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To be honest? Completely and totally, irrevocably honest? Sonic wasn't doing so hot. Time and time again, he just kept forgetting that he couldn't pull off certain moves and maneuvers at his age anymore, not without consequences.
Sonic groaned into his pillow, face-down with his arms by his side and doing very little besides wallowing in his misery. He didn't dare move, it was enough trouble finding a semi-comfortable position with his back thrown out in the first place.
The room was humid, almost dank. He hadn't opened a window in days. He knew it smelled like musk and sweat, but he couldn't bring himself to care enough to force himself out of bed—it's not like anybody else was gonna see it anyways. Even though the curtain was drawn, he could see the tiniest hint of dying light in a crack between the curtains, the slightest tilt of his head costing him dearly as pain shot down his lower back, making him involuntarily hiss and curl his hands into fists.
There were no two ways about it: he was miserable.
Amy had (very kindly) asked him this morning if he was okay and offered to hang out. Said they could take it easy and watch movies or something. He declined, telling her that he was doing fine and was just tired, too tired to entertain company. It was true, at least in part. He was tired. But no matter how long he laid in bed and dozed off, he didn't feel any more rested.
Maybe he should've accepted, someone coming over might've forced him to slap a heat patch on and to clean up. But he hadn't accepted, so here he was. Tired, cranky, and hating his treacherous body for not automatically getting out of bed. Each passing second felt more and more like he had missed his opportunity to start his day, like he had no choice now but to wait until tomorrow to get up at a proper time.
Try again tomorrow? Yeah, that sounded like a plan. That's what he thought yesterday too, but he'd woken up past noon—so his day had been ruined from the start. If he slept now though, chances were that he'd wake up at a reasonable hour and finally muster up the ability to actually start his day the way he should, at the time he should.
Of course, it didn't take long for his plans to get ruined again.
A sharp knock sounded at his bedroom door, followed by silence. He’d recognize the attitude behind that knock anywhere. He turned his head slightly, bearing with the minor zap of pain to call out to the intruder: “What's the point of knocking on my bedroom if you already teleported into the apartment?”
The door creaked open, his uninvited guest waltzing in blind to the acidity of Sonic's response. “It smells rancid in here.” Shadow wrinkled his nose, immediately striding over to the window and cracking it open as if it would do anything to fix the source of the problem. “You haven't showered?”
“Why do you sound so offended?” Sonic grumbled into the pillow. “You're the one who busted in here.” On impulse, he burrowed further into his blankets, enduring the pressure it forced on his back if it meant shielding himself from Shadow’s judgment. However bad it was in his room, he knew it was infinitely worse under the covers.
Shadow grunted, footsteps a little too loud on the hardwood floor as he puttered around Sonic’s room, inspecting the mess. It wasn’t so bad. The room as a whole was untouched, the only true mess being the empty food containers piled on Sonic’s nightstand and a few blankets on the floor that had slipped off of Sonic’s bed.
When Shadow didn’t respond, Sonic lifted his head a little, just enough to catch Shadow crouched down by one of his shelves and flipping through a book. “I’m not in the mood for company right now, Shads.” He squinted at Shadow’s barely-visible silhouette, the lack of light not aiding him in his search for the dark figure occupying his room. “If you’re here to tour my bookshelf, either grab a book and go or save it for another time.”
A low sigh met Sonic’s ears as Shadow snapped the book shut, placing it back on the shelf. “Are you going to keep whining or are you going to actually get up and make me leave?” He strode closer, stopping beside Sonic’s bed. “You look pathetic. Is this all it takes to demoralize you? A few days without running and you’re already reduced to this?”
“I’m not in the mood, Shadow,” Sonic repeated, pointedly turning his head back so his face was buried back in the comforting embrace of his gross, sweaty pillow. “Go away.”
“What a mess,” Shadow said, a hint of fondness coloring his tone. “You can’t even handle this much by yourself.” He leaned down, breath ghosting over Sonic’s ear and making it nervously twitch. “Let me help.”
Half of him wanted to persist in telling Shadow to get the hell out, but the other half of him… Well…
Sonic snorted. “Did you really come here just to get some tail from an old man? The bar can’t possibly be that low.” He was joking, but he couldn’t help the small pit that formed in his stomach at the thought that the statement wasn't totally false. He wasn’t exactly prime real estate anymore. And he wouldn’t care so much if it wasn’t Shadow , who prized ability above all else.
“No,” Shadow’s fingers combed through Sonic’s quills, making him shiver. “Though I won’t deny that you do look pitiful.” A hand slid down the curve of Sonic’s back, resting above the base of his tail.
Silence hung over them, Sonic considering Shadow’s words. It wasn’t like they hadn’t fucked before, though it had been a few years since they last got intimate with each other. Still, it wasn’t anything Shadow hadn’t seen before, and he knew Shadow wasn’t the type to make offers he didn't intend of carrying out. Coming to a decision, he turned his head enough for Shadow to catch a sliver of his face, grumbling, “Sure, whatever. You’re doing all the work though; I don’t wanna move.”
