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"It's not what it looks like," Shadow growls lowly, though, with the way Sonic is looking with his mouth open and his eyes focused on what's under him, Shadow has a feeling it's not quite believable.
"That's me."
"Shut up," He scowls in shame, leaning over to cover the incriminating evidence like he can suddenly hide it from view.
"That's a doll of me," Sonic unabashedly says - he stalks forward swiftly, the smile on his face glaring, making Shadow turn away and contemplate how much chaos energy it would take for him to suddenly combust into flames.
Shadow huffs, avoiding eye contact. "So what?"
Sonic doesn't answer for a long moment. "You missed me."
Shadow doesn't answer this time. He was, to be fair, missing Sonic, but how do you explain to your boyfriend that the way you cope with him and you being apart for so long was humping a plush version of him in bed?
It started like this - Sonic got a lot of publicity saving the world a few times, so here and there, he'd get gifted fan items like art or jewelry or anything else you could think of. Then, the bigger corporations started hitting him up once they realized his friendly face and free advertising of himself brought in a lot of mobians. A Sonic the Hedgehog certified drink here, a brand of running shoes there- the marketable plushy line of him and his friends were inevitable, really, and honestly brought in a nice paycheck that maybe hero-ing didn't when he incidentally caused a lot of property damage. What were they gonna do, charge the villain who doesn't even pay his taxes for it?
Anyways, Sonic had obviously gotten the whole line of plushies of his friends when they came out. Situated in their own little space in the dedicated fan-room, on the wall cozied with the years of gifts and art he'd received from fans. What was he supposed to do, Shads, throw it away? But then came the worst part - Sonic showing Shadow on his cellular device the blueprints of a marketable sized Shadow the Hedgehog with big, green, begging eyes, and Shadow going absolutely fucking not.
Four months later a soft, dark plushy sat on the bed with a mirror of Shadow's face, and Sonic had placed his own plushy (i.e. himself) next to it while going, "They're boyfriends!"
Screw his dumb boyfriend and his dumb boyfriend's dumb look of happiness and Shadow's dumb insides for melting at the display of his terribly dumb, terribly cute boyfriend fawning over their fucking dolls.
Those dumb fucking dolls.
And it didn't start out like it had. It was just, him and Sonic have always had their own things besides each other. Some would say that was a good, healthy thing (i.e. Rouge), but when one of them goes on mission after mission for stupid G.U.N. and the other is a hero in constant need and flies to the edges of the Earth like the wind, well, screw Shadow for being a little sentimental and flustered at how cold their bed was without the blue idiot, alright?
It happened more than he would like to admit. And he didn't want to bother Sonic with it - yeah, I miss you so much, would you please maybe slow down your entire livelihood and reason for existing for me so we can cuddle in bed sometimes?
Absolutely not.
And he knows it's stupid - but the words just don't come to him as easily, they catch in his throat and then Sonic is out the door with a smile and a flash, and then he has the house to himself for a whole week until his boyfriend comes back from whatever adventure he's bound to get himself into.
So maybe one night, after missing him a little too much, Shadow grabbed the closest fill-in for the blue blur, which happened to be that stupid fucking plushy.
And he doesn't know when the idea clicked in his head - yeah, maybe after a couple of weeks of limited contact, where he just had some daunting angsty-past shit and G.U.N. operations to deal with and Sonic had a mess with Egghead to deal with too, and they were just missing each other by days or even hours in their constant, straining schedule - but Shadow just felt so pent up, so aching, he had looked at the Sonic plush in his arms with the sad thought of, I miss you. And the Sonic-voice in his head replied, with a twinkle in his plush eye, I'm right here, idiot!
The bed had smelled faintly of Sonic. The pillows smelled like Sonic, and the sheets, and, somehow, the doll - and his hand was brushing his mound before he could think, shivering at the touch. Wondering if his boyfriend was missing him as much as Shadow was missing him. Course I am, faker, the plush stared at him, voice soft and murmuring, and Shadow softly gasped. Normally, he didn't indulge, but it had been so long (weeks) since he could even hold his Sonic in his arms, truly touch him and smell him and kiss him and fuck him into the bed, he just wanted. His cock agreed, sliding easily out of his pouch with a shlich and throbbing want. He was already touching himself and moving his hand before he even realized he had pulled the Sonic plushy closer, mouthing at the soft material like pressing kisses. He thumbed over the head, gathering the precum up in the firm of his hand and partly covered his length before going for more. He breathed against the plush chest of the doll, already hungrily searching for more of the faint scent of Sonic. Shadow moaned, pumping himself quickly as the build began to climb and climb. He ached, chaos he ached, and he frantically had himself thrusting into his own fist until one harsh thrust, two, and he was cumming over his hands with a strain of the word, "Sonic."
It was the most embarrassing thing of his life. He got worked up over a doll. And he would've thrown the thing in the garbage if it wasn't the sad way the Shadow doll would look by itself, and the perhaps saddening trill Sonic would've given him if he ever found out what happened to its' counterpart. He elected to shove the thing face first into the bed as punishment, just so it wouldn't see his embarrassing blush and somehow convey it to Sonic himself.
