Will We Regret This In The Morning?

by Anonymous

Summary:

Suddenly, a clawed hand grabbed Knuckles by the back of the head, pushing his face back into the dirt. It forcefully turned his head to the side, and leaned in close.

From this proximity he could now see its face.

His eyes first focused on the large fangs sticking out from its snarling lips, before trailing up to the beast’s eyes. Strangely familiar bright green eyes stared back at the echidna, seemingly studying him.

The beast leaned in closer and started sniffing him, burying its snout between his neck and shoulder to take a deep inhale of his scent. Knuckles tensed, panic creeping in. The beast licked a stripe up Knuckles’ back, between his shoulder blades, and an involuntary shiver went down his spine.

OR trans! Knuckles x Werehog Sonic

Notes:

Warning! Dubious consent

Knuckles doesn’t consent at first, but then he does.

**Werehog Sonic is Sonic not in his right mind, he’s more feral and driven by instinct, like a real werewolf, so he also is dubiously consenting.

(They both love eachother and want it tho trust)

 

It/It’s Pronouns for Werehog Sonic

Chapter 1

Angel Island had been quiet tonight. Too quiet. The guardian should have realized something was amiss sooner.

He hadn’t felt it’s presence at first, only made aware of the intruder when it was close enough for him to hear it. Something large moving through the forest, leaving loud cracks and crunches in its wake.

 

Knuckles went to investigate, navigating through forest lit only by the full moon, fists raised in preparation for a fight.

He had made it to where he had heard the intruder quickly, but by the time he got to the clearing whoever it was was nowhere to be seen. But it was immediately apparent he was in the right spot, as there were a few newly toppled trees lying on the ground and several claw marks in the trunks of neighboring trees.

 

The echidna’s brows furrowed as he studied the deep marks, those had to have been made by something with sharp claws. Very sharp claws.

 

He cast his violet eyes around his surroundings suspiciously, listening intently for any sign of the creature that left these.

 

A snap of a twig was all the warning he got.

 

Knuckles barely had time to throw himself to the ground as a huge figure jumped out from the darkness, pouncing at him. He hit the ground and not a second later felt air rush past his head, sharp claws swiping the empty air over him. If his reaction time had been any slower, he wouldn’t have dodged in time. 

The creature barely missed, landing heavily on its feet, its burly figure hunched over on all fours.

Knuckles jumped back up, and the creature quickly spun around to meet him. It was tall, easily twice the echidna’s size, towering over him. The beast pounced, and Knuckles dodged again, narrowly avoiding its sharp dagger like claws. While it was open, Knuckles threw a punch— and the thing was sturdy. It hardly even flinched at his hit.

 

In the moonlight, Knuckles could just barely see its features. It had dark colored shaggy fur, and quills that stuck out wildly. It’s glowing green eyes locked onto the echidna with a feral gleam within them.

 

 

Target locked, the creature swung out its arm and the echidna had to duck to avoid it. This thing was too quick, Knuckles hadn’t found any openings to hit back, preoccupied with this game of dodging. The beast’s arm stretched impossibly,  grabbing one of the nearby fallen trees and pulling it back towards them. Knuckles gasped and jumped out of the way just before it hit him, but the creature swung again. The echidna, finally out of luck, couldn’t move out of the way in time and the trunk collided with his head hard, sending him to the ground.

 

Knuckles’ skull throbbed in pain and he struggled to lift himself off the ground, his arms suddenly feeling like jelly. His ears rang loudly, and his head felt like it was spinning. He knew with certainty, and from personal experience, that he had a concussion.

Suddenly, a clawed hand grabbed Knuckles by the back of the head, pushing his face back into the dirt. He let out a grunt of pain as the pounding in his skull spiked with the crushing pressure of the beast’s giant paw. It forcefully turned his head to the side, uncovering the echidna's face, and leaned in close.

From this proximity he could now see its face clearly.

 

His eyes first focused on the large fangs poking out from its snarling lips, before trailing up to the beast’s eyes. Strangely familiar, bright green eyes stared back at Knuckles, seemingly studying him. The beast leaned in closer, hovering mere inches away from the echidna, and started to sniff him, burying its snout between his neck and shoulder to take a deep inhale of his scent.

