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The first trimester of Shadow’s pregnancy has been hell for Sonic.
The pregnancy cravings he can deal with. Getting woken up at 3 am to find a 24/7 fast food place to get Shadow a very specific sandwich from the menu that Sonic is positive Shadow has never even had before isn't fun, but it’s manageable. The raw meat? Weird, and kind of freaky, but you learn to expect the unexpected when your boyfriend is half alien.
The incessant puking… disgusting, sure, but that’s way worse for Shadow than it is for him. All he has to do is be there to hold his quills back and try to be the best emotional support possible. He’d actually gotten quite worried at one point, even asking Shadow’s midwife if those levels of morning sickness were normal. They are, apparently. Uncommon, but normal. Figures that Shadow would get the short end of the stick.
There are a ton of annoying, shitty things happening to Shadow. But those, in the end, have been affecting his boyfriend way more than they could bother Sonic. He’s empathic enough to shut up and deal with the consequences of his own actions. It takes two to tango, as they say.
The one thing that has been making his life hell is Shadow’s moods. His boyfriend has always been a particularly moody person. He’s known that from the start. Biting responses and arguments are a given in their relationship. It comes with dating your rival. But pregnancy has brought Shadow to a whole new level.
Getting yelled at for just about everything has not been fun. At one point, Shadow had even yelled at him for chewing too loudly . Sonic knows he’s a messy eater, but come on. And then there had been a time when they’d been teasing each other back and forth, nothing unusual, and Shadow had started crying after one of Sonic’s jibes. Not a fun experience.
So, yes, Sonic is starting to feel emotionally exhausted. Once again, the only thing pulling him through is the thought that Shadow has it a hundred times worse. For someone who likes to be in control of himself as much as Shadow does, losing control of your own emotions like that must not be fun.
In Shadow’s 14th week of pregnancy, both of them are just about done with the entire thing already.
One trimester done, two more trimesters to go.
He’s been expecting anything from the second trimester. Everything he’s read has been pretty vague, always talking about how most women go through this, but not all of them, mind you! And seeing as Shadow is half alien and has already dealt with pretty extreme symptoms just in his first trimester, Sonic knows he has to be ready for anything.
However, he definitely hadn’t expected to wake up to Shadow eagerly lapping at his dick. It does explain the wet dream he’d been having, though.
“Fuck, Shadow…” he says, grabbing Shadow’s quills. “Why so eager suddenly?”
His boyfriend had barely even wanted to be touched for the last three months. Whenever Sonic tried to start anything, Shadow would reciprocate at first, only to either be interrupted by a wave of nausea or suddenly not be in the mood. Sonic had been left with many cases of blue balls throughout his boyfriend’s pregnancy.
(Consequences of his own actions, once again.)
But if he’s suddenly in the mood again, Sonic isn’t about to question it. In fact, he intends to take as much advantage of the moment as he possibly can.
He pulls at Shadow’s quills and drags him away from his dick, getting a whine from Shadow in response.
Sonic loves how eager Shadow always is to suck his dick. The warmth of Shadow’s mouth around him has been the subject of many of his wet dreams throughout the years, even before he’d gotten to experience exactly how good he is at using his tongue. But right now, he needs a different kind of warmth.
“Come up here,” he says, pulling him up until he’s straddling him. It’s been far too long since the last time his boyfriend rode him, and Sonic swears he could come just from the sight of Shadow’s pussy hovering above his dick.
Surprised, Sonic notices some slick already coating Shadow’s fur. Quite a lot of it, in fact. “You’re so wet already,” he teases.
Shadow growls. “It’s because s omeone wouldn’t wake up.”
“Aw, but I was having such a nice dream,” he replies. “I guess the real thing is nice enough, too.”
His boyfriend growls again, offended. “Nice enough?! You—”
Then Sonic grabs Shadow’s waist and pulls him down on his cock in one quick movement, with no warning. Shadow lets out a drawn-out moan.
