's difficult to read by most people, how can Sonic see what so many can't?
Sonic looks down suddenly, and Shadow follows his line of sight, only to see his partner's cock for the first time. Shadow has noticed that Sonic has been hard for a while, and it seems pretty easy for him to coax his cock out of his sheath.
Which is… flattering. Sonic clearly is attracted to him in this embarrassing state, somehow.
Sonic is… well, Shadow doesn't exactly see many dicks in real life, but Sonic is reasonably well endowed. Pretty much as big as some of Shadow's larger toys, although not the largest. Still, it's real, flushed and veiny and dripping pre-come, and that alone makes Shadow a little nervous—even if he's still turned on. He must look nervous, too, because Sonic hums reassuringly.
"You're gonna be just fine, Shads," he says, sparing Shadow a smile before focusing back to tugging the condom on. Grabbing the forgotten lube, he slicks himself up. "I prepped you, remember? And you fuck yourself all on your own. It's gonna be a breeze with me here."
"Okay," says Shadow, but he must still not look very convinced, because Sonic wipes his hand on his own leg again before going back to stroking Shadow's thighs. They're trembling, Shadow realizes.
"You remember the safe word, right?"
Shadow nods, biting his lip. He doesn't want to use it. He wants to get fucked.
Sonic hums, and leans in to kiss him. Shadow moans into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut, opening slowly and dreamily when Sonic finally pulls away. "You've got this, my good boy," he says. "And any time you want to stop, we stop. But you're gonna have fun. Just relax and breathe, you're gonna take me so good." And then he positions himself properly, lining himself up with Shadow's entrance.
When he presses in, all of Shadow's residual worries melt away. It's slow and steady, but Shadow can take it; he exhales, and he isn't trembling anymore.
"There we go," Sonic murmurs. His voice sounds strained, and his eyes are locked on to where their bodies are meeting. "Fuck, you're nice and tight, my good boy."
Shadow lets out a filthy moan at the praise, clenching briefly while Sonic is only halfway inside. It makes Sonic moan back to him, pausing to lean down and kiss one of his knees, giving Shadow an extra moment to adjust before he's slowly pushing in again.
Shadow can feel his body making space for Sonic inside him, and the feeling is shockingly erotic. Even through the condom, Sonic is warm and pulsing inside of him, and when he bottoms out the both of them groan at the same time as Shadow feels Sonic's hips pressing against his ass. It's beyond intimate. Shadow has never felt this close with any other person before. He feels like he's dreaming.
"You're so perfect for me," Sonic is saying, and Shadow whines in response. He feels like he's about to start tearing up again. "You're such a good little thing, taking me so well."
"F-feels so good," Shadow manages, wide-eyed as he looks up at Sonic. "I didn't know… it's not like being alone, not at all." That's a lot of words for him right now in this mental state, but he's reeling. How could he have survived so long without this?
"Yeah, it's different, huh," Sonic says, smiling. He reaches down and wipes under Shadow's right eye with his thumb, and Shadow is surprised to see teardrops clinging to it. He's already crying. "Are you ready for me to move, baby? Let me make you feel even better."
Shadow nods immediately, eager for it, but the moment Sonic starts to pull out he whimpers plaintively. It feels so wrong, becoming empty again.
Sonic shushes him, gripping at his thighs. But he looks like he's struggling too, grimacing and breathing heavy with a hungry look in his eyes. Shadow can't help but feel smug; Sonic clearly likes being inside of him almost as much as Shadow loves having him inside.
Sonic pulls almost all the way out, until the tip, and Shadow is desperate for it, pulling against his binds again. And then Sonic thrusts back in, much faster than he entered before, and Shadow howls. This clearly encourages Sonic, who begins a respectable rhythm, fucking in and out, in and out.
The drag of Sonic's cock inside of him, the way most thrusts perfectly rub against the sensitive nerves in his cunt, the feeling of being penetrated over and over. The rhythm of it. Shadow starts to lose himself, in the best possible way. His mind goes foggy, all his attention focused on his pussy and the cock going inside of it. Distantly he's aware that he's still making noises, breathless moans and keens and choked whimpers, and Sonic is still talking to him.
Sonic never stops talking to him. Sonic won't shut up, and Shadow can't get enough of it. Calling him beautiful, calling him baby, even a good little slut, just for me. Telling him how tight and hot and slick he is, how perfect his pussy is. "I wanna eat you up, you're so cute and perfect." It's everything, to Shadow.
