Sonic had seen many things, and felt just as many. He’d seen stars above Angel Island, felt the mist of fog while running through the city. He’d seen little girls smile, and felt morning dew that tickled his ears.

Nothing quite compared to this. He bucked up slightly before falling back, gloveless fingers digging into the mattress as Shadow traced a hand over his chest. Red eyes darted over his form like mad, taking in every hitched breath and movement. Shadow drank it all in, an almost sinister smirk gracing his face as he suddenly quirked his head to the side and Sonic felt the heat of a thousand stars dot his cheeks as Shadow tightened his energy while his fingers danced over the bare skin of the blue ones chest.

Shadow seemed to enjoy taunting him, at least from the way he was acting. Sonic squeezed his eyes shut, brain riding high as an eagle but body firmly set in it’s-hot-as-hell territory, trying not to let go completely because Shadow was still snuggled close to him and in that moment, that single moment, Sonic could hear nothing but his own breathing and Shadow’s heartbeat. Everything was so perfect if he could hang on to it for eternity he would be content.

Of course, his body had other ideas, and with a gasp he gave in, immediately rolling over to bury his head in Shadow’s fluffy chest.

“Th-that was…”

“Any list of adjectives would work.” Shadow let his fingers ghost over the tips of Sonic’s ears, and the tiny bit of stimulation still seemed almost like too much. Sonic couldn’t hold back a whimper. He still felt hot, muscles and blood boiling under slicked fur and damp skin.

“Hey, Shadow…?” Sonic suddenly smiled into the other’s fur, realization hitting him.

“Hmm?”

“We still have an emerald, right?”

“Yes, I believe so. Why?” Sonic pulled back so his eyes met Shadow’s, toxic green irises glinting in mischief.

“Tomorrow, it’s my turn.”