Knuckles tensed, panic creeping in. He twisted in the beast’s hold, not wanting it to smell him too hard and decide he was a good snack. It pressed him down harder into the ground below them, pinning the smaller echidna, and continued sniffing him with vigor, pressing its nose into the sensitive area of Knuckles’ neck. Its snout trailed down his spine, before suddenly licking a stripe up Knuckles’ back, between his shoulder blades. An involuntary shiver went down his spine, and he winced in disgust at the slimy sensation, and the way the night air chilled the trail of saliva that was left behind.

 

The beast’s free hand glided down the curve of Knuckles’ waist, before settling on the small of his back, right above his tail. It’s large thumb rubbed circles into the area, it’s claw lightly grazing Knuckles’ skin in an unspoken threat, before trailing further down to trace his tail. It’s other paw, the one that was pinning his head down, pulled away. Knuckles didn’t wait to see what the beast was going to do with it. He used the opportunity to flip around and punch the werehog square in the face. It slid back a good couple of feet, and let out a howl in anger, shaking its head to rid itself of the lingering pain.

Knuckles shot to his feet, forgetting about his head injury momentarily, and immediately a wave of dizziness overtook him. He swayed in place before his legs gave out from under him as his vision went black and he collapsed back to the ground. He groaned, lying on his back and blinking away the stars in his vision. He only gave himself a second to lay in a daze before he got back into action, as he heard the beast closing in on him. He rolled over onto his stomach and forced his arms under his chest, trying to push himself up.

 

But before he could get far, a large hand wrapped around his waist and yanked him off the ground. Knuckles hadn’t even had the chance to try to free himself when the beast turned him upside in its grasp.

 

The world suddenly shifted and he realized, disoriented, that he was staring up at the ground. His dreads fell down over his face with the pull of gravity, and Knuckles could feel his blood follow suit, rushing to his head.

 

Knuckles groaned lightly as the dizziness returned tenfold due to his positioning, the harsh beating in his skull matching that of his heart. He forced himself to refocus, looking around the area frantically for anything that could help him, but he came up empty handed. His arms were pinned to his side, and he couldn’t break free unless he wanted to risk falling down head first.

Still, he thrashed in the werehog’s hold as he felt it start to lift him higher. His breathing picked up as he panicked, still not knowing what it was trying to do and not wanting to find out. He began squirming harder, but its strong grip didn’t budge no matter how violently he flailed. When he finally thought to try to kick the beast, it was too late as its head was already between his legs, and he swung at nothing but air.

 

 

Suddenly, a wide, wet appendage licked him.

 

 

Knuckles gasped in shock as its mouth met his crotch, his hips involuntarily jerking up into the tongue pressed flat against him. A zap of pleasure jolted through his body.

 

“Ah!” he cried out, the noise slipping out before he could stop it, “Wha- ungh, what are..”

 

 

The beast didn’t give him time to finish his question, as it continued to lap at his slit. Knuckles sucked in a breath and began to writhe in its hold again, his panic spiking as he reevaluated the situation. Fear, along with something else, churned in his gut. The blood that wasn’t already pooling in his head rushed to his cheeks, and further south. Panting, the echidna realized belatedly that everything suddenly felt hot, as he could feel sweat beginning to gather at his brow.

 

“Wait!” Knuckles blurted out, his voice high in panic.

 

His legs trashed, kicking out, but his feet made no contact. There was nothing for him to push off against, as his legs hung over the beasts broad shoulders, its head safely lodged between his thighs. Alarmed, he tried to peer up at the werebeast to see what it was doing, but he couldn’t as its unyielding hold left his back pressed flat against its abdomen.

 

Despite his protests, the beast continued its ministrations, enthusiastically sliding its tongue between his folds, licking up and down Knuckles’ heat.

“Hm!”

 

Knuckles’ thighs instinctively squeezed around the werehog’s head, trapping it between them. Even he himself wasn’t sure if it was to stop the beast, or encourage it.

 

He doesn’t want this. Shouldn’t want this.

 

But undeniably, he felt a familiar heat building in the space between his legs.

 

Knuckles whined as he felt its long tongue tease him, dipping just barely into his hole, before licking back up his slit. His hips twitched in repressed want to grind into the heat, and he fought to keep himself still. The echidna could feel tears beginning to pool in his eyes, his surroundings become as blurry as his foggy mind. He let out a shaky sigh, as his body slowly began to lose tension.

 

”Ah!”

 

Knuckles had touched himself before, sure. He was a teenaged guy after all.

But.. he’d never actually finished before. He’d tried... He just didn’t know how to make it happen. And he wasn’t going to ask anyone to teach him.

