Circles

A single red shirt stood out among the rest of black clothing, twisting and turning with every wave inside the washing machine. Always going in circles but somehow finding itself on top.

Sonic had been staring at this washing machine for almost an hour now, completely zoned out.

Originally he had only wanted to do a quick wash. Come down to the basement, throw his clothes in some random machine and go back to sleep. With all ten of his clothing articles sans the socks and gloves he owed, he had gone down and expected at least one washing machine to be free.

Usually one of them was. But this time none were and Sonic had a problem.

For weeks now he had been forgetting to wash his clothes. Which was not a big deal in itself because who actually washed their clothes when they did not plan on wearing them, right? Most Mobians still disliked wearing clothing, he was not alone with this at all- but most Mobians would have remembered to wash their clothes too.

Today was the last day he could wash his clothes before tomorrow, before he actually needed them.

Well, not day exactly. Sonic had spent the entire day busy, jumping from calls with friends to grocery runs to making sure everything was ready for his big trip tomorrow.

And like the dumb-ass that he was, he had forgotten his clothes entirely.

So when he had remembered in the middle of the night, he had jumped out of bed and grabbed all of his clothes from the laundry chair, threw them into a bag and headed down to the basement to do his laundry.

In the apartment complex he lived in, the basement was some kind of neutral ground filled with washing machines. At least 15 machines stood in 4 fours, with all of them working except for one that was out of order.

You could reserve machines but in all the years he had lived here, he had never needed to. No matter what time he came down here, there was always one empty.

Except this time. All machines were either locked, clearly still stuck in their cycles and a few of them were reserved.

“Shit.” The blue hedgehog muttered, exhaling loudly as he dropped to the floor. His head gave a loud thud as it hit the washing machine behind him, rumbling softly into his back.

This would not be that much of a problem If Tails had not asked him specifically to show up in clothing.

“I don’t mind what you wear, Sonic.” The kit had told him over the phone only a month ago. “As long as you wear something. Please?”

And he had laughed in response, not seeing the big deal. “Sure thing, bud. Anything for your graduation.”

His brother’s graduation was not something that happened every Friday. And he had really tried to fulfil this promise, had probably written a few hundred notes and post-its all stuck to his fridge, just to remind him of that special day.

And he had still forgotten. He was a terrible brother. His mind, of course, had only reminded him when all the laundromats around town were already closed for the night.

Sonic sighed. He really did not want to disappoint Tails. They saw each other rarely enough at it was already.

Suddenly the door to the basement crashed open and another hedgehog entered, with two laundry baskets beneath his arms, one under each arm. As he was obviously listening to music, the other only noticed Sonic sitting there when he stood right in front of him, having to pass to him to reach his his destination.

The stranger froze. Almost like he had not expected anyone to be down here at this hour- and Sonic would want nothing more than to climb back into his warm bed and call it a night.

Sonic pulled his legs close to his body, giving the other hedgehog an apologetic smile that hopefully conveyed that he was not some weirdo that was down here to watch clothes getting washed or actually steal something out of the machines.

Without another glance back, the stranger continued on his way, walking up to two reserved machines in the corner of the room and setting his baskets down.

Sonic scrambled to his knees, peeking over the rows of washing machines separating them to get a better look at what the other was doing as he had his back turned.

Speaking of Mobians that actually wore clothes, here was one of them. The black hedgehog was wearing a red leather jacket, paired with some dark jeans and white clothes. As the stranger carefully separated each and every clothing article into two piles, Sonic suddenly realized what the other was doing.

Two. This guy had two machines.

Before he could think of an attack plan, his feet had already pushed him off the cold floor and took him directly towards the other. Only for his mind to crash as soon as he actually got there- how would he even start a conversation?!

Shadow was doing his best to ignore the only other person in the room as he kept sorting through his clothes.

Seeing someone else down here at his usual time was surprising enough but actually recognizing the other hedgehog was an entirely different thing. This guy, the blue hedgehog, lived only one floor above him, Shadow was sure.

Often they had run into each other, mostly at odds times during the day and never at night. Until now he would have thought that this guy simply slept through the night like any other normal person. He did not seem to have a clear schedule, coming and going at random.