“Oh, yeah, very nice,” he continues. He lets Shadow sit with him inside for a bit, wondering if he should tease him a bit. He quickly decides against it, realizing that it would be torture for him, too. Instead, he lifts Shadow up again and pulls him down, thrusting up to meet his own movements. Shadow catches on quickly, putting his hands on Sonic’s chest for support. Soon, he’s bouncing on his dick, chasing his release.
“Fuck, Shadow…” Sonic moans. From this position, Sonic has a full view of his boyfriend’s pregnant belly. It had started showing not that long ago, and he would be embarrassed to admit that the sight of his boyfriend’s pregnant belly made his dick hard at the most inconvenient moments if the sight of said pregnant boyfriend riding his dick wasn’t so unapologetically sexy.
And, oh, Sonic half-wishes it were possible to get him pregnant again right that instant. As he thrusts into him, he thinks about filling him up with his cum, making him carry all of his children, watching his belly swell up with Sonic’s litter time and time again. Perhaps he’ll allow him to breed him again, once this pregnancy is over. A man can dream.
Shadow’s legs start trembling impatiently, with Sonic’s own thrust becoming erratic. He’s half worried that he’ll come too soon, but then—
Shadow stops moving suddenly, and Sonic feels his cunt spasm around his dick. He blinks in surprise. “…Did you come already?”
Shadow’s ears lay flat against his quills in embarrassment. “…Sorry,” he replies.
Sonic smirks. “Aw, baby, you were very pent up, weren’t you?”
His boyfriend snarls at him (see? moody). “I’m not the one who got a boner at Amy’s birthday party when she pointed out that I was starting to show.”
Sonic blushes at the memory. He’d had to excuse himself to the bathroom. He’s sure that she had caught on to what was happening, but fortunately, she’d decided to spare them both the embarrassment by not mentioning it. Rouge hadn’t been so kind.
But if Shadow wants to be like that, then two can play the same game.
Sonic swiftly flips their positions and places Shadow under him. Before he can even regain his breath, he starts mercilessly thrusting into him. “Maybe it’s about time you take responsibility,” he says.
“Responsibility? Ah— You’re the one, ah— who got me pregnant— fuck! ” Sonic picks up the pace towards the end of the sentence. Embarrassingly enough, he’s getting close too. Being resigned to jerking off for the last few months has left him quite pent up, too.
“And you look so hot thanks to it, too. Showing off your little pregnant belly to everyone, letting them know you’re mine, ” he growls. “Besides, you talk as if you weren’t begging to get bred.”
Shadow tries to talk back, but he’s been turned into a moaning mess. It’s taken less work than usual, which means Shadow must’ve been quite pent up. Nevertheless, his moans are music to Sonic’s ears.
He notices his moans getting louder, and soon enough he’s coming again. Sonic follows right after, spilling into Shadow’s pussy.
He pulls out and flops next to Shadow. “Man, I needed that for sure,” he admits.
Shadow cuddles up to him. “Hm, yeah,” he slurs, and then kisses his cheek. “‘M really sorry about how I’ve been acting.”
He smiles, turning to look at him, and kisses his lips. “It’s fine, babe. I understand,” he replies. Shadow looks like he wants to argue back, but he nuzzles his face into Sonic’s neck and quickly dozes off. It looks like he’s been spared from more morning sickness for now.
He stays in bed, content to cuddle with Shadow for a bit, before he decides to get up and get to work. First, he takes a warm, damp cloth and cleans Shadow up. He knows how much Shadow hates to be filthy after the act, always describing their fluids (as Shadow says) drying in his fur as one of the most uncomfortable sensations he’s ever felt. He probably exaggerates, the clean freak he is, but he indulges him nonetheless.
The next order of business is making breakfast. Sonic will admit that he isn’t a particularly good cook. He’s always managed, having had to feed Tails for a long time, but he’s been trying to pick it up more since he was hit with the news of Shadow’s pregnancy. He can’t exactly leave all the cooking to Shadow when he himself doesn’t need to eat that much.
He’s almost done frying Shadow a couple of eggs when he hears him step into the kitchen. “Morning, sunshine,” he says, gaze still locked in the pan.
