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It had been a very normal night so far.
The rest of Sonic’s family had gone to bed when the last movie had ended since they all had shit to do in the morning. He and Shadow had put on another movie, nothing crazy, just another Keanu, seeing as his family weren’t around to tell him off for rewatching. Shadow hadn’t seen it before, anyway.
They sat side by side. Sonic had Shadow pinned between himself and the couch’s arm. It wasn’t intentional – the rest of the couch had been full until about half an hour ago – but Shadow hadn’t moved, or forcibly moved Sonic, so they stayed where they were.
Their gloves were off since Shadow had been planning to fall asleep on the couch, and because popcorn butter was stupid annoying to wash out of Sonic’s cotton gloves. No gloves wasn’t a big deal. Nothing they hadn’t seen by now.
With how they were sitting, Shadow curled into the corner of the couch and Sonic curled into him, Sonic hands didn’t have much space to go once he put the popcorn bowl aside. It’s only when Shadow makes a muffled noise that he looks down.
It’s nothing eyebrow-raising. Sonic has one hand in his own lap, the other on Shadow’s leg. His fingers were idly rubbing through the black fur above Shadow’s knee, on his thigh. Okay, sure, whatever. Can you blame a guy? Shadow’s fur was soft; he took way better care of it than Sonic did his own. Not a big deal. What was getting Shadow into a tizzy then?
The movie drones on in the background as Sonic lets his gaze subtly drag over Shadow’s body, wondering what the fuss was about. Shadow has gone too still, but he isn’t saying anything. Normally when he wasn’t okay with something, he had no problem telling Sonic to fuck off. Shadow had a tough time with adults in lab coats, sure. But someone his own age? Sonic has gotten punched in the face too many times. So, if he wasn’t uncomfortable…
Their eyes don’t meet when Sonic lifts his gaze to Shadow’s face. Shadow is watching the TV still and actually paying attention. Sonic frowns, confused, and looks back down.
“Oh, that’s…!” Sonic trails off, ripping his gaze and hands away from Shadow. He blurts stupidly, “You’re hard.”
Shadow is silent for too long. But it isn’t from embarrassment, no, it’s worse.
“I don’t think I am any harder than you.” Shadow says slowly, clearly lost, brow furrowed. “I suppose I have denser muscle.”
“No, dumbass,” Sonic hisses, patience running thin with the blood pumping away from his brain. He blindly points at Shadow’s crotch, still staring at the floor. “That.”
Shadow makes a baffled noise. Did he not fucking notice? “…What is that.”
“Dude!” Sonic exclaims, before clapping a palm over his mouth when he remembers everyone else in the house is asleep. The slap of him doing so echoes through the room even louder. Sonic wants to sink into the cushions. “Dude,” he whispers, very seriously, chancing a look at Shadow. “That’s your dick.”
When not an ounce of recognition appears on Shadow’s face, Sonic scrubs a hand over his face, horrified. What was happening?!
“Your cock,” he snaps out weakly.
Shadow scoffs rudely. “That is not a chicken.”
Who gave Shadow the right to be mad at Sonic right now? Shadow was the one sitting in Sonic’s fucking living room with a hard-on!
“Penis,” Sonic tries, hating how the word sounds as it leaves his mouth.
“Yes? That is what it is.”
“I swear to god,” Sonic hisses under his breath, snatching Shadow’s wrist and tugging him off the couch.
Sonic drags the idiot with him upstairs to the bathroom. He kicks the door open and shoves Shadow in, despite his whispered complaining.
Sonic turns the light on, squinting when the brightness stuns him for a moment. “Stay here,” he says, and doesn’t give Shadow the chance to reply.
Sonic bolts downstairs the kitchen as fast as he can inside the house without breaking anything. He grabs a banana from the fruit bowl on the counter before zipping back to the bathroom.
He finds Shadow exactly as he left him. The dumbass stands in the middle of the bathroom, cock jutting out from between his legs, a vaguely enraged expression on his face.
Sonic shuts the door behind him and locks it for good measure.
“Why the hell do you have a banana?” Shadow asks before he can say anything.
“To demonstrate,” Sonic answers without thinking.
Shadow opens his mouth.
