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Sonic gracefully gives him all of two days to wallow in his wounded pride. By which that actually means Sonic spends all of two days throwing grins, waggling eyebrows, and light giggles Shadow's way until eventually Shadow finds himself cornered into their bedroom.
"Whore," He says lightly with a too-giddy tone, as if his legs aren't already shaky by the time Sonic has backed him into the bed, falling backwards against the edge to let the blue hedgehog climb into his lap.
"Hypocrite," Sonic replies back, his smile a little too sharp as he settles on top of Shadow's lap. "I feel you hard, by the way."
"Who's fault is that?"
"Maybe plushie Sonic." The other hedgehog leans until they're inches away, nose-to-nose as his gaze darkens in a way that curls a warm feeling in Shadow's gut. "Maybe you're humping that thang when I'm not looking. Maybe you just can't get enoug-"
Shadow connects their lips with a sharp nip, Sonic gasping against him but immediately melting into the sloppy, stinging kiss. His hands go to Sonic's waist, gripping, and Sonic's own hands find themselves in Shadow's quills, trailing, tugging, claws prickling through the fabric that even he can feel it.
He loves it when Sonic gets like this. He loves the possessive, almost feral display of hunger the blue blur shows for him, only him, only in moments like this. This is what he was missing, this is what he craves when the world sees a smiling, happy hedgehog. He loves his blue blur, and he loves when his blue blur devours him, because in truth, Shadow can't get enough. And neither can Sonic.
"Were y'u thinking of this, Shads?" Sonic mumbles when they part, gasping as Shadow attacks his mouth again and again and again to barely let the words fall out. "You- mph, you missin' this?"
"More," Shadow pleads, and truly does plead, because Sonic was right when he first said it: Shadow's hard. And his cock aches in his mound, the subtle shifts of his love above him building a sweet friction on top of the kissing.
"I wanna know," Sonic demands, a hand having been de-gloved from Shadow's sight swiping its way carefully across his muzzle, claw tracing along his mouth. "Or I'll leave."
No! "You wouldn't dare."
Sonic raises an eyebrow.
He balks. Sonic would. He knows Sonic would. Sonic would leave him close to the edge and then walk away, cruelly, until he divulged everything up to his darkest desires. He's done it before.
Shadow sulks, ducking his head. "I can't."
"You can," Sonic purrs. Shadow avoids his gaze, breath hitching. "You can, Shads. C'mon."
"It's mortifying."
"It's sexy."
"It's, ah..."
Sonic brushes gently, just a touch, just a brush of what Shadow could have if he'd get out of his own damn mind. He smiles at the darker hedgehog, all warmth and eyes patient and waiting like he always is for the other to catch up, surpass him, and then fall in line together just like they always have.
He lets out a breath. "Just...you."
"More."
"I...fucking dammit, I missed you."
"Oh baby..." Sonic purrs. "I know."
His face burns with the shame of it. "K-Kissing you. Mouthing at you, like you like, kissing you all over..."
His faker doesn't respond, but he feels Sonic nuzzling against him, against his face with purring kisses, his hips rocking until Shadow's cock unsheathes itself on a soft roll of hips. Shadow groans, but teeth nip at his neck, beckoning him further.
"Fucking those perfect thighs..."
Sonic's breath abruptly puffs over his ear. "Fuck, Shadow."
"Grinding myself until you're begging, until you're crying-"
Sonic shivers against him, going, "Shadow, shit, Shadow, please."
Shadow, please.
"Please, please?" Shadow asks him, begs him, arms already wrapping around Sonic to switch them, gently settling Sonic on the bed with him on top and between those perfect legs, perfect thighs, but holding it back. "Please, Sonic?"
"Please what?"
"Your thighs," Is what Shadow responds. He wants it, he wants it so badly, and Sonic wants it too with his perfect, stunning grin and his lidded eyes and his wet, wet cunt already leaving trails of want against his cock.
"Yeah, baby," Sonic breaths out, giggling almost. "Fuck my thighs like I'm your doll."
Shadow huffs at the comment, but quickly settles against Sonic anyway. He maneuvers his love's legs, pinning them together, leaning forward until the head of his cock can slide perfectly into the slotted gap left just for him. He groans when his cockhead finally, finally rubs against warmth and wet, heavy on top of Sonic's body, the pressure so, so good it has him shaking before he's even started.
"Shadow," Sonic nearly whispers as Shadow finally slides between his thighs, pulls back, and slides forward once more. He's barely pulling back, barely sliding out until he's pressing in between them again, the small plap of fur against soft fur enough to send arousal bolting up his spine.
Desperation, and Sonic's small puff of breathy moans, has him going faster. He doesn't slam their bodies together, no, but he slides them together, rolls his hips until the front of his thighs kiss the back of Sonic's, and leans over to plant a messy kiss onto his lover's mouth.
It's messy, and it's heavy, and it's what feels like love. Sonic's breath picks up, soft moans leaving his mouth and Shadow goes to eat them whole like a starved man, swallowing each noise until he returns one of his own.
It's only when Sonic's breathing stutters, and his hips contorting with him that he realizes Sonic is close. He aims his cock to slide over Sonic's folds, particularly grinding them together, and Sonic's thighs clenches around him tighter as he cums with a short, gasping, "Shadow-!"
Sonic's hand comes between them to gather slick, and rub at his tip, sliding over his dick as Shadow's dick slides through his thighs, and he comes after, legs twitching and arms giving out so that he almost collapses on top of his blue lover.
"Heavy," is all Sonic says, and Shadow immediately rolls them over, gathering Sonic into his arms and squeezing him close. "Oh, gross, oh, no, Shadow!"
"Ssssshut up," Shadow purrs out, hand brushing over Sonic's quills lovingly. "Shut up. I love you. I love you so much. Shut the fuck up."
Sonic pauses for a moment, then giggles. "Fine. I love you too, asshat. You're cleaning us up, faker."
Shadow does not care. He merely kisses Sonic on the lips, and Sonic kisses back, and the world is perfect.