Hands immediately started pulling away Sonic’s blankets with a fervor far more enthusiastic than Sonic had expected. “I’ll take care of everything,” Shadow purred. Blankets were tossed aside, Sonic left to lay bare with nothing shielding him from Shadow’s appreciative gaze. Even if his age was showing, fur thicker and darker than it’d been in his youth, Sonic had clearly maintained himself. His body was every bit as beautifully constructed as Shadow remembered.
Sonic grunted as Shadow’s hand slipped under his lower stomach, raising his hips. “Careful, careful.” He hissed, knuckles turning white with how hard he gripped the sheets. “Out of commission, remember?”
“Bear with it.” Shadow said mildly, grabbing one of the many pillows scattered around Sonic’s tangled mess of a bed and sliding it under Sonic’s hips.
A low hiss left Sonic as he was lowered back down, back curving with the help of the pillow. While his back still throbbed, the position alleviated some of the pressure. He was thankful for that much. “Okay, right. Cool. Cool…” He grunted as Shadow repeated the process, slipping the pillow out from under his head to support Sonic’s chest instead. As much as he had complained, he did feel better in this position.
He snuck a glance at Shadow as the black hedgehog climbed onto the bed, quickly leaving Sonic’s immediate field of view. He might’ve been seeing things, but on the off-chance he wasn’t… He laughed, “Are you already hard?”
“Yes.” Shadow didn’t seem particularly concerned with the question, hands already squeezing Sonic’s waist before trailing down to his hips, hands applying a gentle, much-needed pressure. “Why wouldn’t I be?” One hand left his hip, only to grasp his tail. Shadow had always had a funny fixation on playing with the appendage.
“Just asking.” But he couldn’t help the slight wag of his tail that he knew Shadow could feel in his grasp, pleased with the answer.
Shadow scoffed, but didn’t press the matter. The fur on the back of Sonic’s neck tickled as Shadow leaned closer to breathe his scent in. Shadow sighed, tone frustratingly neutral. “You smell foul.”
“Charming, Shadow. That’ll really get me going.”
“Apparently so.” Shadow spread Sonic’s pussy apart with his thumb, pleased with the slick already making an appearance in spite of Sonic’s biting words. “Do you have condoms?”
Sonic scrunched up his face, thinking. “Uh, maybe? I think I had some in the nightstand drawer. They might be expired though.” He didn’t really want to stop here over condoms. They were technically incompatible anyway, Shadow being part-alien and all. “I’m okay going without ‘em if you are.”
The bed frame creaked under Shadow’s weight as he slipped off the mattress. “I’ll check. Makes cleaning up easier.” Sonic waited as Shadow rifled through the drawer, the contents no doubt another mess to navigate his way through. “No good condoms, but there’s some lubricant.”
“Help yourself.” Sonic wasn’t exactly saving it for a rainy day.
The drawer slid shut with a small thud, Shadow wasting no time as he climbed back behind Sonic. He removed his gloves, setting them aside on the corner of the bed before pouring a generous amount of lube into his hand. Sonic produced a more-than adequate amount of slick on his own, but it didn’t hurt to kick-start the process.
Sonic whined at the sensation of cool lube being smeared over his lips, the difference in temperature uncomfortable. His discomfort was quickly soothed though, Shadow’s fingers sliding lazily up and down and bringing the lube up to body temperature.
Fingers circled around Sonic’s clit before swiftly moving up to slip inside of him, easing in and out at a shallow depth. Shadow coaxed him into relaxing further with each curl of his fingers, Sonic’s head dropping in spite of himself as his body opened up to Shadow, each little motion making a wet squelch as Shadow delved deeper. Little puffs of air left Sonic with each motion, punched out by Shadow managing to find just the right spot to soothe an itch he hadn’t even realized existed inside of him.
“Come on,” Sonic whimpered. “I’m ready, quit messing around.” He could already feel slick starting to drip out, so stupidly wet from this alone that he felt like he’d go crazy if Shadow didn’t fuck him now .
Shadow pulled his fingers free, wiping the excess slick on himself before pumping his cock to full attention. “Hold on,” he grunted. He was more than happy to mount Sonic, dick sliding teasingly between Sonic’s lips before lining himself up properly and finally pushing into that tight, blissful heat. He groaned as he pushed forward, determined not to stop until they were joined hip to hip.
“Ohh,” Sonic breathed out, voice shaky as Shadow bullied his way into him. He moaned as Shadow settled deep inside of him, the sound filthy and pathetic to even his own ears. “You haven’t changed a bit.”
“Hm.” Shadow grunted in acknowledgement. He ran his hands along Sonic’s sides, down his back, touching him everywhere he could manage. He knew Sonic liked a minute to adjust, to feel the weight of Shadow inside of him. And who was he if not accommodating?