Shadow doesn’t reply, but Sonic feels his arms sneak around his midsection, accompanied by the weight of Shadow’s chin on his shoulder. “Mornin’,” he replies.
Another side effect of pregnancy is that Shadow needs quite a lot of sleep. A huge inconvenience for a creature used to needing minimal sleep, apparently. Shadow had complained in length about how annoying it was that his body was now asking for all this extra energy that he hadn’t previously needed in the form of more sleep and food. And he can’t even drink coffee. Oh, the horrors.
For Sonic, it means that he gets to nap with Shadow and see his sleepy face in the mornings, so it’s definitely one of his favourite pregnancy side-effects. Getting to feed him and take care of him feels great, too.
He’s so lost in thought that he almost jumps when he feels Shadow’s hands sneak down to his pouch, expertly trying to coax his dick out. Sonic feels as if his self-restraint is being tested.
“Hold on, babe, let me finish this up first at least,” he says. But Shadow refuses to listen. He starts licking and sucking at Sonic’s neck without stopping his hand work. His dick, too, refuses to listen, because it slips out of his pouch embarrassingly quick. Ignoring his complaints, Shadow starts jerking him off. That does it.
He lets go of the pan, remembering to turn the gas off, and turns around to face Shadow. His pupils are blown in a way Sonic has only seen a handful of times during their most passionate moments. “Chaos, Shadow, how are you this horny already?” he says. “You came twice, like, an hour ago.”
Shadow huffs, not dignifying his question with an answer, drops on his knees and quickly swallows his dick whole. “Well, if you’re so adamant to suck me off today, I can’t say I’m complaining,” Sonic breathes out.
His boyfriend starts bobbing his head, eyes closed as he concentrates on the task at hand. Something Sonic had found out when they’d started dating is that Shadow is an expert at giving head despite having no previous sexual experience. Figures that Mr. Ultimate Lifeform would be good at that, too.
Sonic quickly gets lost in the sensation of Shadow’s mouth and the way his tongue moves. He brings his hands to Shadow’s quills, pulling on them just the way he likes. It isn’t long after that that Shadow loses focus. When he opens his eyes, he notices Shadow has sneaked one of his hands down to his cunt and has started playing with his clit. He moans around Sonic’s cock.
The sensation makes his hips jerk, drawing a choking sound from Shadow. He’s about to apologize, but he notices Shadow isn’t giving him an annoyed look. He’s taunting him the way he does right before they race, or during their spars.
Sonic rises to the challenge, gripping Shadow’s head harder before he starts thrusting into his mouth. Shadow refuses to break eye contact, even as tears start gathering at the corner of his eyes. One particular hard thrust gets him to choke again, which draws another moan from him.
“Sometimes I forget how much of a whore you can be,” he says. “You love having me use your mouth like this, don’t you?”
Shadow moans again and closes his eyes, a few tears now prettily falling down his cheeks. Sonic focuses his attention on his beautiful face, watching how content he seems to be used for another’s pleasure. Sonic ’s pleasure.
He realizes he’s getting close. He’s thinking about getting Shadow to drink every single drop of his seed, painting the back of his throat white, and seeing him choke while struggling to swallow all of it, when he remembers why that wouldn’t be a good idea right now.
He pulls Shadow’s head back as fast as he can, spilling cum all over his face instead. Shadow looks up at him, annoyed. “Seriously?”
Sonic grins apologetically. “Sorry, babe, I know how much of a cumslut you are, but may I remind you you’ve been throwing up everywhere for the last three months?” he says. “Someone throwing up on my dick isn’t exactly up there on my list of fantasies.”
Shadow rolls his eyes. “Whatever,” he replies. “And I’m not a cumslut.”
It’s Sonic’s turn to roll his eyes. “Whatever you say, babe. We both know that’s a lie.”
Shadow sends him a nasty look before getting up and making his way to the bathroom to clean himself. When Sonic hears the shower start running, he turns back to the pan and continues his earlier task.
