Work Text:
Silver loved many things about Espio. His pretty eyes, his smile, his thick tail that made the hedgehog feel safe whenever it curled around him. A vine wrapped around his arm, securing him to Espio during the night. His warm and caring personality, his abhorrent pottery he liked to wax…
However, if a gun was forced to his head and he was told he had to pick something, Silver’s favourite part about the chameleon would have to be his tongue.
Silver whined at the loss of Espio’s dick inside of him, a well of tears beginning to fall from his hazy eyes. His mind is an utter mess— scrambled and empty from the dick-down of his life. He pants into the bed sheets as Espio moves around him. His cock moves to retreat back into its pouch, now done with its use.
He settles against the cold, soiled, and damp sheets, pressing his flushed muzzle against it. It takes less than a minute for Espio to come padding back into the room and flip the hedgehog onto his back.
Silver blinks blearily at the purple chameleon mouthing words at him. His brain is a pile of mush, everything is still ringing in the most delightful way.
“Ah… hm?” He slurs, mind trudging through the sludge right now.
“I asked if you’re alright. Here,” the ninja moves the hedgehog up the bed, settling him against the headboard before he’s shoving a glass of water into Silver’s hand. Silver mumbles thanks, eyes drooping with tiredness. The chameleon is there to take the glass back and set it on the nightstand, moving to settle comfortably in between the hedgehog’s legs.
“Espio I—“ Silver begins before he’s cut off with a loud squeak as his muzzle flushes red. A glob of cum drips out from his spent hole onto the soiled bed sheets. He tries to close his legs but to no avail— Espio’s still in between.
Silver’s too embarrassed to look down or at Espio, instead turning to the water on the nightstand. A deep chuckle startled him out of his embarrassment, reluctantly turning back to face the chameleon.
However, said ninja’s focus is downwards. Golden eyes darken with lust as he stared. His fingers run up and down his matted thigh before sweeping lower, circling the tight pucker underneath with his thumb.
Silver pushes at his shoulders, a protest of how oversensitive he is dying on his tongue as Espio pushes in, sealing the slickness back up. The chameleon pulls back, looking at his thumb glistening with cum. His cum. Golden eyes flicker to Silver, before he’s opening his mouth and sucking on his thumb. The corners of his mouth flick up in a cocky smirk, eyes half lidded as he definitely swirls his tongue around the appendage.
His mouth gapes, a trill running up his spine and pooling down below on his pouch on how utterly hot that was. Espio was so intoxicating in all the right ways, Silver just can’t get enough, ever.
The other pulls his thumb out with an obscene squelch, eyes shining with mirth. Silver’s mouth goes dry as the ninja opens his legs wider, body sliding down until he’s eye level with his ass. Or, more accurately— his hole.
Espio meets his eyes with a cocky smirk. “I forgot to finish my meal,” He says matter of factly. Then he clasps his hands like a fool and bows his head dramatically, “Itadakimasu.”
“Wha— ooooohhhh!” Espio plunges his tongue back into that tight heat, licking every droplet of cum back out of his body. He’s vicious, that expert tongue scraping against his sensitive walls so well. It’s so sudden and unexpected that Silver can’t help his body’s reaction.
White thighs clamp around the chameleon's head unexpectedly, causing the other to huff through his nose. Without missing a beat, he nails the other in his prostate and levels his lover’s quivering thighs against the bed in one fell swoop. Silver’s previously dormant pouch swells with the stimulation, tired cock twitching in interest.
“I—It’s too— hic! Much! O—Ohmygawd…” Silver whines, back arching up and off the bed. Hands scramble to find purchase on something, anything, to keep him grounded here on Earth and not float away to a different planet named Mobius. Unfortunately, it seems his item of choice is Espio’s horn, which only serves to press him further against his hole. Fat tears roll down his cheeks from sheer overstimulation— he’s still so sensitive from the pounding he got not even five minutes ago.
He moans as his pouch throbs, and then his dick is popping out less than a minute later. It bobs against his belly, smearing precum all over previously matted fur. Its red, flushed, and in need of attention. But he can’t touch it, not now— not when every nerve in his body feels like it’s keyed up and making him feel like he needs to run.
“E—Espio!” Silver moans loudly. It bounces off the walls in their bedroom, filtering out into the hallway. Silver has half a brain working right now, and it is for sure not focused on anything happening outside their shared bubble.