He's enjoying getting fucked and praised so much that he almost forgets the goal here, the orgasm they're both chasing. He almost doesn't even want to come at this point, wanting to stay like this forever; but eventually Sonic reaches down and strokes at his cock again, and the pleasure is so intense that Shadow starts to sob.
"W-wait!" he gasps through the tears starting to stream down his cheeks, clenching down on the cock inside of him and pulling on the ropes. "Too much, it's too much!"
"Don't be silly," Sonic admonishes him gently, but he's breathless; when Shadow looks up at him, it's clear he's getting a little closer himself. "You're so good for me, right?"
Shadow keens, squirming on Sonic's cock. "Y-yes," he manages, despite himself. He's good, a good boy. He feels good. But he also feels like he's going to explode. "I just don't know if I can-"
"You can," says Sonic, pinching his cock gently and making him cry out. The pleasure-pain is exhilarating. "Just breathe, sweetheart, and focus on the sound of my voice. Focus on how good your pussy feels. You wanna come for me, don't you, Shads?"
"Yes," Shadow sobs, closing his eyes and bawling. "Wanna come, please, please-"
"I'm giving you permission," Sonic says, cutting him off, still stroking at him sweetly. "Come on, Shads. Come for me."
Shadow's world falls apart. He comes, and simultaneously comes apart at the seams. Distantly he's aware that he's all but screaming, but mostly the focus is on the pleasure so acute it's almost agony. It's bliss.
It feels like forever and a day before he finally returns back to his body. Or, at least most of him does. He's purring louder than he ever has in his life, looking up at Sonic through hazy eyes that refuse to focus all the way. He feels like he's high.
Sonic's still talking to him, sounding so deliciously husky as he speaks gentle praising words that Shadow can't understand. He pulls out, and his cock feels softer. Sonic came, too.
The realization makes Shadow so elated that he giggles, wriggling happily on the bed as he feels the ropes loosen and come off of his wrists. He cooes wordlessly as Sonic takes his arms and leans in to groom lovingly at the area where the rope touched his skin, and he's still purring up a storm.
He wants to thank Sonic for such a wonderful experience, but he can barely think coherently let alone speak. So he settles for reaching up with a needy expression when Sonic is finished grooming him, wanting cuddles.
(He hasn't asked anyone for cuddles, wordlessly or not, since he was a hoglet and Maria was alive. This is kind of astonishing, but he's too out of his mind to register it as such).
Thankfully, Sonic immediately obliges. He flops down on the bed, turns Shadow to face him, and pulls him close. He's stronger than he looks, and smells good; like musk and pine and citrus. Shadow hears himself moan distantly as he nuzzles into Sonic's neck.
Sonic rubs at his back in circles, around and around, and Shadow tracks it in a daze until his mind starts to come back to him. The first emotion he's fully aware of is embarrassment.
"Oh, fuck," he says breathlessly, and his voice is hoarse. He tries to pull away, but Sonic only lets him get about an inch of space. "I'm so sorry, I-"
"You have nothing to apologize for," Sonic murmurs back, grinning at him sleepily. The way he's staring makes Shadow's heart leap in his chest. "You were so perfect, Shadow."
Slowly Shadow feels his body relax again, muscle by muscle. "Really?" he whispers.
"Mmhm. I don't usually come that fast," says Sonic, starting to rub at Shadow's back again. "I'm not bullshitting you, I swear. You were so fucking hot that I was worried I was gonna come before you did."
That shouldn't make Shadow feel as prideful as it does. "Oh," he says softly, before ducking his head and wordlessly scooting forward so that they're pressed against each other again.
Thankfully all Sonic does is chuckle and squeeze at his hip. After another few minutes, he says, "I hope Rouge isn't pissed that we left early."
"Are you kidding?" Shadow says, rolling his eyes. "She's probably going to give you a medal. She's been wanting me to get laid for years." He yawns.
Sonic chuckles, tracing patterns through Shadow's fur. "Um, hey," he says after a moment, sounding oddly nervous for the first time all night. "I had fun. Obviously. Do you think… I mean, if it's not too-"
"Sonic," Shadow says, his tone dry. "I'll make you a deal. If you shut up for once tonight and let me sleep, yes. We can do this again."
"Sweet," says Sonic proudly.
"You're so gay," Shadow replies, but he's sure that Sonic can feel him smiling into the blue fur of his neck.