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It should have been left at ‘no”.

Sonic gave him plenty of reasons.

Too young. Too innocent. Not enough life experience. Sonic wasn’t enough. Wasn’t worth it.

And all he got in response was, “Please.”

The weight in that plea is too much. Sonic doesn’t want to hear it. He shouldn’t give this young, handsome hedgehog a single chance. Shouldn’t have even let him come home with him in the first place, but that was a lapse of his judgement. A lapse of his sanity. Feeling old, ugly, unloved, lonely.

And a single “please” was all it took to allow the young hedgehog into his taxi and follow him home like a misguided and misunderstood puppy.

All Sonic needed was a nudge. Fingers shaking as he hesitates with his key in the lock of the front door. His heart pounding, skin warm, as black arms wrap around his waist as Shadow steps in behind.

His body is solid, warm, lithe. Strong, powerful, full of life and youth. Sonic feels a lump in his throat.

There’s lips against the back of his neck, Shadow’s low but young voice growling, “please…”

The lock clicks open, and the front door slams as Shadow shoves him inside hastily.

Sonic feels something ugly twist in his stomach, fights his way around in Shadow’s arms to put his hands on his chest, shoulders, pushing.

“Wait–”

Shadow pouted at him, faces inches apart from one another. Those red eyes are so obvious, dropping down to Sonic’s mouth, back up to his eyes, and down again before he leans in. Sonic pushes on that strong chest, feels their feet stumble.

He crashes to the floor in a way that he knows is going to leave his back fucked for the next month, his shoulders already aching, tight cramp in his neck as Shadow kisses him fiercely. Sonic is 52 years old. He has no right being pushed to the hardwood of his apartment, kissed out of his mind by some eighteen year old child.

“Please,” Shadow whines against him, into the kiss, “please,” he breathes again, sinful tongue pressing in, strong hands holding Sonic in place.

It’s a mantra, circling in his head, please, please, please. Hands under his shirt, dragging over the unkept scruff of his chestfur, tweaking at his nipples, kissing him to swallow the tired, ragged moan that Sonic lets slip.

Sonic can’t get a whine or moan in without it being stolen by a sinful tongue, young and pretty and wet and taking the air from his lungs. Begged for. Aching for every noise, every touch, pleading so earnestly that it’s given.

Sonic arches against those dark hands, his resisting hands shaking against the leather of Shadow’s jacket, caught between shoving and holding him tightly so he doesn’t disappear. Like this is just some fucked old man’s fantasy and if he breathes too hard, the dark young thing over top of him will fade into the low lights.

“Please,” he presses, voice cracking. Sonic shakes. Eighteen. Eighteen.

A mouth burns hot against his stomach, making him flinch, and Sonic finds his hands now lost in red and black quills. It’s dizzying, being under such sharp, focused attention. Shadow’s ears are drawn towards him, picking up every gasp and breath and moan, his eyes are hazy, dark with alcohol he should have never had a drink of, but having no problem with seeing just who exactly he’s going down on.

His fangs click against the button of Sonic’s jeans, against the metal zipper, and Sonic flails, hot all over with panic and wrongwrongwrong  and shouldn’t want this, grabbing Shadow by the fur and quills and pulling and—

His cock slips into that hot mouth, and the first suck comes with a muffled, garbled, “please,” out of Shadow’s mouth, his mouthful of cock. Sonic sobs, head thunking back against his floor with too much force and, either the blow makes him see stars or that’s Shadow sucking his soul out of him.

Maybe a bit of both.

Shadow doesn’t let up, whining and bobbing on Sonic like his life depends on it. His young, long life ahead of him oh god, oh god, oh god.

It’s Sonic’s turn to beg, “ple-eease~” as his hips buck and Shadow chokes, and he feels the dangerous way his stomach clenches and his balls throb.

He shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shouldn’t…

Shadow nuzzles in, opens his throat and begs with the squeeze of his throat instead of his words, pleads for the older hedgehog’s release with his eyes fixed up through his lashes and ears pinned forward. Please cum, he thinks, wills, please fucking show me how good I’m making you feel, please gods give me—

Sonic’s claws leave a painful score of lines behind Shadow’s ear, legs twitching, trapped in the press of denim and Shadow’s unyielding grip, and his breath skips—

Shadow swallows and swallows and swallows. He can’t even tell the taste, too deep in his throat as Sonic’s cock throbs and kicks and struggles just as much as the blue hedgehog does. Please, he thinks, taking his fill, watching the older man fall apart under him, helpless to his own pleasure and the way that low voice pitters down into nothing but grunts and gasps.

He’s satisfied with that, sucking and sucking and swallowing until the cock in his mouth goes soft. He draws back, licking every soft inch as he goes and watches how it makes Sonic twitch.

He leaves wet, open kisses along the base, nuzzles, noses down further, feels himself shaking with trying to hold himself back, painfully hard in his own pants.

“Please can I–?” He mouths against Sonic’s rim, circles the muscle with his tongue, every bone in his body aching for it.

“Please,” he almost sobs, fingers fitting into that blue hole that twitches and sucks and squeezes around him. 

“I want you, want it so badly, please. Please?”

Sonic can’t even get the strength to roll over or push the darker hedgehog off him, sapped from such a crazy orgasm. He still groans at the stretch as Shadow’s fingers twist and press and open him, growing slippery with Shadow’s insistent tongue lapping between them.

Fuck.

Fuck it he can just—

“Please,” Sonic mumbles, heat burning him alive from the inside out, and gathers all of his strength to lift one leg and present himself more open for Shadow.

He doesn’t have to beg for it. Shadow has done enough of that for him, but it still feels like he is.

Please fuck me already.