He should prooobably clean himself up, too, but that can wait until he finishes preparing breakfast for his pregnant boyfriend.
Sonic really thought their sex life would go back to normal after that.
He was wrong. Oh, so wrong.
The week following that day is pretty normal. Their sex life has always been pretty prolific, and although they’ve been having way more sex than usual, it isn’t anything excessive. Definitely a welcome change after a three-month drought. If Shadow wants to come twice every time they have sex, how can Sonic not indulge him?
Until it becomes too much. Which is a concept previously thought ridiculous by Sonic. Too much sex? With Shadow? Pshhh, impossible, you’re insane.
Except it is possible. Especially when he feels like his dick is about to fall off.
“Fuckkk,” Shadow moans as Sonic thrusts into him one last time. It’s his fifth orgasm of the day already. It’s barely 4 pm. “So good.”
Sonic feels more tired than he has in his life. He’s run laps around the world before and it hadn’t made him this tired. He’s half afraid that Shadow’s gonna want to go again, but he sees that he’s already asleep. Nap time, clearly. Sonic’s dick is literally still inside him.
He pulls out slowly, doing his best to be as quiet as he can. And then he’s off.
“He’s insatiable ,” he says.
Knuckles and Rouge are looking at him with a mixture of amusement (Rouge) and disgust (Knuckles).
“I really don’t need the details of your sex life, hedgehog,” Knuckles says.
“Too bad, because I do,” Rouge replies. “ Five times, you say? Hot damn, blue. Didn’t know you had it in you.”
Sonic has half the mind to be offended at the implication that he’s not capable of making his boyfriend come until he sees stars. But he has bigger problems right now.
“I’m serious, Rouge. I’m gonna wither and die. And then our child will be missing a dad,” he whines.
Rouge laughs, but surprisingly, it’s Knuckles who talks next. “That’s kind of pathetic.”
Sonic frowns. “What the hell, dude?”
Knuckles huffs. “If it were me in your place, I’d be doing everything in my power to satisfy my mate. Instead, you’re here complaining about how high-needs your pregnant mate is. So yes, pathetic.”
Rouge covers her mouth while stifling another laugh. Sonic’s jaw hangs open at Knuckles’ words. “Fuck you, buddy,” he replies, already on his way to the door. “I’m gonna make Shadow come so hard, he’s gonna be in bed rest for a week! ”
He makes sure to slam the door extra hard on his way out. Even then, he still hears Knuckles’ faint didn’t need to know that either! from the other side.
When he gets home, he finds Shadow in their kitchen making himself dinner with some questionable ingredients. His cravings must be hitting again.
He hugs him from behind. “Aw, nothing for me?” he teases. Shadow stays silent. “Babe?”
Instead of a reply, Shadow shakes Sonic’s hug off.
Oh, no. He’s mad. He can feel it. He is so mad and Sonic has no idea why.
Shadow sits down and serves himself a plate of whatever concoction he just made. Indeed, there is nothing for Sonic. He tries to lighten the mood.
“A bummer, I was gonna try to make that chicken alfredo from the restaurant we went to last week,” he teases. “Since you loved it so much.”
His boyfriend still refuses to look at him when he says, “Oh, there’s no need. Wouldn’t want you to feel like I’m too much to take care of.”
Sonic’s blood goes cold. Oh no.
Shadow keeps talking. “Because, you see, I woke up from my nap and decided to go to Rouge’s since you weren’t here. I figured we haven’t hung out together in a while, so maybe we could have some tea while we watched one of those rom-coms she loves so much. And I happened to overhear the most interesting conversation.”
Oooooh no.
“Because, allegedly , my boyfriend thinks I’m too high-needs. That I need too much. Silly of me, to think he would be understanding of the fact that I’m pregnant with his child. ”
Sonic’s fucked .
“God forbid that I throw up in the mornings or get emotional sometimes. Because I’m sure you are the one suffering from this the most. Not me . Silly me for thinking that.”
Wait, what?
“Wait, what?” he exclaims out loud. “No, nonono that’s not what I meant.”