Not that the black hedgehog was actually keeping track, mind you. This guy was simply so loud, you could not miss whenever he stomped up the stairs.

Shadow had lived in this building for almost an month now and he had done his absolute best to avoid any of his neighbours like the plague. Even resorting to washing his clothes at late hours, deep into the night.

It was not like he was losing a lot of sleep. The black hedgehog slept three hours per night and his body had yet to complain.

One shirt fell out his hands when he noticed movement in the corner of his eyes. Turning around Shadow saw the other hedgehog lean against a wooden shelf, his entire posture was tense as his face was portraying a clearly forced smile.

Shadow’s grip tightened as he glanced briefly at the blue hedgehog before deciding to avoid eye contact all together.

Had he done something wrong? Surely not, right? He had been reserving washing machines for the third time now and never encountered any problems. Did this guy want to complain about him?

The black hedgehog decided to face the situation head on. He took off his headphones, putting them behind him on a shelf before turning back towards the other and staring him down with a glare.

For a moment the other only fidgeted before he pushed himself off the shelf to take a too steps closer to Shadow, who immediately felt like his personal bubble being violated. His glare sharpened, forcing the other hedgehog to stop.

“Hey, so- I think we’ve seen each other before?” The blue hedgehog started, his tone dripping with awkwardness as he scratched the back of his neck before immediately offering in a shaky handshake. “I’m Sonic. I live in 5B.”

Shadow stared at the hand like the guy was trying to hand him a live bomb. His eyes dropped to the clothes still in his hand before he decided to simply ignore the other’s hand.

“Shadow. 4B.”

Sonic’s face lit up, clearly thinking this whole interaction humorous. “Oh, cool! We’re number twins!”

The black hedgehog blinked in response, completely confused about why this stranger- why Sonic was talking to him. They had never interacted before, so why now?

He was about to turn his back to the other, returning to his own clothes when Sonic spoke up again, “Soo… Shadow.” A frown found its way on his face as he heard his own name on the stranger’s lips. Can’t this guy take a hint and leave him alone? “This is really embarrassing for me to ask but I can’t help but notice you have two machines there.”

Shadow followed the other’s look, giving his reserved washing machines a brief look before crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at the other hedgehog. “So?”

Sonic, who had apparently only waited for an opportunity to state his case, sprung his question, “Can I use one of them?” He pointed at a bag behind him, clearly filled with some clothes as some stuck out of the top and continued, “It would only take one round.”

The bag in question was small enough that Shadow could have even added Sonic’s clothes to his own loads and nothing would change. But when he turned back to the blue hedgehog, Shadow could not help but notice the lack of clothing on Sonic’s part.

He was not one of these Mobians who turned their noses up at seeing other Mobians were no clothes. In fact, he could not care less about what other people did in their own time- but some stranger asking him to use his washing machine, one that he had already paid for and intended to use, was not a small thing for him.

And seeing that this Mobian did not even clothes anyway- Had Shadow ever seen him wearing clothes? He actually could not remember- did not make him think that this request was this important.

“No.”

This brief dismissal changed the other’s attitude completely. The green eyes widened, an almost crazed look taking a hold of the blue hedgehog as he begged, “Oh, come on. Please, man!”

“I need those clothes for tomorrow. Please.” He intertwined his fingers like he was taking apart in prayer. “It’s important.”

Shadow’s frown deepened, his confusion growing with every word the other spoke. “Then why didn’t you wash them before?” Indignation taking root in him as he added, “Or reserve a machine for yourself?”

The other seemed to deflate before his eyes, his determination leaving his body as soon as Shadow mentioned the alternatives. The very obvious ones.

“…I forgot.” Sonic finally admitted, his tone almost timid now.

Shadow repeated incredulously, “…You forgot?” What kind of person forgot to wash their own clothes?

A scoff followed and then the blue hedgehog glared at him. “It happens, okay?!” He snapped.

“Tomorrow must not be that important then.” The black hedgehog argued back.

“You have two machines.” Sonic huffed. “You could totally just help me out here.”

Right. So this guy was trying to make him pay for his wash?