“Shut up.” Sonic waits, and maybe his heroic deeds are finally being rewarded, because Shadow actually listens for once and snaps his mouth closed again. “Look, this is really weird for me. And probably for you, even if you don’t know what’s happening.” Sonic points at Shadow’s crotch, unfortunately with the hand holding the banana. “That’s a hard-on. Or if you wanna be technical about it, an erection. It means your turned on.”
Shadow raises a brow. His hand curls around the base of his cock and he jolts slightly. Sonic debates whether drowning himself in the sink was a viable option for him right now. Maybe choking himself on the banana. Maybe choking himself on Shadow’s–
Sonic slaps himself in the face – not with the hand holding the banana, thankfully – and Shadow’s expression grows concerned.
“Look!” Sonic begins, before hastily reducing his volume upon remembering it was about two in the morning and his parents' bedroom was just down the hallway. “That felt good, right? Touch– touching it? That’s ‘cause it’s like… good.”
Shadow’s grip tightens on himself. His next breath is somewhat shaky. “Helpful,” he mutters sarcastically. “I don’t understand, Sonic.”
“Don’t say my name right now,” Sonic hurriedly says. “And turn around.”
“Why?” he asks, looking so genuinely puzzled it tears at Sonic’s heartstrings a little.
“Please. I never ask you for anything.”
Shadow huffs. “You definitely do.” He shifts on his feet anyway until his back faces Sonic. A quiet sigh of relief leaves Sonic. Shadow’s ears flick backward.
“Okay. So… um.” Sonic covers his face with his empty hand. “Okay. Something turned you on while we were watching the movie. Do you know what?”
“…I don’t.” And as if that wasn’t bad enough, Shadow continues, “I don’t know what you mean by ‘turned on’ either.”
“I mean you got, like, aroused.” Sonic rubs at his temple. “Sexually.”
“Oh.” Shadow is quiet for a moment. “This is a reproductive urge?”
Urge, Sonic mouths to himself, having to pinch himself to stay focused. “So, you do get what I’m sayin’, at least a bit. That’s… reassuring. Does your body feel weird? Like around your stomach maybe?”
Shadow audibly wets his lips. “I suppose so. It’s strange. Warm.”
“Alright,” Sonic exhales. They were getting somewhere, okay! “And do y’know what made you feel that?”
More silence. Shadow’s arm moves just barely and his head tips forward. He says, quietly, “You.”
Sonic inhales very, very slowly. His knees feel weak. He wants to jump out the window. Never mind. What the fuck was happening. Was he being punished for leaving only the crushed chips in the bag when he put it back in the snack cupboard? If this was a reward, he had words for the big man upstairs, or whoever the hell it was causing this to happen.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” Shadow murmurs when Sonic doesn’t reply, seeming apologetic. “I know it doesn’t make sense–”
“No! No, it’s fine,” Sonic quickly reassures. He isn’t sure how honest he sounds, the noise of his blood roaring in his ears too loud to hear himself speak. “I just… didn’t expect that. It’s fine.”
“But we can’t reprod–”
Sonic shushes him loudly, face aflame. He impulsively sets a hand on the small of Shadow’s back, and Shadow practically jumps out of his fur. As he starts to, very marginally, relax, Sonic gently pushes Shadow forwards towards the toilet, their soft, padding footsteps like thunder.
“We’ve got a lot to fucking talk about after this,” Sonic informs Shadow with a stilted laugh. “But for now, you’ve gotta deal with that before you blue ball yourself and it starts to hurt.”
“That can happen?” Shadow asks hesitantly.
“Don’t worry about it. That’s why we’re dealin’ with it, yeah?” Sonic cringes at himself. Why did he say we? Masturbating wasn’t a two-person job! Well, it usually wasn’t, at least. And definitely not for them.
“Alright…” Shadow slowly agrees. “How are we dealing with it?”
We. Sonic starts walking backwards to the sink and away from Shadow, lest he get the ripe idea to physically ‘help’ him out.
“You’re gonna touch it,” Sonic explains carefully. “Yourself– touch yourself. You’ve, um, already got a good start on it. But I’m gonna use the banana to show you if you get… stuck.”
“Alright,” Shadow says again. At least he sounds just as awkward as Sonic does, now.
“When you finish, make sure it goes into the toilet, ‘kay?” Sonic says as leans back against the bathroom counter. The cold stone digs into his back and he ignores it. “Or onto toilet paper and then into the toilet. Don’t wanna leave a mess for someone to find and stuff.”