“Oh.. oh, my-“

 

It was shameful, and embarrassing, but the simple flicks of a large tongue against him have him feeling closer than he’s ever been before.

 

”Hahh, Ah!”

 

And with judgement clouded by lust, Knuckles can’t say he wants it to stop.

 

The hot appendage licks a strip up his slit all the way to the sensitive nub at the top. Knuckles’ back arches and a wanton moan slips past his lips as its tongue presses flat against his clit.

 

”Ohhh,”

 

His mouth drops open, and he lets out short labored breaths, panting.

 

The beast buries its face further into his folds, eating him out eagerly, relishing in his taste. Its tongue drags through his slick, slurping messily against him.

 

”Uh, unh, mngh!”

 

More unintentional noises escaped from Knuckles’ mouth out into the open air. He hardly registered the noises over the beating of his heart, loud in his ears. His hips had started bucking up in the werehog’s waiting tongue without his meaning to.

 

Whatever the werehog was doing with its mouth felt sinfully good, and Knuckles couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to. The feeling so pleasurable it was almost painful, too intense and yet still not enough. The beast lapped at him eagerly, licking and slurping like a wild animal. The tip of its tongue teased Knuckles’ clit again, circling the sensitive nub, and his thighs began to shake uncontrollably. 

 

 

“Oh god, oh god!” Knuckles exclaimed, almost sobbing.

 

 

 

He was close. He was so close.

 

 

His trembling thighs clamped down tightly around the beast’s head, his hips rolling up to meet the beast’s mouth. He rode its tongue without an ounce of control or shame, the rest of the world melting away as he focused solely on the pleasure between his legs.

 

Sloppy sounds of slurping and sucking filled the area, along with the steady flow of sounds coming from the echidna’s mouth. Knuckles was sopping wet, wetter than he had ever been before, slick soaking his cunt, dripping juices which the beast lapped up happily, savoring every drop. Its muzzle was similarly soaked, drenched in a mix of Knuckles’ arousal and its spit. 

 

Its tongue traces the edge of his hole, teasing still, before finally breaching his entrance completely, swirling around inside him. It gradually opened him up, plunging its tongue further and deeper, sliding against his walls, before it began to thrust in and out of him, pressing up against a spot inside of Knuckles that made his eyes roll back into his head. His hips rocked in tandem with the movement, allowing the long tongue to go impossibly deeper.

 

”Oh, oh yes! Please, please!”

 

He moaned openly now, his entire body trembling as waves of ecstasy flowed through him. He’d never felt so good before, he’d never been so close. He bucked his hips frantically, chasing the feeling.

His climax was fast approaching now. He could feel it, he was right on the edge.

 

And he wanted it. He needed it. 

 

“Please, don’t stop!” He begged, breathless, as tears rolled down his cheeks.

 

Lips wrapped around Knuckles’ clit and sucked, pushing him right over the edge, orgasm hitting him like a train. His entire body tensed up, his back arching as he screamed. Ecstasy that he’s never felt before wracked through his body.

 

Unconsciously, his hips continued to twitch erratically as he rode out his first orgasm. After several seconds the pleasure finally receded, and his body collapsed, going limp in the beast’s hands. Though, his legs, which were still draped over either side of the werehog’s head, continued to shake uncontrollably.

 

The beast pulled away, it’s mouth connected to Knuckles’ wet cunt by a string of saliva. A deep purr rumbled in its chest as it stared down at its prize.

 

 

It’s echidna looked stunning, his glassy, half lidded purple eyes, with pupils blown wide with lust, were unseeing and filled with tears brimming over and running down his flushed cheeks. A thin sheen of sweat covered his entire body, his toned muscles glistening in the moonlight, his chest rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath. His mouth open wide, panting, as drool ran down his chin, not a thought behind his eyes as he recovered from his climax.  

 

The werehog lowered them to the floor, sitting before its mate, positioning itself between his spread legs. Knuckles blinked as he came back to reality, finding himself lying flat on his back, with the beast leaning over him. Its large clawed hands, sharp and dangerous, pressed into the ground on either side of his head- trapping him there. Though, he couldn’t claim he wanted to leave. 

The beast bent down, lowering its head until it was inches from the echidna’s, it’s hot breath fanning out over Knuckles’ flushed muzzle. It buried its snout into his collarbone, its tongue licking up his neck again. This time, Knuckles only sighed in contentment, fear of the monster before him a distant memory.