Shadow felt even more sure that he should not help him out. “And by ‘helping you out’-” He did some air quotes to show Sonic just how unbelievable his story actually sounded. “-you mean paying for your load?”

This time it was Sonic’s turn to be confused. “What? I can pay you!”

Because Shadow was not capable of covering the cost himself?

The black hedgehog scoffed. “Uninterested.”

With his piece said, Shadow finally turned back to his two laundry baskets. He finished sorting through his clothes, this time having done his job rather rushed because he wanted to get out of this room.

The other hedgehog had been silent for so long, Shadow would have bet on Sonic having given up and left the basement already- but when he tried another approach, his peculiar tone was already making Shadow put his walls up.

“I can make it worth your while.”

Shadow groaned in frustration, he jerked around to snarl at Sonic, “I already told you I don’t want your mon-”

“I’m not talking about money.” The blue hedgehog interrupted, a strange smile on his face. Taking a few steps closer to Shadow, his smile only seemed to widen. “I mean a favour.”

Shadow’s own red eyes flickered between the vibrant green eyes and that smile which was making his stomach do a weird flip. His tongue shot out to lick his lips and Sonic’s eyes immediately zoomed to it like it was the most interesting sight.

“A favour?” Shadow repeated blankly, feeling like his head was failing to keep up.

Sonic nodded, “Yes.” His smile turned sly. “Is there not something I can do for you?”

His mind instantly screamed at him, ‘Like let me wash my clothes in peace?!’ but when he held his tongue, Shadow picked up on all little signs. From the way how Sonic shuffled his feet, only waiting for the another shoe to drop, up to the fact that his body was angled entirely towards Shadow. The smile on the blue face almost acted like a warning, telling him its owner wanted to devour him.

As the realization finally settled in, Shadow felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. His eyes flickered back to his own laundry, now completely forgotten before he took a few steps away from the machines, towards Sonic.

“…Like what?” What are you proposing?

Sonic’s hand reached forward, grazing over Shadow’s arms. No direct contact was made but regardless the black hedgehog still felt a shiver run down his back. Then the blue hands dropped to Shadow’s pants, grabbed one belt loop on each side.

“If you let me use one of your machines-” The grip tightened as Shadow was pulled closer, he stumbled forward, barely catching him against the other’s body. Hot breath hit his lips, almost feeling like Sonic was directly stealing the air from his lungs. “-I’ll blow you.”

Inside his tight pants, Shadow could already feel his dick twitch, still inside his pouch. His breath caught in his throat as his hands went to Sonic’s bare shoulders. Even through his thick gloves, he could feel how warm the other’s body was beneath him.

Sonic’s hands began to wander, inching closer Shadow’s crotch before the black hedgehog’s mind caught up with what was happening.

A sudden wave of uncomfortableness hit him before he shoved Sonic away, catching himself against the two still inactive washing machines, breathing heavily.

“You don’t need-” Shadow gasped, suddenly feeling like there was no room to breathe. “You can use-… the left one, it’s fine-” His breathing echoed loudly through the room until a hand slowly settled on his shoulder, anchoring him.

“Shadow.” Red eyes snapping up to meet green ones. “It’s alright.” Sonic was smiling at him in understanding, handling him gently. “I skipped a few steps there, I’m sorry If I made you uncomfortable.”

Shadow slowly shook his head. “…No.” He cleared his sudden sore throat, choking out, “You don’t have to do this.”

Sonic stared at him for a long moment, during which the black hedgehog forced himself not to fidget before he suddenly began to chuckle.

Dazed, Shadow watched as the other was catching his breath before he answered, “I’m not just offering because of the laundry.” He snickered before noticing how confused Shadow still seemed to be, turning serious.

“…Wait. You know that, right?” When Shadow continued to gave him a blank, confused stare, Sonic added, “You’re like extremely hot.”

“Hot?”

Sonic raised an eyebrow. “What, you have two washing machines in your name but don’t own a mirror?”

Despite the circumstances, Shadow snorted, feeling his body relax again. He gave the other a small smile. “You’re pretty bold, you know that?”