Shadow’s head lolls to the side slightly. “When I finish what?”
Sonic blinks. “Uh… when you…” He swallows thickly, and his throat clicks loudly in the silence. “Cum.”
“Cum,” Shadow repeats flatly.
Sonic has to hurriedly loosen his grip in the banana before he crushes it in his hand. He looks up to the ceiling in thought, and perhaps also in prayer. Who cares if he doesn’t get what religion is. “What’s it called…” Sonic chews on the inside of his cheek. “Oh. Ejaculate.”
Shadow seems more confused by that. He starts to turn his head back towards Sonic.
“Don’t worry about it,” Sonic quickly says again, keeping his gaze glued to the ceiling. “You’ll figure it out soon, hopefully.”
Shadow murmurs under his breath, “Hopefully?” But he thankfully doesn’t press for an answer this time. “Fine. Then… what do I do now?”
Sonic tries to stop himself from sighing. Why didn’t he teach this 70’s kid about the internet sooner? Then again, was that really the best place to learn about sex? Shadow seemed like a visual learner and Sonic has heard enough about the horrors of porn and its industry for a lifetime.
“Right, um. Look at the banana and not me,” Sonic starts quietly as he fists the brown bit of the banana he would normally peel from with his right hand. He holds it between his legs and hopes Shadow doesn’t notice the beginnings of his own ‘excitement’. “You don’t need to hold it like this, I just can’t make banana float in midair, okay?” Sonic explains before wrapping his left hand around the banana. He would normally use his right for this, but he doesn’t want to block Shadow’s line of sight. “You looking?”
“Yes,” Shadow responds, vaguely breathless.
Sonic completely gets it.
“Use whichever hand you like, people usually use their dominate side,” Sonic continues, hating the way his stomach flips at the ‘d’ word. “I read this book where the MC always jerked off with their other hand ‘cause it felt more like someone else was doin’ it, since it’s more clumsy or wherever–”
“You’re rambling,” Shadow interrupts, not unkindly. He sounds… weirdly fond.
“Ha. Yeah, guess I am. Um.” Sonic looks down at the banana, ignoring Shadow’s stare. He pauses for a moment, really reconsidering his life choices, before spitting into his palm.
Shadow hesitates before copying him, the noise quieter and less practised.
Sonic curls his now spit-slick left hand around the tip of the banana. Slowly, he strokes down as he twists his wrist, spreading it.
Shadow makes a choked noise. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Sonic chuckles breathlessly. “And we’ve barely gotten started, dude.” He pauses for a moment to breathe through his own strongly growing arousal. “Alright, is there anything leakin’ out the tip?”
“Yes,” Shadow says softly. Then, “Why won’t you look at me?”
Shit, is Shadow trying to kill him?
“I’ll tell you after, okay? Just trust me with this.” Sonic rubs his thumb over the brown bit of the banana and mimes spreading the pre-cum over the ‘shaft’. “This is called pre-cum. I’ve got no idea what it’s supposed to do, but it’s good for lube. Lubricant.”
Shadow’s hum is rough. “Like motor oil?”
“Sure,” Sonic agrees, laughing quietly. Why was that cute? “Like motor oil. Makes everything run smoother, yeah?”
Sonic does the same movement again, pretending that his ears aren’t pricked in Shadow’s direction to catch every sound he makes when he copies him. Shadow is very silent about it all, which Sonic had expected – no, he had not imagined something like this before, that’s crazy talk – but even the noises he holds back catch Sonic’s attention.
“You’re probably gonna hate standing for this, sorry,” Sonic says as he gives the banana a firmer stroke.
The sound of Shadow’s palm smacking against the tile wall rings through the bathroom. He gives a strained grunt in agreement.
Sonic risks a glance up and sees Shadow with his head bowed, hand braced against the wall, bent over the toilet, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Sonic can just barely see the dripping tip of his dick. He fights the urge to go over there and do something about it.
“Shadow, look at me,” Sonic murmurs, surprising himself. He has quite literally never heard his own voice sound like that.
It clearly shocks Shadow too, as his head whips back up and around.