Now, he welcomed the touch, angling his head back to give the beast more area to work with. It kissed and nibbled at his throat, and even as its sharp teeth, which incited panic only minutes before, grazed the sensitive flesh, he felt completely calm. His body was relaxed, limbs like jelly, all satisfied and pliant. 

At the beast’s soft touches, heat was beginning to build between the echidnas leg’s again. His sensitive clit pulsed with need, the slick pooling between his folds becoming cold in the crisp night air. His back arched instinctually, pressing their bodies flush together, and the werehog let out a pleased growl as Knuckles unwittingly pressed up against its growing member. Knuckles glanced down with hazy eyes which widened upon seeing the beast’s cock, engorged and leaking precum onto his red furred abdomen. It was big, almost the size of Knuckles’ thigh. 

He gasped in shock, which quickly turned to a filthy moan as the beast rolled its hips against his, grinding into Knuckles’ crotch. Its length slips and slides against his wet lips, and the beast purrs contentedly, rumbling deeply, at the sensation. Knuckles let out a broken breath at the feeling of it pressed so close to him, knowing what would come next. There was a pang of fear in his chest just from the sheer size of it, but excitement overpowered the feeling easily.

 

Knuckles let his thighs fall to the side, practically drooling as he stared at the dripping cock in between them. He whined, lifting his hips to try to get more stimulation. His cunt clenched around nothing, aching to be filled.

 

He wanted more. He wanted it all.

 

“Please.” He whimpered “Just..”

 

He didn’t have to finish pleading, the beast immediately grabbed his thighs, hooking its hands under his knees and dragging him down into position. Its tail wagged excitedly as it eagerly lined itself up to Knuckles’ waiting hole, its thick head pressing up against his slit. It drags through Knuckles’ folds, covering its cock in slick, before finally catching on his opening.

The echidna trembled in a mix of fear and excitement under the others large frame, head foggy with desire. It began to push in slowly, the pain of the stretch bringing more tears to the echidnas eyes and he whined in discomfort. 

The beast leaned down to lick Knuckles’ neck again, gently, almost as if comforting him. The echidna sighed as it sucked and nipped at his neck, his body relaxing in response, allowing it to sink further into him. Its thick girth stretched him out, wider than anything he’d ever taken before. Knuckles’ virgin pussy clenched tightly around it, struggling to take its length. His own fingers and the beast’s tongue paled in comparison to it’s cock, only part way in and already hitting deeper than anything has before. 

The echidna could feel his insides shifting to make room, forcing his body to conform around the intrusion. The werehog continued to leave marks along his neck as it pushed in, bruising the skin a deep purple. Every few inches it pushed in it would pause to add to the collection of love bites, distracting the other while giving him time to adjust.

When the beast finally bottomed out, Knuckles felt more pleasured than pained, cunt stretched wide and fuller than its ever been. The echidna looked down and groaned at the sight of his belly, bulging slightly from the large member pressed to his insides. It was lodged deep inside him, pushing up against him in just the right spot.

 

“So.. so full,” he slurred out, amazed, his mind practically mush.

 

And, even though he struggled to make any coherent thoughts, Knuckles knew one thing with certainty. Nothing else could ever satisfy him like this. He was ruined for any other cocks. He was already panting from the strain of taking it, but he still wanted more. They weren’t done. 

 

He rolled his hips experimentally, keening at the wave of pleasure that ran through him.

 

“Ohhhhh, chaos..”

 

He could come from this alone. God, he was already close. He was ready. He was so ready. 

“Do…” he huffed breathlessly “..it”

 

The beast complied immediately, as if it had been waiting for Knuckles’ permission, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in.

 

“Ahh!” Knuckles cried out, back arching, as its cock rammed straight against his g spot.

The beast set a hard and fast pace, grunting and growling with each thrust. Meanwhile, Knuckles couldn’t stop himself from moaning each time their hips met, smacking together loudly, his hands digging into the ground for purchase. The sound of them is wet and sloppy, and absolutely obscene. Knuckles couldn’t help but love the lewdness of it.

 

He unconsciously spread his thighs wider, lifting his hips to allow its cock to go even deeper. Its thrusts got rougher and faster as time went on, and glazed over violet eyes rolled back at the feeling. He was shoved into the ground hard as his pussy was pounded into at a punishing pace, bruises would no doubt be lining his back from the violence of it, but he payed that no mind. He was focused only on the feeling of being fucked relentlessly.