His smile was returned with a grin. Sonic put one hand on his chest like he was taking an oath before joking, “Bold? Me? Nah.” He dramatically shook his head. “But pretty?” The blue hedgehog threw a wink towards him. “I’m glad you think so.”

Shadow rolled his eyes before turning back to his laundry baskets. “You can have that one.” He said, nodding towards the left machine before opening his one and dropping one pile inside.

The black hedgehog pressed a few buttons, choosing his favourite settings before turning around and watching Sonic bring his bag closer to the machine.

“So I’m guessing my favour is off the table then?” Sonic asked drily as he dumped his entire bag into the machine.

Shadow grimaced, internally sending a silent apology to whatever clothing Sonic had in that bag before replying, “…I didn’t say that.” He sent the blue hedgehog a wink. “Try to hurry up.”

It took the two barely a minute to start the machines’ programs before turning back towards each other. Shadow leaned back against the washing machine as Sonic tapped his foot on the ground, clearly impatient but not quite sure how to start.

Shadow’s eyes made a quick sweep through the room before addressing the blue hedgehog, “Are there any cameras here?”

Sonic nodded with a grin on his face. “There’s one in the corner.” He pointed his thumb at a small camera, hanging at a strange angle. No light was coming from its lenses. “It’s been broken pretty much since I moved here.”

“Are you sure?” Shadow asked again, giving the camera a suspicious look.

He was not camera-shy and a working camera would definitely not stop him now. But If that camera was indeed working, he would have to give Rouge later a call and ask her to delete some footage.

“Very sure.” Sonic nodded again.

Shadow nodded back before lowering his voice, almost whispering, “So are you going to hold your end of the bargain?”

Sonic’s nervous stature left as soon as the familiar spiel of their game returned. He stepped closer to Shadow, positioning himself directly between the two legs before whispering back, “And how are we doing this?”

He wanted direction, huh? A smirk settled on his face as he took the reigns of the conversation. “Let’s start with continuing where we left off.” He opened his legs, allowing Sonic to press himself even closer to his body. For a moment he enjoyed the almost embrace, feeling the other’s warmth radiate off him.

No wonder Sonic wore almost no clothing when his body was this hot. He cursed his genes for giving him a constantly cold body to work with.

Shadow’s hands settled on the blue shoulders before he leaned forward. Sonic froze, anticipation loudly displaying his eagerness as Shadow’s hot breath grazed the other’s ear. It flickered when hit, once, twice before he muttered a single word.

“Kneel.”

Sonic’s knees hit the ground below him before he could even think about the command, the cold of the floor instantly seeping into his body. He hissed with discomfort.

It took Shadow all but one moment to realize what was happening. He stripped his leather jacket off his shoulders, showing off his strong arms, only slightly covered up by a t-shirt and threw it on the floor in front of Sonic, with it’s interior facing up.

Green eyes stared at the jacket in confusion. He opened his mouth to argue, “But the floor is dir-”

“And it’s laundry day.” The black hedgehog countered back, glaring at Sonic. “Use it.”

As Sonic shuffled forward, he instantly felt gratitude as his knees felt the comfort of leather beneath them. With the body heat still deep inside the leather, it almost felt like the blue hedgehog was directly kneeling on top of a warm body.

He lifted his head, intending to raise his eyes back to Shadow’s face to thank him, only to come to a stop when he came face to face with Shadow’s bulge.

Sonic normally did not think much of pants but seeing them like this? He would have to watch himself before he suddenly started to develop a clothing kink.

His tongue licked over his lips, all on its own volition and Sonic was immediately hit with the smell. A strong musk, somehow combined with lavender and the leather that was now beneath him. His green eyes moved back to Shadow’s eyes, initially waiting for permission but as soon as he saw the other’s hungry look, Sonic did not plan on making them wait any longer.

His hands came up to his face, ripping the gloves off before spitting them behind him. As soon as they found their freedom, his hands reached for Shadow’s pants.

One hand stroked across the bulge, enjoying the hissed breath from above while the other was already pulling down the zipper, removing the barrier between them.

The pants dropped down to black ankles, almost like they were trying to make it easier for both of them. And then Sonic was hit with an unexpected sight:

Shadow was not wearing any underwear.