Shadow’s eyes, usually bright and intense, mirroring the embers of fire, were dark and wet like mud. It makes Shadow look so… different. His expression has hardly changed and yet he looks softer, a little bit pleading. Maybe mud isn’t the prettiest comparison, but whatever is in Shadow’s gaze makes Sonic burn hotter anyway.
But since when has Sonic not rolled with the punches? He can improv anything.
“Are you watching?” Sonic asks, the question rolling off his tongue before he can think it through. He isn’t even really expecting an answer, it’s not like Shadow would–
“Y-yes,” Shadow answers, that earnest, vaguely distressed expression directed entirely at Sonic.
Well, fuck. Okay.
“You don’t know how you like to be touched, do you,” Sonic says, already knowing the answer. When Shadow shakes his head slightly, nervous, Sonic smiles. “It’s okay. You’re doing good.”
Sonic isn’t exactly sure what about his words does it, but Shadow’s hips jerk forward slightly, his ears folding back further in a way that reads distinctly as… submissive.
He blinks hard. Focus, Sonic.
“You’re doing good,” Sonic repeats, and watches how Shadow’s expression crumples into something he’s never seen before, needy, almost sorrowful. Desperate. “C’mon, slowly.”
Sonic gives the length of the banana a few slow pumps, from the top all the way to the base. He watches keenly as Shadow does the same. Shadow gasps shakily, claws slipping on the wall as he leans heavily on it. He’s still staring at Sonic, even with his hand moving on his dick.
“Alright, a little faster for me,” Sonic directs as he does the same on the banana. The texture of the banana skin makes it a little difficult. Sonic, regretfully, has to spit in his palm again before continuing.
Shadow does the exact same a moment later, a soft sound leaving him. It’s hard to tell exactly from behind Shadow, but he seems to be getting into it if his face is anything to go by. Not only that, but his stroking hand moves in time with Sonic, his tail straining upwards like he wants it, like he’s begging for someone to–
“Shadow,” Sonic murmurs instead of focusing on that thought. “Does it feel good like that? Do you wanna go faster? Or we can keep goin’ slow.”
When Shadow opens his mouth to reply, the only thing that comes out at first is a low, breathy groan. It seems to escape him without permission, Shadow looks just as shocked as Sonic feels.
If Sonic weren’t already hard as a rock in his sheath, that would’ve done it. Blood rushes south and Sonic struggles to focus for a second. He’s afraid his cock will pop out of its own accord.
“Mm–” Shadow swallows and tries again, “You’re telling me to– to go slow?”
“Yeah, Shad,” Sonic chuckles roughly. “You can be as slow as you want for this. Whatever you like.”
“I want it faster.”
Sonic feels his hands clench tight; the poor banana being punished in his grip for no reason. He mentally apologises to Shadow, because he was going to be thinking about those husky, insistent words every time when he jerked off for the foreseeable future.
“Faster it is,” Sonic agrees and pumps the banana quicker. It’s a damn workout on his arm, and he’s not even getting off too. Then again, watching Shadow like this is more than satisfying. “Yeah, just like that, Shad. You’re a quick learner, huh?”
Shadow curls in on himself more and doesn’t answer. His mouth hangs open now, his soft panting just barely louder than the obscene noise of his hand working over his cock.
Sonic pretends to collect the banana’s ‘pre-cum’ when he sees the shiny drop of it about to fall from Shadow’s dick. Shadow copies and seems to go near frantic at the touch, making a sound that can only be described as a whimper.
He was really sensitive there, wasn’t he?
“Look at me,” Sonic murmurs.
Shadow doesn’t snark back that he already was looking, as Sonic was sort of expecting. He just focuses on Sonic more intently, hooded, wet, brown eyes flicking between Sonic’s face and the damn banana between his legs.
Sonic slides his hand up to the tip of the banana. He squeezes it slowly, steadily increasing the pressure before loosening his grip after a moment. Shadow’s soft keen tells Sonic he does the same without him needing to look.
“You sound really pretty,” Sonic praises without thinking.
Shadow’s quiet, responding whine just further proves his point.
Damn it, Shadow really was just everything Sonic has ever wanted, wasn’t he? Why was Shadow only more enticing with the knowledge that he was entirely inexperienced?