The feeling of the large cock sliding in and out of him, spearing him open, had him wrecked. Knuckles was almost sobbing now, as the beast hit the perfect spot, deep inside him, each time. At some point, the echidna’s arms had wrapped around the other to clutch at its back for dear life. Anyone else would’ve been crushed by his strength, but the beast withstood it easily, not even missing a beat.

 

”Ah, oh fuck, please! I need- oh, god”

 

Tears ran down Knuckles’ face as the stimulation became almost too much to bear. He didn’t even realize he was babbling incoherent nonsense, speaking without thought or intention as he was overwhelmed by the pleasure of it all. His orgasm was approaching fast, sounds spilling out of his mouth unabashedly as he reached his peak.

 

“Sonic!” the echidna cried out as he climaxed, his fuzzy mind not noticing the name he called in the heat of the moment.

 

His back arching as he clenched down on the beast and came, juices squirting in between them. At the sudden tightening around him (or perhaps, at the sound of his name) the werehog was suddenly brought to its peak too. Its hips stuttered, burying itself deep into Knuckles before releasing its milky white seed into him.

 

Knuckles gasped at the sensation of hot ropes of cum splashing inside him, filling him up, his insides twitched and clenched around it. Excess semen spilled out between them, dripping out of Knuckles’ spent cunt in a steady stream.

The beast sighed, finally satisfied, before collapsing on top of Knuckles. The echidna grunted in surprise at the sudden pressure, but took the weight easily, wrapping his arms around the beast in a tired embrace. They both lie together, breathing heavily as they recover. Exhausted and content, sharing each others warmth, the two are lulled into a deep sleep.

 

 

…..

 

 

In the morning, they remain in the same position, curdled up on the forest floor, intertwined in sleep. The echidna is still embracing his lover, who has returned to his normal state as the sun came up. Now smaller, Sonic fits perfectly in Knuckles’ arms, lying comfortably on top of the echidna, his head pillowed by the others chest.

They both sleep soundly, the blue hedgehog still unknowingly buried inside of the echidna, to be discovered when they awake. But for now, they sleep contently, connected, and wrapped up in each others arms.

Chapter 2: Morning After

Notes:

A couple of hours later, Sonic wakes up and quickly realizes he’s not in his bed

Warning! Somnophilia,
But the asleep one is doing the work, so it was an accident

Sonic groaned as he was jostled from his sleep by a slight movement.

 

His eyes stayed firmly shut as he slowly gained awareness, and he smothered his face into the soft pillow underneath him to avoid consciousness. He had half the mind to keep sleeping. He felt horrible. His whole body was sore, muscles aching from the transformation he had underwent the night before. He was hot, almost feverishly, and sticky with sweat. Turning into the werehog always took a toll on his body. But he only registered his discomfort for a fleeting moment before his attention was stolen by the stronger and sudden sensation of pleasure coursing through his body.

 

He gasped in surprise, unprepared for the stimulation.

 

He hadn’t noticed when he first awoke, but now he realizes that he’s hard. And he’s been that way for a while, judging by the desperate throbbing of his cock, aching for release.

 

But that’s not what took the hedgehog by surprise. No, he’s experienced morning wood more times than he can count. He’s woken up to pleasure before too, finding himself humping the mattress underneath him after a particularly good dream. What has his eyes shooting open in shock is the fact that the stimulation isn’t coming from his own movements, but under him. Around him, warmth engulfing his most sensitive area.

And that’s no mattress below him.

 

He lifts his head quickly from where it was rested, atop not a pillow like he had assumed but a plump chest.

 

Eye to eye with their pecs, he recognized the person underneath him immediately by the distinct crescent shaped mark of white fur admits the bright red.

 

Still, his eyes automatically flit up to Knuckles’ face. His eyes were closed, face serene, dreads fanned out on the floor around his head, which was lolled to the side. From this close he could feel his soft, even breaths.

 

Asleep, Sonic surmised.

 

Before Sonic could put any more distance between them he was stopped by the tightening of the a pair of heavy arms that were draped over him, trapping him in the embrace.  Knuckles’ hips rocked again in his sleep, the movement slow and slight but still sending another jolt of ecstasy through Sonic.

 

Caught of guard by the intensity of the sensation, Sonic glances down to where their hips meet.