Shadow’s cock was long. Longer than anything he had taken in a long time, giving him the mental note that he needed to stretch himself very thoroughly later when they continued. And hopefully would they continue because Sonic needed this dick in him yesterday.

A small drop of precome was already sliding down the other’s length, making its way all until the tip where it remained, tempting him.

He leaned forward and caught the single drop with his tongue. As the bitter saltiness filled his mouth, already making him yearn for more, a gloveless hand raked through his head quills. It roamed until it felt a good spot and yanked his head up to meet Shadow’s eyes.

The red, fiery eyes that had been haunting him ever since he noticed them for the first time tonight.

It really had not been a lie earlier when he had told Shadow that he had seen him around. Barely even noticed his existence and definitely never noticed how hot the other hedgehog really was. He internally applauded himself with being lazy because otherwise he never would have been in this situation.

When the hand let go, Sonic remained in the same position, instantly rewarded with small pets by the same hand.

“You’re going to make me feel good, aren’t you?” Shadow asked, his deep voice rumbling through Sonic’s entire body like the vibrating machine behind the black hedgehog.

“Yesss.” He hissed back eagerly, already feeling like he was going insane.

Shadow smiled. “Good.” A thumb stroked over Sonic’s lips, slow enough for the blue hedgehog to enjoy the feeling but not fast enough to catch it with his mouth. The black hands left his body, returning to their place behind Shadow, bracing himself against the machine. “Then get on with it.”

Sonic did not have to be told twice. His hands grabbed the back of Shadow’s legs, holding himself steady while he lined his mouth up with Shadow’s cock. His tip already grazed his teeth, causing him to open his mouth even wider.

He was so going to be sore tomorrow. Oh, well. This was worth it.

With his mouth so wide open, Sonic could feel the saliva dripping down his mouth and down his throat. He distracted himself by fitting even more of the length into his mouth until he got to about one fourth left. His throat constricted, marking the end of the line and Sonic pulled back.

He swallowed the residue in his mouth before diving in again. His own cock throbbed almost painfully in his own pouch before its head slowly peeked outside, completely ignored by the blue hedgehog.

Every swallow and movement was accompanied by a small sound by Shadow, whose moans and groans were barely audible against the loud slurping of the blue hedgehog. When his tongue lapped up the underside of Shadow’s cock, the black hedgehog let out a loud, long drawn moan.

Beautiful, Sonic immediately thought. His personal mission changed to making Shadow moan his name.

He bopped his head up and down, occasionally pulling off the lick along the length and tip before going back to shoving as much of the cock down his throat as he could. Gradually, Shadow became louder. His hand had already moved back to Sonic’s quills, pulling on him like he was trying to send a secret message.

But Sonic did not want to be distracted. His hands clenched, his claws raking down the other’s legs before one hand was pulled to the front, grabbing Shadow’s balls and gently fondling them. He rolled them between his fingers while even more saliva dripped down his cheeks.

Everything felt so wet. And his head felt like it was swimming with all the movement.

“Sonic!” Finally came the wanted shout as Shadow pulled roughly on his head quills, almost pulling him off his cock before Sonic fought against the pull. The black legs were trembling under his hold as he sped up even more, the chanting spurring him on even more. “Sonic, Sonic, Sonic-”

Shadow’s pull on his quills returned, this time strong enough to completely lift him off. Sonic’s eyesight was blurry as he gasped, his rapid breathing making it hard to come down entirely.

“Sonic.” A thumb stroked over Sonic’s chin, wiping away the drool and spit before lifting his head. “You did great. I was about to come.” The black hedgehog praised.

His unfocused green eyes slowly shut and opened again. He choked out, “Why did we stop?”

Shadow paused, hesitating for a moment before admitting, “…I was hoping we could take this further?”

It took Sonic a moment to understand what the other was getting at but once he did, a smile appeared on his face, long and loopy.

“Help me up.” With Sonic’s hands on the other’s arms, their combined strength pulled him up to his shaky feet, trembling like a newly born deer.