Sonic steps closer so that Shadow doesn’t have to turn his head at such an awkward angle, and for no other reason. Definitely not. He squeezes the tip of the banana again, but this time as he loosens his hold, Sonic strokes down with a twist of his wrist, and then back up again, giving the base a squeeze too.
When Sonic repeats the movements, Shadow does it along with him. The shuddering groan Shadow makes in the back of his throat is mortifyingly hot. Sonic feels his body temperature skyrocket. It’s a mean thought, one that Sonic tried to banish immediately, but Shadow sounds… whorish. Who knew the universe’s Ultimate Lifeform could behave like this?
“That’s it,” Sonic encourages softly as Shadow continues to stroke himself, his movements beginning to get sloppy. “God, Shadow, you look really cute like this.”
Shadow groans. There’s drool on his chin as he stutters out between his heavy breaths, “Sonic.”
Sonic grows increasingly tempted to replace the banana in his hand with a real cock, whether that be Shadow’s or his own. But he refuses to distract Shadow from his first time jerking off.
“Keep goin’,” Sonic murmurs, and he finds himself moving closer. His own hand has stilled on the banana, and he puts it down on the counter as he steps forward. Shadow thankfully isn’t fazed, and he doesn’t stop. “You feel good, don’t you? Feels like somethin’s building?”
“Yes,” Shadow pants out, brow furrowed, his bottom lip bloodied from his own teeth. “Y-yeah. Sonic…”
“That’s great, Shad,” he says, finding it hard to catch his own breath. “Jus’ keep doin’ that. Do what feels right. Fuck, you’re something else.”
“Sonic,” Shadow gasps, his hand working desperately. “Sonic, I can’t–”
“You can,” Sonic reassures, now standing so close to Shadow that their arms brush together with every quick pump Shadow makes. “You’ve got it. You’re doin’ so well, Shadow. You’re gonna feel real good in a sec, okay? Even better than now.”
Shadow’s eyes finally slip shut as he fists himself quicker, harder, his hips bucking into his own touch incrementally. With how he starts to lilt to the side, Sonic has to move in closer to keep Shadow from toppling over. He sets his hand on the small of Shadow’s back between his quills, gently keeping him steady, and Shadow moans loud.
Sonic’s face burns, ears twitching back, praying no one had heard that. He doesn’t think Shadow even remembers where he is right now. It doesn’t really matter, anyway. Sonic is finding it hard to care himself, watching this happen in front of him.
“You’re good,” he murmurs, chin brushing Shadow’s shoulder. Sonic wants to reach around him and replace Shadow’s hand with his own. “You’re so good, Shadow.”
Shadow’s body trembles as if holding back a sob. “Ah…”
“C’mon, I’ve got ya,” Sonic continues quietly, carefully grabbing a wad of toilet paper in preparation. “Jus’ let go when you’re ready.”
The fact Shadow has stopped questioning him says a lot about what’s going on in his head. He’s barely keeping himself upright, leaning most of his weight back against Sonic. Shadow bites his lip as his back arches. Sonic’s hands shake with the temptation to grab him somehow.
“Sonic, I–” Shadow groans. His hand is flying over his shaft, his other hand close to scratching marks in the tile with his claws. “Something’s– it’s...”
“S’okay,” Sonic promises. “You got it.”
He gives into the urge to touch and presses up against Shadow’s back, trapping relaxed black and red quills between their bodies, moving his hand to Shadow’s hip instead. It feels wrong to do this, knowing Shadow doesn’t fully understand, but… well, he does it anyway. Sonic at least keeps himself from grinding his hardness against Shadow, as appealing as the idea is.
Sonic feels up Shadow’s side and gives his very grabbable waist a squeeze. “C’mon, Shadow…”
Shadow tenses up, his head falling back against Sonic’s shoulder. With a moan that comes out like a broken sob, his hand slides down to the base of his cock, and he comes.
Seeing that Shadow definitely wasn’t aiming at the toilet bowl, Sonic makes use of his superspeed for less-than-heroic reasons to ball up the toilet paper and hold it to the head of Shadow’s twitching dick before he spills. Sonic bites the inside of his cheek as he watches Shadow’s cum splatter over the tissue.
Sonic’s other arm curls around Shadow’s middle, supporting him as he sags and sways on the spot. “There you go,” Sonic breathes out, leaning forward to get a better glimpse of Shadow’s face. “You good, Shad? That feel okay?”