 

The hedgehog sucked in a breath as he took in the sight of his cock buried to the hilt inside of Knuckles.

 

Sonic’s mind could hardly comprehend that the warmth engulfing him was that of the echidna’s walls, which tightly squeezed around him. The feeling was maddening, and he bit his lip harshly to stop himself from making a sound.

 

He couldn’t take his eyes off of their connection. Off Knuckles.

 

Knuckles’ pussy was a beautiful sight. Pink lips stretched around Sonic’s cock, puffy from use. His clit was visibly swollen, begging to be touched. Sonic had to force himself not to give in to the temptation.

 

As he watched, the echidna under him moved again, rolling his hips against Sonic’s.

 

The hedgehog groaned under his breath, utterly captivated by the movement, watching as his shaft appears and disappears back into the echidna’s cunt.

 

He could not only feel how wet the echidna was, but also see it, as slick pooled and dripped from his slit. Along with it, remnants of cum stained the echidna’s thighs and abdomen. Cum that the hedgehog is realizing, as bits and pieces of last night come back to him, is his.

 

The fleeting memories of last night along with the feeling of being inside Knuckles had Sonic trembling in repressed want to thrust back into the heat.

 

He could do little more than watch as the echidna continued to move his hips, driving Sonic’s cock deeper inside him. For several minutes, Sonic simply watched. In his mind he reassured himself he wasn’t doing anything wrong, as he wasn’t doing anything at all. Over time, Knuckles’ movements became more pronounced and desperate, as his breathing picked up.

 

 

“Mmph,” a soft sound escaped the echidna’s lips, his brows furrowed in his sleep, but he still didn’t wake.

 

 

Sonic knew he needed to put a stop to this, as the other was unaware of what he was doing.

 

 

“Ngh…”

 

 

Reluctantly, the hedgehog again attempted to pull away, but the echidna only tightened his grip further, pulling Sonic back down. The hedgehog, with his head tucked into the echidna’s shoulder, could now clearly hear every little sound the echidna made.

 

 

“Uh”

 

 

The gods must be testing him.

 

His best friend, who’s stunning, and absolutely jacked, and so so hot, and who Sonic has the biggest crush ever on is currently fucking himself on Sonic’s dick and moaning directly into his ear.

 

 

“Mm”

 

 

And Sonic can’t fuck him back.

 

Even worse, he’s supposed to stop him?

 

The short, sluggish thrusts of the echidna only served to tease Sonic.

He couldn’t cum from this, but god did he want to.

 

Knuckles’ strong thighs closed around Sonic’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer. Grinding into Sonic, the sleeping echidna used the new positioning to rub his clit against Sonic’s pelvis. With both his arms and his legs keeping Sonic close, Knuckles thrust up into the other, forcing Sonic’s cock to hit his g spot. Practically using Sonic as a dildo to get himself off.

At the thought, the hedgehog’s hips unconsciously thrust up into Knuckles’ heat, only to still a second later as Sonic forced himself to stop, biting back a moan because fuck that felt good.

 

 

But he’d already hurt Knuckles once, he wasn’t going to do it again!

 

The hedgehog groaned, bringing his hands up to the others chest and halfheartedly attempting to push him away. But he could already feel the last strands of his sanity snapping, as the part of him yearning to give in grew louder and louder.

 

He remembers last night. Most of it at least.

 

Knuckles had enjoyed himself. A lot, if he’s remembering correctly.

 

The echidna’s cries of ecstasy echo in Sonic’s memory. Especially the last one. The call of Sonic’s name. Just the thought of it had his cock drooling excessive amounts of precum into Knuckles slick heat. The other had screamed his name as he came (for the second time, might Sonic add.)

 

Surely that means that he wouldn’t mind if-

 

No. No, Sonic had taken advantage of him last night. And he’s taking advantage of him right now.

 

He needs to get a grip!

 

He’s stronger than this. He’s gonna get out of this embrace, no matter how great it feels, and he’s not gonna give in to temptation. He’s-

 

 

“Hah, ah… Sonic”

 

 

Sonic’s hips thrust on instinct, pulling out as far as they could before ramming back in, slapping against the echidna loudly. One good thrust and the hedgehog was already at the brink, ready to burst. Knuckles whined at the rough treatment, and immediately the hedgehog remembered himself, and stilled, stomach dropping. Gritting his teeth he willed himself not to blow his load. Especially if the echidna was waking up. It would be the worst timing ever. Forcing his orgasm to retreat, he finally risked a glance at Knuckles.