Shadow looks at him, slamming his fork on the counter. “Then what?”
Sonic throws his hands in the air in surrender. “Shadow, seriously, I think you overheard the worst out-of-context part of the conversation possible.”
His grip on the knife loosens, and Sonic takes this as his sign to keep explaining. “This is, uh, embarrassing to admit,” he says. But, uh, please don’t take this the wrong way —”
“Spit it out!” Shadow shouts.
“…You have too much libido right now and I don’t think my dick can take it,” he confesses, looking down.
Then, silence. Shadow doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, processing Sonic’s words. Then, he bursts into laughter. Unabashed, loud laughter, the likes of which he's rarely ever seen from him.
Sonic is too distracted by how beautiful he looks laughing like that, he almost forgets to get offended (again). “Hey!” he exclaims. “Stop laughing, it’s not funny!”
Shadow wipes some tears away from his eyes. “Oh, but it is. Here I thought you were finally getting tired of me. But it was just you not being able to keep up with me, as usual.”
Okay, now he’s offended. “Oh, I so can keep up with you.”
Shadow smirks at him, face now so close to Sonic’s he can feel Shadow’s breath. “Prove it.”
Sonic connects their lips in a passionate kiss and hoists Shadow up on the counter. He can’t help but think that this kitchen has seen more action in the last few days than in all the previous years they’ve lived in the house, which almost makes him snort.
He quickly comes back to reality and brings a hand to Shadow’s crotch. Like the last few days, he’s already wet. “Aw, look at you,” he says. “You were so mad at me five minutes ago, but your pretty little cunt is already begging for my attention.”
“How about you stop spitting nonsense and do something actually useful with that mouth?” Shadow retorts.
It would be so easy to give in to that request. Eating Shadow out is one of Sonic’s favourite activities in the world. But right now, he doesn’t feel like giving Shadow what he wants.
He nuzzles into Shadow’s neck, breathing his scent in. “Hmm, maybe later.” Instead, he removes his gloves and slips one finger into Shadow. Feeling no resistance, he slips a second one in.
He starts moving his fingers, ignoring Shadow’s clit for now. As he fingers him, he sucks at his lover’s neck, biting him when he feels him scratch at his back. Those marks are always a pain to hide, but he loves the feeling of Shadow’s, lost in pleasure, clawing at his back. Shadow’s hips start moving to meet the movement of Sonic’s fingers, which have found his sweet spot with practiced ease.
He knows Shadow is getting close. He’s fucking himself into Sonic’s fingers with fervor, small whines escaping his lips every time Sonic hits his sweet spot. Before he does, though, Sonic slips his fingers out, drawing an annoyed growl from Shadow. “What the hell?”
Sonic unburies his face from Shadow’s neck to lock eyes with Shadow. “Just going to put my mouth to good use,” he says. He gives Shadow a quick, chaste kiss before grabbing his legs and forcing him to lie down on the counter. Shadow doesn’t protest.
He fights the urge to dive into his pussy like a starving man (he’s never been good at being patient), instead trailing kisses up his partner’s inner thigh. He repeats the same movement on his other thigh, this time biting down in a particular spot he knows drives Shadow wild. Next, he trails kisses down Shadow’s pregnant belly, unable to resist the urge to nuzzle into it.
He looks up, expecting Shadow to be annoyed with him for taking so long. But Shadow is looking at him adoringly, matching Sonic’s own expression.
Sonic still surprises himself with how much this hedgehog can make him feel.
Without breaking eye contact, he finally brings his mouth to Shadow’s cunt. He drags his tongue from his entrance to his clit, sucking eagerly at the nub. As he works his tongue into Shadow, he watches his face morph from adoration to lost in pleasure. He, too, refuses to break eye contact.
Shadow bucks up his hips, and Sonic takes it as his sign to hurry up. He won’t make him beg for it, not today.