Shadow mumbles wordlessly, breathing heavily, eyes still closed.
Sonic laughs under his breath. “…’kay, I’ll give you a min.”
He recovers quickly for his first orgasm compared to Sonic.
Shadow lifts his head, eyes fluttering open, looking a little clouded. “Did I… what did you call it?” he asks, voice hoarse and unfairly attractive. “Did I finish?”
Sonic blinks, an amused grin rising to his lips. He lifts the soiled toilet paper up. “Yeah, you did. Right here, man.” He goes to throw it into the toilet, but a strong, slick hand curls around his wrist and stops him.
Shadow pulls Sonic’s wrist up. He stares at the mess of cum. Sonic finds that it’s weirdly tinted, a pale green and not a pearly white like he’s used to seeing.
“Ejaculate,” Shadow says, repeating what Sonic had told him, the word clumsy on his tongue like he’s never said it before. He probably hasn’t. Shadow pokes at it with his finger, frowning at the way it clings to his claw, then starts to lift his hand to his face.
“Hey, hey,” Sonic hastily interrupts, struggling to not laugh. “Wait.”
“What?” Shadow twists his head slightly to look behind him at Sonic. He glances down as if only just noticing how Sonic is curled around him. Shockingly, he doesn’t comment on it. “I want to know what it tastes like.”
Sonic bites back the impulsive words that are on the tip of his tongue, begging to be said. He wasn’t going to suggest that Shadow suck him off. Not now.
After a moment, Sonic shrugs. “Alright. I guess it’s your choice.”
Shadow’s tongue pokes out of his mouth and he delicately licks the tip of his finger. His face creases and he releases Sonic’s wrist, leaving a sticky mess of spit and pre-cum in Sonic’s fur.
Sonic chuckles. “Yeah, it’s not great, is it.”
“…No.”
Sonic takes that as his sign to move away, giving Shadow his personal space back, but not before making sure Shadow doesn’t immediately fall over. He chucks the toilet paper into the toilet but doesn’t flush it yet. Sonic moves to the sink to wash his hands. He’s so tempted to lick at the mess on his wrist, to taste it. To taste–
“Did I…” Shadow’s voice is soft, tentative, from behind Sonic. “Did I do it right?”
Sonic momentarily squeezes his eyes shut, grabbing the cold handle of the sink so hard it creaks. That was also going into the spank-bank. Fuck, Shadow was unbearable.
“Yeah,” Sonic eventually manages to get out. “I mean, you made yourself cum, didn’t you? Felt good? I’d say you did it right.”
Shadow hums. Sonic listens to his footsteps until Shadow’s reflection appears in the bathroom mirror. His muzzle is still flushed beneath his fur, and his quills are mussed from their usual perfect spikes, but Shadow otherwise looks his usual self.
Sonic turns on the sink. He ducks his head down, pretending to drink from the tap and instead dragging his tongue over the fur of his inner wrist. His cock throbs at the taste – he’s amazed it’s still hidden in its sheath, even now. The taste isn’t even good, but it’s Shadow and that’s all he really cares for.
“Well?” Sonic asks as he straightens up, licking his lips. He meets Shadow’s gaze in the mirror, pumping soap into his hands and starting to scrub. “Did you like it?”
Shadow shifts on his feet. He looks down, presumably at his cock, before saying, “…Yes, I suppose. I just didn’t know what to expect.”
“Good thing you know now!” Sonic says with a grin. “You’ll be able to help yourself out whenever it happens again, right? But if you need help again, I’d be happy to give you a hand.”
Shit, did that sound too desperate? Truthfully, he kind of was, anyway. Sonic would drop practically everything if Shadow asked for his help again. Maybe next time Sonic would actually get to touch his dick. The Eggmen could come back, and Sonic would still be fisting Shadow’s cock, kissing up his neck, and listening to Shadow moan his name again…
“Sonic.” Shadow interrupts his daydreaming. “You’re wasting water.”
Sonic refocuses. “Oops,” he mumbles as he washes the last of the soap down the drain and turns the tap off, chuckling awkwardly. He shakes the water off and turns around, wiping his damp hands on the back of his thighs. “My bad. You wanna wash your hands too?”
Shadow starts to nod, then goes still. “You’re… hard.”