Sonic sighed, tail wagging against Shadow’s stomach. He had missed this. It wasn’t like they were exclusive, but Sonic had always been busy and had never quite found the right time, person, or motivation to experiment outside of Shadow. It was strangely comforting because of that, that Shadow was so intimately familiar to him.
Shadow’s hips nudged forward, the shallow thrust more than enough to get Sonic’s attention. “Can I move?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Sonic nodded, not really caring what Shadow did so long as he did something, something that’d make him feel better. “I’m good, do whatever.”
“Good.”
Sonic near-immediately choked on his words, not expecting the hard thrust forward that punctuated Shadow’s response. Hands pinned down against the mattress at his sides by Shadow, it was all Sonic could do to arch his back, yelping with pleasure-pain as Shadow fucked into him without a hint of mercy.
Shadow growled in Sonic’s ear, “Do you have any clue how you look right now?” His pace was relentless, not slowing for even a second. “I said you looked pathetic and I meant it—” he snarled, “—so fucking pitiful . Where’d all that bravado go?”
Pressed face-down into the mattress, Sonic did little more than moan with each harsh thrust, little gasps and whimpers punched out of him while tugging at his wrists under Shadow’s grip and doing his best to brace his feet against the sheets for some kind of security. There wasn’t any real effort to get free, the resistance was habitual more than anything. Still, it was just noticeable enough that Shadow wasn't having it.
Grabbing Sonic’s wrists with a more secure grip, he pulled Sonic’s arms back so Sonic had no choice but to accommodate him, back curving and ass raising beautifully. Incidentally, it also shifted Shadow’s angle, cock sliding deeper into Sonic. “Fuck,” he groaned, pace breaking. He slowed down, focusing on filling Sonic the way he knew the hedgehog liked as his free hand found purchase on Sonic's hip, thumb rolling over his clit. “This is exactly what you needed, isn’t it? To be put in your place?”
Every thrust was almost punishing, hitting Sonic so perfectly deep that it made his eyes tear up and his toes curl, voicing raising in a crescendo. “Shadow,” he panted, “Shad—!” He gritted his teeth, whining pitifully. “‘S too fast,” he pleaded. “You’re going too fast, I’m gonna cum,” he could feel it coming, coming way too fast and hard for his liking.
Shadow laughed at that, low and self-satisfied. “Then cum, I’ll take care of you.”
“Shadow, fuck, hold on, I’m gonna—” Sonic’s legs shook, and just like that, it was over for him. The tension inside of him snapped. He screamed into the mattress, Shadow fucking him all the way through his orgasm into pure whiteness. He lost sense of what was happening, pure sensation running through his body like he’d been lit on fire.
By the time he regained his wits, it was over. Shadow was still inside of him, hands combing through Sonic’s quills and running over his body. A loud, clicking purr registered in Sonic’s brain, the sound emerging from his throat. Shadow’s own low purr filtered into his ears following his; softer, smoother. Comforting.
“Thank you,” he blurted out. He cringed, voice more creaky than he had expected. His mouth was dry too, almost feeling like he’d swallowed cotton.
Shadow grunted, continuing his idle motions.
Sonic didn’t protest. It was nice, being doted on. Unfortunately, as minutes passed, the drying drool and tears smeared all over his face made the experience slightly less enjoyable. He cleared his throat before he spoke this time. “As much as I wanna stay like this, I’m starting to feel kinda gross. Mind letting me up, Shadow?”
“About time,” Shadow grumbled. “I told you it smelled rank earlier.” He pulled out, climbing off of the bed to help Sonic up.
“Not what I meant.” Sonic winced as Shadow helped him awkwardly climb out of bed, cum already starting to migrate from Sonic’s insides to his outsides as he hobbled towards the bedroom door. “Gross, geez.”
Shadow rested a hand on Sonic’s lower back encouragingly. He supported Sonic the rest of the way to the bathroom, letting Sonic lean against a wall while he started a bath. While Shadow worked on that, Sonic stared at himself in the mirror. Wow, he really did look like a mess. Quills sticking up every which way, face wet and fur matted—he really had to question Shadow’s tastes. He couldn’t help but feel a little proud though, if it meant Shadow liked him enough to put up with the mess.
“Bath’s ready.”
Sonic jumped, attention snapping back the Shadow. “Right, thanks man.” He limped over, stepping into the tub and sitting down with Shadow’s help. He sighed in relief at the heat. Wow, he really was getting old. “Sorry for making you do all the work.”
Shadow knelt over the side of the tub, cupping water in his hands to help douse Sonic properly. “It’s fine, I like you having to rely on me.” He cupped Sonic’s face, directing him into a light kiss before pulling away abruptly, nose wrinkling in disgust. “We’re brushing our teeth after you bathe.”
Sonic laughed, back throbbing in protest of the sudden motion. Maybe this wasn’t so bad.