He brings his attention back to Shadow’s clit, humming around it as he sinks two fingers into him again. Shadow’s legs cross behind him, doing their best to bring his mouth impossibly closer. Shadow moans loudly when he reaches his orgasm, with Sonic fingering him all the way through. Finally, he breaks eye contact, covering his face with one arm as he comes.
His legs uncross after, freeing Sonic. “Feeling better now?” he asks. Shadow hums in agreement.
Sonic supposes they should talk about what went down. The idea of Shadow still thinking it’s just a matter of time before Sonic gets tired of him makes him uneasy, even when it could be chalked up to pregnancy hormones. But he also knows Shadow hasn’t been the most receptive to those kinds of conversations as of late, if he ever was.
“I suppose I should make myself some lunch,” he says, instead. “I know I just had dessert, but I’m still quite hungry.”
Shadow finally uncovers his face to give him an annoyed look, which makes Sonic laugh.
Yes, they’d be fine.
Sex gets harder as Shadow’s pregnancy progresses.
He doesn’t give up, though. Knuckles’ taunt still echoing in his mind, Sonic makes sure to try every position with Shadow. Eats him out until he cries. Fingers him until his fingers go numb. Even then, by his 36th week, finding comfortable ways to make sex enjoyable for both of them becomes quite a challenge.
“Come on, Shadow, just do it,” Sonic says. He’s lying on their bed, eagerly awaiting Shadow to make up his mind.
“I’m not going to sit on your face, Sonic,” Shadow says. “I’m huge . You’re going to suffocate.”
It’s true that, at this point in the pregnancy, Shadow’s belly has grown quite a lot. Personally, Sonic thinks it’s the hottest thing ever. “I won’t suffocate. And if I did, it would be a good damn way to go.”
Shadow still looks indecisive, but Sonic can tell he’s actually thinking about doing it. He’s rubbing his legs together, trying to chase some form of relief. While it’s true his libido has gone down during the last semester ( thank Chaos ), not even the discomforts of his advanced pregnancy can get rid of it completely anymore.
“Ugh, fine,” he relents. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Shadow puts his legs on each side of Sonic’s face, using their bed’s headboard as support. He still seems reluctant to put his body weight on Sonic, so he ends up grabbing his thighs and bringing his pussy to his mouth himself.
For a few seconds, Sonic thinks that Shadow was right. He might have overestimated himself. But those doubts shatter when he hears Shadow’s sigh of relief at the feeling of his warm mouth against his cunt.
Sonic’s resolve comes back full force at that. He starts eagerly lapping at his boyfriend’s cunt like a mad dog, moving his tongue according to his boyfriend’s whines. Shadow’s own inhibitions seem to melt away, and he starts moving his hips.
He hears Shadow’s claws scratch against the headboard. His slick starts covering Sonic’s face, the sweet taste filling his mouth. Sonic’s dick throbs for attention, but he ignores it. How could he focus on anything but Shadow’s moans?
When Sonic’s attention turns to his clit, Shadow comes fast. He stays put, riding out his orgasm with shaky legs, until he remembers he’s sitting on Sonic’s face. “Fuck, sorry,” he says. He lies down next to Sonic, who is quick to connect their mouths into a kiss. His face is still covered in Shadow’s slick, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Sonic slides his tongue into his mouth, leaning closer into the kiss.
Then, Shadow breaks it. “Ugh, I don’t think I can go again today,” he admits.
Sonic looks down at his painfully hard dick. “Well, baby, you’re gonna have to,” he replies.
He dives back into the kiss, ignoring Shadow’s annoyed mumble of his name. “ Sonic…”
He voices it like a warning, which only serves to spur him on. “Come on, baby, weren’t you the one saying I couldn’t keep up with you?”
Sonic loves throwing Shadow’s words back at him. There’s no better way to annoy him, easily goading him into a fight. Or, in this case, into letting Sonic fuck him.
Shadow growls at him, “I know what you’re trying to do.”
“Well, is it working?” Sonic grins. “Because I’ve been reading about the best positions for pregnant women, and I assure you, baby, I can make you see stars. ”
His boyfriend rolls his eyes. “You’re so corny,” he says. “And reading? You’ve actually been reading?”