He blinks and looks down. Oh. Sonic’s cock had freed itself from its sheath. When had that happened?
Sonic lifts his head again. “Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he says with a dismissive wave of his hand as he goes to pick up the spit-shiny banana from the counter. He starts to peel it, nose scrunching a little at the smell. “I’ll deal with it.”
He takes a big bite of the banana. It’s unpleasantly warm from Sonic treating it like a dick.
“Can I help?”
Eyes bulging, Sonic just barely manages to keep himself from spitting the bite right back out. He hurriedly swallows, fighting the urge to cough. “What,” he croaks out.
“Can I help,” Shadow repeats flatly, as if that wasn’t an insane question to ask someone. “You aided me with mine. It would only be fair.”
Sonic laughs, because he’s really struggling to not say so true, let me teach you about blowjobs next. “That’s– nah, you don’t have to do that, dude,” Sonic refuses instead. “I mean, you did all the work, Shadow. I just told you what to do.”
Apparently, Shadow’s entire existence was a test of Sonic’s patience. Shadow’s brow furrows further. He wasn’t seriously that worried about returning the favour, was he? Did he just hate owing people that badly?
“But without your help I wouldn’t have known what to do,” Shadow says, and Sonic blinks at the almost too honest admission. “I want to…”
Shadow’s gaze skirts away. Sonic braces himself, white knuckling the banana.
“I want to make you feel good too.”
Sonic lets his head fall back as he takes a slow, steadying breath. In through his nose, out from his mouth.
He can’t agree. If he does, they’ll be here until sunrise. Hell, maybe even longer than that. Maybe until someone inevitably comes knocking on the bathroom door to use it. Sonic will want to teach Shadow everything, here and now. He would not be above bending Shadow over the counter. But despite how his cock throbs between his legs for attention, Sonic is so fucking tired.
Shadow clearly is too, if the exhaustion in his eyes is anything to go by. One orgasm seemed to be enough to wear him out, fortunately. Sonic doesn’t think he would have enough self-control to watch for any longer.
“I– how about another day?” Sonic asks. He physically can’t make himself say no outright. His gaze drops to Shadow’s flaccid dick before rising again. “You should go to bed and like… reflect or whatever.”
His eyes return to lock with Sonic’s. “Do you not want to?”
“No! No, I want to,” Sonic says with a fierce shake of his head, forgetting to keep quiet for a second. “Just, I don’t think we should now, okay? It’s late, anyway.”
Shadow looks like he wants to argue that. Probably by mentioning that he’s the ‘Ultimate Lifeform’ and doesn’t need to sleep or something. Tell that to those inch-deep eyebags.
“Fine,” Shadow eventually agrees.
He moves towards the sink to wash his hands, and Sonic shamelessly stares at his hips and thighs. Then he realises that Shadow’s cock is still hanging limply between his legs.
“Oh, hold on,” Sonic murmurs covering the banana with its peel again and setting it back down on the counter. “You gotta tuck yourself back in, dude.”
Shadow turns to him, puzzled, a question forming on his lips.
Sonic reaches down, hesitates, then when Shadow makes no move to stop him – which Sonic is going to be heavily overthinking later – he grabs Shadow’s shaft.
“Sonic,” Shadow hisses out, his breath leaving him too quickly to be natural.
He hums and bites his lip to keep his mouth shut. Sonic gently slides Shadow’s cock back into its sheath. He makes sure the area is clean and normal-looking before stepping back and picking up the stupid fucking banana again.
He feigns nonchalance. “Now you’re good.”
Shadow stares at him. His face is flushed again as he goes back to washing his hands. He mumbles, “…Thank you.”
Sonic grins, fighting the urge to giggle. “No problem.”
Thankfully, Shadow leaves soon after that, his hands damp and his fur messy, a mumbled goodnight thrown Sonic’s way.
The silence of the bathroom does not help with Sonic’s arousal, as much as he wishes it would. Sonic grabs a piece of toilet paper to lock the door again without getting anything on it, still chewing on the banana, not even halfway finished.
Sonic sighs to himself and walks back over to the toilet. The remains of Shadow’s release still float around in the water. It should be gross. It isn’t.
He squeezes his eyes shut, wraps his hand around his own cock, and stuffs the banana down his throat.