But of course, nothing ever went his way. He couldn't stop thinking about the doll now that he'd done what he'd done - and Sonic was still busy for the next week and a half. And there'd be no one around to bother him.
Next time, he found himself placing the doll under him. It was so soft and warm, and he imagined it was Sonic under him. Sonic, panting, wanting him and asking Shadow, please.
So it became an occurrence - one he did NOT inform his boyfriend of. Because what maniac divulges their masturbation fantasies and experiences to their significant other?
...a decision that has now come to bite him in the ass.
Because of course he wouldn't hear Sonic coming home early from his latest tryst. Of course Sonic would be coming in just as Shadow was half-haphazardly making his way towards orgasm, grinding his cock between the soft, plush legs of Sonic's plushie and driving him crazy. Of fucking course Shadow wouldn't hear, or more like, neglect to hear the door opening and Sonic stepping through until it was already too late.
A soft giggle snaps him out of his thinking, face red and sweaty. Sonic doesn't look upset, but that didn't mean anything. The other hedgehog just eyes between his legs, his bottom lip sucked in with a barely-contained smile as he surveys the sight.
Shadow still hasn't moved from his compromising position on top of the plush. He's half praying that this whole thing is some nightmare scenario concocted by an Eggman trap, perhaps, but with the way his face is ablaze he severely doubts it.
"I get it, y'know," Sonic drawls out in that low, simmering tone. "You must've been so desperate, huh? All wound up and hard while waiting for me?"
Shadow grits his teeth and pointedly doesn't answer.
Sonic continues on anyway. "Were you imagining me under you, squirming? Maybe grinding that fat cock of yours into me until I'm crying for it?"
A soft exhale shakily leaves him, not going unnoticed by Sonic. It only seems to spur him on further, laying a gentle hand across Shadow's face and turning it until their eyes meet.
"I'm so wet for you," Sonic whispers. "Keep going. Don't stop."
Slowly, but obediently, he rocks himself back against the plushie.
Sonic lets out a soft moan. "That's it, that's it. Don't stop."
He isn't even doing anything except talking, and yet, every part of Shadow feels alight. His ears burn, and his legs hurt from straining and kneeling, but all he can do is focus on the warmth of Sonic's hand on his face, imaging the warmth that could be against his cock and around it and-
"Fuck, baby," Sonic hoarsely moans, like Shadow's doing it to him and not the doll, like Shadow is touching him after weeks and weeks of waiting- "I want it so bad."
He wants it too. Shadow wants Sonic and missed him and loves him, and his hips jerk harsher against the doll and against the bed until it begins a rhythmic creaking. Sonic's other hand goes to cup his face and Shadow outright moans, heat building back up quickly from its interrupted status to something hot and soothing.
"Keep going, keep going, I want it, I want you cumming all over me, Shadow, Shads-"
Another moan forcefully rips its way from his mouth, and Shadow's hand shoots up to cup at one of Sonic's, nuzzling into the touch, breathing him in.
"Missed you, missed you, need you-"
"Fuck, Shadow."
"Fuck, Sonic-!"
Sonic slams their mouths together, jerking him off balance, and smashing their teeth together before he can tongue his way into Shadow's mouth - but it's enough, because Shadow's cumming, he's cumming, all over that doll and the bed, his hips jerking and grinding for friction as his orgasm plays out. Sonic fills all his senses, his smell, his taste, his sight before he closes his eyes, his thoughts, and it's pure euphoria. All of it is just Sonic Sonic Sonic as he coasts along the heat and pleasure, the ache inside him finally receding into the dark depths of silence.
They part, and Sonic grins against his mouth. "That was so fucking hot."
Shadow can't even talk. The glow of his high is starting to wash over him, and he's sweaty, and tired, and a little hungry, to be honest.
"Poor Sonic Junior, though. I have no idea how we're gonna wash him out."
He just gives a non-committal hum. Now that his Sonic is here and real and in the flesh, the doll has served its purpose. He couldn't care less about what happened to it now.
Sonic just flashes him another grin. "Ah, oh well. I'm sure he won't mind if I take his place."
Finally shifting and popping some aching joints, Shadow gives him a pointed look. "Gimmie a minute. I want to enjoy the after-glow before the embarrassment of this whole mess hits me."
"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Sonic raises an eyebrow. "You missed me. It's kinda cute."
"I fucked a doll, Sonic."
"You fucked a doll me, Shadow," Sonic snipes at him. "You were really going to town on that thang. It was hawt. I want you to do it to me. Tha's all."
Shadow stares at him. "You're ridiculous."
"Says dollfucker. Hey, you're telling me everything you were imagining by the way."
Shadow rolls his eyes. "Of course." Never mind Sonic already saw half of what Shadow wanted to do to him. He should've burned the plushies when he had the chance.
Sonic moves to peck him on the cheek. "I mean it. Next time, I'm that doll."
His dick gives a flicker of life. Shadow just shoves Sonic over instead.