 

He was still asleep.

 

Sighing in relief, the hedgehog allowed his body to lose its tension. He wasn’t caught yet.

 

Sonic’s cock throbbed for release now more than ever, he’d practically edged himself as he’d held back from cumming. Now that the danger had passed, Sonic remembered why he had lost his control anyways. Knuckles had moaned his name again. In his sleep, this time.

 

This is so unfair, Sonic thought. This was a losing battle from the beginning.

 

Looking back at Knuckles’ face he took a moment to study him. His eyes were still shut, lashes fluttering in his sleep. His face was flushed, cheeks as red as his fur. A sheen of sweat covered his body, droplets were gathering at his brow and running down his temple.

 

Sonic was equally sweaty, his breathing labored as he came down from his near orgasm.

 

His patience was running thin.

 

Knuckles thrust into Sonic again, and suddenly the hedgehog was right back on the edge. Cursing he grabbed Knuckles’ hips and pinned them to the ground, forcing them to be still. If the echidna keeps moving on him like this he’s gonna cum no matter what.

 

Clenching his eyes shut, body shaking from the effort of it, Sonic held himself back from bursting. He was so close, he knew one move would send him right over the edge. Holding onto either side of Knuckles’ waist for dear life, with a grip hard enough to bruise, Sonic panted hard as he focused solely on not creaming himself.

 

 

“…..Sonic?” a low, hesitant voice broke the quiet.

 

 

Sonic’s eyes shot open, and with mounting horror his gaze met violet eyes. Open and aware.

 

 

“Knuckles!” He gasped, half an acknowledgment and a half a moan. “I-“ he struggled to explain himself.

 

Oh god, oh god. What was he supposed to say?

 

Knuckles’ arms dropped to his side limply. Blinking a few times, his bewildered gaze flickered from Sonic’s face, down to his crotch. He stared at their connection for a moment, his face unreadable except for the bright flush that was still warming his cheeks.

 

Sonic babbled incoherently, trying to explain himself, but if Knuckles heard anything he said he made no outward show of it. He just kept staring at where their crotches met, before finally looking back up at Sonic.

 

He looked surprised, and confused, but not angry. Yet. Sonic wanted to keep it that way so quickly he began apologizing, practically groveling for forgiveness.

“I- I’m sorry!”

“It was you… last night.”

 

 

“I’m so sorry Knuckles! I didn’t mean-“

 

 

As he was speaking he hurriedly tried to pull out, but he ran into Knuckles’ legs, which were still wrapped around him. Floundering, he fell back on top of Knuckles, accidentally plunging himself deeper.

 

Both boys groaned at the contact.

 

Sonic quickly began lifting himself off of the other, desperate to put some distance between them before Knuckles could start raging. Despite himself, a spurt of cum shot out from Sonic’s sensitive cock before he could reign himself in.

 

Knuckles eyes widened as he felt the small splash of warmth inside of him.

 

 

“..Are you-“

 

 

“No!” Sonic quickly denied, despite it being obvious, staving off the rest of his orgasm, even as it fought hard to burst.

 

 

Sonic wanted to pull out of this tight, hot, amazing hellhole and run away. But he was scared he’d bust at any movement, even from pulling out. So he just stayed completely still, clenching his eyes shut and preparing for whatever beat down was sure to come.

 

Knuckles frowned, his gaze dropping to Sonic’s thighs, which were trembling violently. Then his gaze travelled to his own thighs, which were keeping Sonic there.

 

He could easily move them, and free Sonic.

 

But…

 

He looked back at the hedgehog, who’s face was contorted in pain and pleasure as he continued to force himself not to cum.

 

Knuckles’ clit throbbed desperately at the thought, his walls clenching around Sonic.

 

The hedgehog groaned at the tightening, his hands grasping onto either side of Knuckles’ hips, claws digging into the skin. The reaction that woke the echidna up in the first place.

 

The echidna didn’t know for sure what was happening before he awoke. But based on how Sonic was pinning his hips down, how his hips despite that fact were doing their best to move, how close he was to cumming, and, above all, the dream Knuckles had been having.. he had a guess.

 

He didn’t want it to be over quite yet, and based on the hedgehog’s expression neither did he.