“Yup,” he replies. He sits up on the bed, grabbing one of their pillows. “So, will you get on all fours for me, hm?”
Shadow still doesn’t look very convinced, but he complies. He looks a bit uncomfortable, the weight of his belly probably bothering him, but he sighs with relief when Sonic places the pillow under it. “See? Sometimes you just have to trust me,” he teases. He places himself behind Shadow next. “Not only is this comfortable for you, it will also allow me to bury myself in you as deep as I want.”
He lines himself up to Shadow’s entrance, but doesn’t thrust in yet. Instead, he allows himself to drink in the sight of his boyfriend. Shadow isn’t someone meant to be on his knees. He’s unrelenting, proud. Seeing him get on his hands and knees for Sonic, so eager and docile, always stirs something dark and possessive in the pit of Sonic’s stomach.
He runs his hands through Shadow’s body, enjoying the softness of his fur. It’s somehow gotten softer during his pregnancy. Shadow starts purring, enjoying the attention. Unable to wait more, Sonic starts sliding his dick in slowly, taking in the way Shadow’s purr gets stronger as he does it.
When he’s buried to the hilt, he takes a moment to enjoy the soft heat of Shadow’s pussy, the feeling of it drawing a purr from him too. He bends over to place a kiss on Shadow’s shoulder before he starts moving.
It’s not often they have sex like this. Slow, sluggish, like they’ve got all the time in the world. Sonic is known for always being in a rush, while Shadow prefers things rough and a little bit painful. But, sue him, the last few months have made him go soft.
He gets lost in the feeling of Shadow, the slow but deep in and out, the small moans from his partner. He brings one of his hands down to his clit, hoping to turn those moans into screams. However, Shadow buries his face into a pillow, stifling any sound that comes out of his mouth. Sonic lets him have it, but doesn’t stop circling his clit with his fingers.
Suddenly, he feels something warm and liquid wet his hand, which makes him completely stop in his tracks.
First, he thinks Shadow might’ve squirted. That’s hot. Not something he achieves often, he will admit, and it’s a treat every time he does. But then a worse thought goes through his mind.
“...Please tell me your water didn’t just break with my dick inside you,” he says. Shadow mumbles something against the pillow. “Baby, please, I’m about to majorly freak out right now.”
Finally, he lifts his head. In the smallest voice Sonic has ever heard from his boyfriend, he admits, “I wet myself.”
Sonic takes the words in, eyes wide open. Shadow is clearly embarrassed, burying his head back in the pillow. He’s sure he’d already locked himself in the bathroom if Sonic’s dick wasn’t still inside him.
However, those words draw an unexpected reaction from Sonic. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Shadow lifts his head and turns to look at Sonic. His muzzle is red from embarrassment. “ What?”
Seeing his face only makes Sonic double down. “I said, that’s hot .”
The mood should be killed by now. He’s certain Shadow thinks so. But Sonic’s somehow hornier than he was five minutes ago.
Without a warning, he starts pounding into Shadow. Gone is the softness from earlier, the wet sounds of Sonic’s hips slapping against an all too wet cunt only making him want to go harder.
“You freaa aa—” Shadow tries to say, being interrupted by his own moans.
Sonic’s too focused on fucking him stupid to reply. He grabs at Shadow’s waist for support, going as deep with every thrust as he can. Shadow’s claws tear at their sheets.
He comes harder than he has in months, Shadow following shortly after. He’s almost disappointed that he doesn’t wet himself again, which is a thought he’ll shelve for later.
He finally slides out of Shadow, helping him get up. He’s expecting to get yelled at for his actions, but Shadow’s muzzle is still red with embarrassment. “Did I go too far?” he asks softly.
Shadow avoids his gaze, “No, it was fine.”
Those words make him think that he might not have been the only one who enjoyed it. And, oh, he’ll definitely bring this up again when Shadow isn’t about to combust from shame.
Instead, he says, “Why don’t you go draw us a bath? I’ll change the sheets.”