“You’re kidding me.” Shadow raised an eye to the copious amount of leather in Sonic’s hands. It was so shiny and new, it practically looked like it was glowing. Sonic grinned.

“Aw, c'mon. Don’t want it to go to waste, do we?”

“I am not putting that on.” Shadow rolled his eyes, crossing his arms when he noticed Sonic sorting through the pile. “What are you doing?”

“I never said it was for you.” Sonic said simply, sliding on the tight shorts. “You gonna help?”

“No.” Shadow fell back on the bed, closing his eyes. The clean, shiny clothes squeaked as Sonic pulled them on, and when he bounced unto the end of the bed, Shadow’s fingers twitched, digging into the sheets.

“C'mon, at least open your eyes. I didn’t pull this stuff on for nothing.” Sonic’s tone was still light and teasing, and Shadow sighed before obliging. The outfit crossed Sonic’s chest, barely digging into his skin, but from the other’s smile, it wasn’t enough to be unpleasant. The bottom nicely accentuated Sonic’s legs, in his opinion.

There was a tingling sensation when Sonic scooted closer. Shadow had passed it off to Sonic’s natural chaos energy fluctuating in his excitement, but it was far stronger now, almost as strong as-

“You have an emerald, don’t you?” Shadow nearly smiled- Sonic had hidden it int the clothes. Clever. Sonic nodded, moving up so he was right beside the other. He carefully began to run his hands through Shadow’s fur, before slowly moving his fingers in, clenching his right into a fist while leaving his left relatively limp.

Shadow barely suppressed a gasp as he felt a sudden pressure between his legs.

“You’re… actually going to…?”

“Hey. You did me yesterday.” Shadow wasn’t sure if that was the leather or the bed squeaking, and the dual sensations both from Sonic massaging his chest and from down below rendered him rather incapable of caring. Sonic leaned forward, whispering into Shadow’s ear. “We’d want to be fair, wouldn’t we?”

“…I… suppose…” Shadow was about two seconds away from pouncing on Sonic and kissing him crazy, but he managed to suppress the urge by closing his eyes and letting the other work. Sonic moved confidently, barely taking time to warm up before using the ambient energy from the emerald to wreck absolute havoc on Shadow’s body.

Somewhere, deep in the part of his brain that was still functional, Shadow made a note to get Sonic some chocolate or something. Because at that moment, he felt like a god.