 

So, the echidna settled back down on the ground, clamping his thighs tighter around Sonic’s waist he rolled his hips up into Sonic once again. Knuckles let out a shaky exhale at the feeling, watching Sonic’s face as the hedgehog gasped, his eyes flying back open. He met Knuckles’ gaze, which was shy but at the same time heated and demanding. His violet eyes blow wide with lust, fixated on Sonic with an unspoken request.

 

 

“You.. you want me to..?” Sonic asked hesitantly, undisguised hope and longing in his voice.

 

 

“Yes.” Knuckles said simply, letting his thighs fall to the side, finally freeing Sonic.

 

Sonic put his newfound freedom of motion to good use, immediately pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, hitting Knuckles’ g spot head on. The echidna whined, back arching, at the sensation. Sonic moved fast and hard, aware that this was going to be over far too soon.

His thrusts were ruthless as he chased his orgasm now that he was finally allowed to let himself go. Knuckles’ hips rolled up to meet each of Sonic’s thrusts. The sinful sound of slapping of skin and moans from both mobians filled the area.

 

After all that time of being stimulated but not fully satisfied, close but not close enough, they’re both finally getting what they want.

Lost in the moment, Sonic leaned down and captured Knuckles’ lips in a kiss. It was the first kiss they had ever shared, but the echidna didn’t miss a beat, as if they’d done this hundreds of times. He reciprocating eagerly, tilting his head into it. Their kiss was desperate and messy, as rushed as their lovemaking as their climaxes rapidly approached.

 

Sonic slid a hand up into Knuckle’s dreads, running his fingers through his quills before tugging on it playfully. Knuckles moaned into the kiss, his thighs squeezing around Sonic’s waist encouragingly. Sonic’s tongue pushes into the others mouth, probing insistently. Knuckles dropped his mouth open, relaxing his jaw into the kiss to allow Sonic full control to explore.  Sonic takes full advantage of the offer, shoving his tongue inside the others mouth eagerly, running it along everywhere he can reach. Knuckles responds just as enthusiastically, sliding his tongue against the others. 

Their kiss became sloppy fast, as they mix spit and intelligible sentences, speaking into each others mouths as if they couldn’t separate for even a second to speak. Sonic hooked his hands under Knuckles’ thighs, lifting his hips to get a better angle. The echidna gasps and moans into the kiss, and Sonic swallows the sounds eagerly. 

Finally, Sonic pulls away, allowing them a moment to breathe.

 

The echidna sucks in air gratefully. Sonic watches Knuckles’ chest rise and fall as he pants heavily, his eyes trained on the love bites and bruises he had left last night. Bringing a hand up to Knuckles’ chest, Sonic gropes at his pecs, before leaning down and latching back onto his neck, sucking at the skin.

 

Knuckles makes a contented sound, enjoying Sonic’s ministrations, his trembling thighs wrapped around Sonic’s waist, pulling him close and keeping him there.

 

The hedgehog complied easily, staying inside the echidna, only pulling out slightly before thrusting back in. Quickly, Sonic’s thrusts became erratic as he felt himself being pushed to his peak. Judging by the moans and incoherent words of praises from the echidna, he was close too. But not close enough.

 

Sonic slithered his hand over Knuckles’ abdomen, before finding his clit. The echidna gasped at the touch, arching into it. With his thumb, Sonic massaged the nub, rubbing circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. While stimulating Knuckles’ clit, he gave a few last thrusts before he officially lost his battle and came. Groaning into the others shoulder, he buried himself as deep as he could go, filling up Knuckles’ cunt with his seed.

 

With one last brush over his clit, along with the now familiar sensation of cum filling his insides, Knuckles was thrown over his peak too. The echidna cried out, frantically wrapping his arms around Sonic as they rode out their respective orgasms.

 

Panting heavily they both held onto eachother tightly as they came down from their peaks. Slowly Sonic pulled out, his cum leaking out of Knuckles and onto the ground beneath them as he did so. They both sighed as their sensitive organs finally got a break.

 

Sonic collapsed next to Knuckles, his tired muscles catching up to him at last. He closed his eyes, deciding they would talk it out when they woke up again. But for now, as Knuckles wraps an arm around Sonic’s shoulder and pulls him in closer, he’s pretty sure he knows where they stand anyways.

Notes:

I wasn’t gonna make a part two but the title *was* a question on if they will regret this in the morning, so I was basically legally bound to making a second part to answer that question. So now this is really the end

Notes:

Remember to be safe, sane, and consensual irl!