Stars dance across his vision, black dots lining the edges as Espio nails his prostate. Once, twice, then in a repeated motion with a flick of his long as hell tongue. Silver’s hips and thighs twitch sporadically, aching to close and move away from the heat. His hands pull, using his leverage to grind Espio’s face up against his pucker. The closeness is enough for the base of his horn to graze his dick and balls, making the hedgehog moan, then swear under his breath.
Every flicker of that delightfully skilled tongue, every touch that sends a delightful burst of fire running up his spine, makes the hedgehog whine and choke on his spit. It’s too much, too much in such a little time and—
“S—Shit, I’m— ahh ah, gonna cu—cum!” Silver moans, a high pitched needy little sound. An octave higher than what he’s normally speaking at, sounding so unlike him.
But fuck, he’d moan like a bitch in heat like that over and over again if it meant Espio would keep tongue-fucking him like that. Moving in earnest now that every drop of cum is safely scooped out, drilling into his prostate right on. It makes the hedgehog’s body quiver, unable to keep up with the pleasure coursing throughout his being.
And then, in a cruel twist of fate, that fucker pulls out. Every inch of his spindly tongue follows as the chameleon pries his hands off his horn and moves back.
Espio’s got a shit eating glint in his eye as he moves up to kiss Silver with his spit soaked chin—
But all Silver does is see red somewhere inbetween a flurry of tears. And in a surprising burst of strength, he switches their positions and slamming Espio down onto the dirty and crusted sheets, hiking himself up to sit on his face. Espio’s golden eyes peer curiously up at the hedgehog’s disgruntled look.
“You said you didn’t finish your meal earlier,” Silver shoves his ass back down on his muzzle, breath coming out between heavy pants, “so finish your damn meal,” he all but snarls, though all the effect is lost as every other breath is a needy whine. His thighs clamped around his head, effectively trapping the chameleon into position.
The chameleon's hands settle across his waist, purple hands a stark contrast against his white, “Of course, as you wish…” he mutters, wide eyed at the turn of events. Silver shivers at the cold puff of air against the drying slick-spit pucker.
Espio’s golden eyes never stray from Silvers. A tense moment lingers between them, until Espio all but purrs, “Sir.” Then he’s pulling the hedgehog’s weight down fully, diving back into that wet heat. He's like a starving man left without food for a week, licking and sucking without abandon.
Silver moans loud and without shame, back arching as the other finds his prostate within a few pumps.
“Fuck— yes, y-yes, oh, Espio,” Silver slurs through his tears, hips grinding firmly down. His grip around the hedgehog's waist is tight, not letting him move much around. Forcing Silver to just take and take and take.
Silver's eyes roll upwards, a fresh wave of hot tears rolling down his cheeks in earnest. They fall onto Espio’s cheek, who doesn’t seem to mind all that much. He’s already soaked and dirty, a few tears aren’t that much.
The hedgehog fists at the sheets beside him, moans turning into silent screams as the pleasure turns into vicious. Espio’s tongue turns to petting his prostate and then pressing deeper, if that was even possible.
It’s too much for him to handle. The pot boils over way too quickly—
Silver comes violently with the loudest, most drawn out, porn-star worthy moan. His eyes squeeze shut as ropes of cum shoot out of his dick. Some of it lands on the headboard ahead, but most of it lands somewhere on Espio’s face. He doesn’t even care anymore.
Silver forgets his own sense of self for a good second. Sparks fly behind his eyelids, a loud static noise buzzing in his ears. Every nerve of his body is alight, so sensitive to the touch. His vision is blurred by the time he gets the strength to open his eyes. It takes him a moment to regain his bearings, swiping the tears away with a hand. He’s curled in on himself— or, as best he can be with Espio keeping him upright.
His chest heaves as he looks down at Espio’s face. Shell shocked, with his tongue still buried deep in his ass.
The chameleon moves, slowly dragging his tongue against very sensitive walls. A few tears fall as Silver hiccups from sheer overstimulation. The feeling only lasts for a moment though, as Espio pops off with a wet smack. He smiles sweetly at his lover, before moving Silver to lie back down on the bed. Which is now even more messy and ruined than it was when they first started.
Espio flops next to him, a hand resting on his forehead. He also heaves for breath, although much quieter than the panting hedgehog next to him.
Silver’s still trying to regain his bearings and to not fall asleep when the quiet timber comes from next to him—
“Wanna go for another round?” Silver’s response is a raised hand and a pillow with a cyan glow being smacked into Espio’s stupid laughing face.