He stumbled forward, throwing his arms around Shadow’s neck before pulling the black hedgehog into a kiss. It took Shadow a moment to respond, too surprised to reciprocate before slowly melting into the kiss.

When Sonic pulled back, he still kept his forehead leaning against Shadow’s. They smiled at each other.

“You taste strange.” The black hedgehog whispered against his lips.

Sonic gave a breathy laugh. “That’s all you, Baby.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Rolling his eyes, Sonic stepped away from Shadow, instead approaching the washing machine that was currently still washing his clothes. He braced himself by putting his hands onto the machine, already feeling the rumble of the cycle vibrate through his bones, setting his nerves on fire.

Then he threw a flirty look over his shoulder. “Wanna give me a hand?”

Shadow’s eyes snapped back to Sonic’s, having been caught staring at the other’s ass. Sonic tried his best not to show his smugness at being so obviously checked out.

With burning cheeks Shadow asked, “…With what?”

Sonic wiggled, shaking his behind and instantly drawing the attention of the other back to it. With an almost proud tone, the blue hedgehog clarified, “Well, someone needs to stretch me and I’m not doing all the work here.”

Not to mention that he was slowly becoming impatient and feeling Shadow’s fingers inside him was probably the next best thing, right behind getting the actual thing.

With a kick the red leather jacket was positioned behind Sonic before Shadow was the one to drop to his knees. For a moment he stared at the other, causing Sonic to nervously twitch. Had the other changed his mind?

But then, “We don’t have any lube.”

Sonic froze. He had completely forgotten about that.

“Uh…” He winced, trying to come up with alternatives. There was enough soap around them but he would rather go dry than spent an entire shower with scraping soap from inside him.

A shame no one had left some lotion in the basement. What inconsiderate neighbours he had. Sonic made the mental note to store some bottles down here in the future, in case something like this ever happened again.

“Just be gentle?”

One hand grabbed the side of Sonic’s hip, holding him in place with a strong grip while the other went to Sonic’s tail, lifting it up.

“…I have a better idea.” The blue hedgehog had barely any time to feel exposed because this was the last thing he heard before something wet touched his rim, circling his role and spreading fluid there.

A tongue. Shadow was using his tongue to stretch him. Blue knees buckled as his hands tried to grasp the edges of the machine before him, only for them to slip and slide with the smooth surface and his sweaty palms.

“Shadow!”

The pressure left, immediately leaving him wanting. “Is this okay-?”

“Yes!” Sonic’s arm pressed against the machine, his head hidden in the crook as he mumbled, “Continue, please.”

For a long moment nothing happened. Sonic was almost afraid he had scared the other away with his eagerness but then the tongue returned, this time even more confident than before. It slid over his hole, circling his rim.

Sonic widened his stance, his legs opening to grant Shadow better access which the black hedgehog instantly used as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

During all his hookups, he had never had someone rimming him before. And Sonic had to admit, the feeling might have been a little strange at first but soon became something he craved and wanted to feel more of.

A gasp slipped out as he arched his back. Shadow’s tongue only slipped deeper, exploring his insides like he was trying to map out every nook and cranny. The tongue felt gigantic against his tight, throbbing walls - a perfect tool to stretch him out.

Shadow’s hand left his hip to pull his hole even wider open with two fingers, the stretch burning deliciously and already made his muscles loosen up.

A finger joined the tongue, easily slipping inside with all the moisture gathering. Poking and prodding, the finger slid along his walls, spreading Shadow’s saliva even further than his tongue ever could.

Eventually Shadow’s tongue withdrew so another finger could take its place, scissoring them apart to widen his hole.

The blue hedgehog’s body moved back against his will, pushing back against the thrusting and Sonic moaned, biting his arm to keep his own sounds low.

Shadow kept his fingers inside Sonic as he stood up and pulled back the other’s head, uncovering Sonic’s mouth.

“Don’t hold back.” He hissed a warning.

“Hurry up!” Sonic moaned in response.

The two fingers turned into three, being pumped in and out repeatedly until Sonic’s legs were shaking from the strain of holding himself up. And when his knees buckled, Shadow pulled out, wiping his hand on his own fur before stepping away.

“Turn around.”

Sonic groaned but turned to comply, his legs trembled- but not for long as Shadow simply scooped the blue hedgehog up, startling him because he had not expected this at all before setting him gently down onto the washing machine.

When Sonic’s head finally caught up with what was happening, he snickered, “Seriously?”

He reached for Shadow, feeling instantly very happy when the other hedgehog indeed stepped closer and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.

They met for a brief kiss. “What? Too uncomfortable?” Shadow asked, concern seeping through.

“Nah.” Sonic shook his head, chasing Shadow’s leaving lips to pull him into another kiss. “Just unexpected.” He smiled at the black hedgehog, joking, “Look at you, who’s tasting weird now?”

Shadow rolled his eyes, pushing the other further down onto the smooth surface below. “And what did you say earlier? ‘The taste is all you’?”

Sonic huffed when his back hit the machine below, its vibration rattling his bones. His own cock, now fully emerged from his pouch, slapped against his stomach with a wet smack. He raised his head, watching as Shadow settled between his legs, his hands resting on each of the blue knees.

Red eyes watched in expectation, only waiting for Sonic’s approval.

And after a moment of staring back, Sonic gave his consent. “Well? What are you waiting for?” His body slid closer as his legs wrapped automatically around Shadow’s waist, almost like they knew exactly what to do in this situation.

The black hedgehog waisted no second to line himself up, his wet dick sliding across Sonic’s rim before he tightened his grip. And then when he finally entered, Shadow slid home in just one strong thrust.

Shadow’s cock was large in comparison to his tongue, filling him even wider. Sonic was honestly glad the other had made a good job of stretching him as the pain immediately gave way to pleasure, the burn more like an afterthought than an actual source of discomfort.

And Sonic was enjoying himself. He had completely missed this feeling as it had been entirely too long for him since he had hooked up with anybody. And the blue hedgehog had the feeling that he could get used to this feeling, especially since he liked the hedgehog that was attached to this dick.

Shadow tentatively moved, drawing his entire length out until only the tip remained inside and when he thrusted back inside, Sonic could swear he saw stars.

Red eyes widened in arousal as they watched the blue hedgehog throw his head back, a long-drawn moan slipping outside his lips. So loud that Shadow would have been afraid that something could overhear him If it was not for the time.

And the fact that Shadow did not care anymore. If someone heard came across them right now, he would not be able to stop himself from pistoning his hips.

Small gasps left his own mouth, causing him to move his head into the crook of Sonic’s neck. His tongue slipped out, licking the sensitive skin there before leaving open mouth kisses.

One kiss followed another. Then a small bite, a nibble really before Shadow’s fangs easily broke through the neck skin. The body beneath him hissed, his fangs slightly bopping up and down as Sonic shuddered before Shadow pulled back, soothing the puncture wounds with his tongue.

He had never known before that he liked biting people. Maybe he should be more worried about this revelation but Shadow simply could not care less.

His claws scratched every bit of fur he could reach, living red streams across Sonic’s arms and chest. Only waiting for Sonic to gasp again before he pressed the pliant body below even harder against the rumbling machine.

All the while his hips kept moving, pulling his hips back before pushing in again. Pulling and pushing, in and out.

The rumble of the washing machine was just as routinely. Woosh. Stop. Woosh. Stop. At first they were in sync, moving and stopping at the same time. But when Shadow paused a bit too long, this changed, the movement happening in tandem now.

Every time Shadow pulled out, the machine rumbled. And when Shadow pushed back in, it stopped. Almost like they were working together to create a mess out of Sonic, who could only grunt and moan, take everything Shadow was giving him.

A chant of “Yes!”, “Faster!”, “Harder!” started below him as Sonic cheered about any movement, almost like the slightest twitch set the other’s nerves ablaze.

And spurred on, Shadow gave him all that he could as his hips sped up with every thrust, soon becoming so rough that every push would have slid Sonic farther and farther on the smooth surface If Shadow did not have a tight grip on the other.

One of Sonic’s hands gripped the back of Shadow’s neck, pulling him into another kiss. Their teeth clacked as they met before they opened their mouths and let their tongues speak towards each other, fight their own battle for dominance.

A tongue slid under his fangs and the metallic taste followed after, covering their combined taste of them with blood.

Sonic tightened, his muscles cramping down around Shadow’s cock. The black hedgehog pulled back to gasp, his eyes immediately drawn to the blood on the corner of Sonic’s mouth.

And then Sonic whined. He bit his lip, his own teeth breaking skin and adding to the blood already there.

“Shadow!” The blue hedgehog came, his eyes closing as his head fell back.

Sonic’s cock trapped between them spurted semen, wetting their stomachs as it twitched with the last effort of avoiding any added sensation.

The sudden feeling of tightness surrounding him chased him down, he barely made it a few more thrusts before Shadow came too, his own release spilling into the body below him.

Shadow froze with his dick still inside Sonic. Their rapid breathing was loud, both trying to catch their breath as the machine beneath them continued to rumble. And then, it stopped. A quiet jingle filled the room, causing the two hedgehogs to hold their breaths.

Sonic was the first to break. He began to snicker, his snickers soon turning into a full blown laughter as Shadow joined in, both still missing the very much needed air in their lungs.

When their laughter died down, Shadow finally pulled out. They both grimaced at the white fluid seeping out of Sonic’s hole, Shadow at the sight and Sonic at the feeling.

The black hedgehog took a few steps back, his back almost robotically hitting his own washing machine as he tried to compose himself. His cock was still too hard to slip back into his pouch and the semen that was still dripping from his tip was wiped away on his fur once again.

Ugh. He really needed a shower.

In comparison to himself, Sonic’s already clean clock slipped quietly back into its pouch. A blue hand ruffled through his head quills before he leaned down and opened his washing machine.

Shadow watched in silence as Sonic grabbed his newly washed clothing and shoved it back into his bag, clearly planning on letting his wash dry on his balcony that every tenant here seemed to have as there was no dryer in the basement.

He frowned. A pain inside his chest made itself known as Shadow thought about the other leaving.

They might not be more than strangers to each other, awkward acquaintances now after what they had just done. But Shadow wanted to see the other again. Maybe do this again.

Sonic shouldered his bag before turning to Shadow, smiling. “Thank you again.”

“…You’re welcome.” He answered after a hard gulp, his throat painfully constricting around dry air.

Shadow desperately wanted to ask but his throat burned, so he clamped his mouth shut just returning the other’s look.

Somehow, against all odds, Sonic seemed to sense what the other wanted to say. His smile widened even more before he took a few steps closer. The blue hedgehog pressed a short kiss to Shadow’s corner of his mouth before winking at him.

“Expect a visit from me soon, Stranger.”

And then in a blue blur, Sonic was gone, leaving Shadow here in his own mess. He still had another basket full of clothes to wash.

Shadow sighed, his head dropping back as he let his gaze roam through the otherwise empty room,. The breath he was still trying to catch was only accompanied by the rumble of the other washing machines. That and a quiet buzzing sound.

Red eyes snapped open as they spotted the source of the sound. There in the corner of the room was the small camera from before, the one that Sonic had claimed to be broken and inactive.

And in the lens he saw a tiny, red shining light.

“…Shit.”

Shadow had thrown himself on his bed. His eyes were fixated onto the ceiling as he held up his phone to his ears. It took barely two rings for the other person to pick up.

“Hey, Handsome.” His best friend greeted him, her voice already feeling like comfort to him. “What happened? You never call so late.”

“Rouge. I met someone.”

The black hedgehog could imagine her reaction, even without having to see her. That was just one of the many advantages of knowing each other for so long.

Her face must be going through shock, then confusion and understanding, until it finally settled on bashful curiosity.

“You did?” Her smirk was audible through the phone as she asked, “And where did you meet him?”

Shadow froze, heat climbing back onto his face as he quietly admitted, “…Basement.”

“What? You met someone in the basement?!” Rouge shrieked, her shrill voice already making him regret that he had called her in the first place.

He sighed, pinching his nose. “Rouge. We’ll talk when you come over. I need you to delete some footage.”

There was a brief silence from the other side of the conversation before:

“AND YOU FILMED IT?!”