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“Hey, I’m looking for Miss Rouge?”

The dark-furred hedgehog behind the desk raised his gaze minusculely to glance over the rim of his thin glasses. Fingers continued clicking at the keyboard, until his attention —seemingly had enough—drifted back to the screen as if Sonic’s voice had been nothing more than background noise.

Sonic hefted the bouquet of carnations onto the desk, the foil crinkling loudly in the pristine office silence. Though, quite honestly, now the flowers looked cheap against what had to be mahogany wood.

The other hedgehog spared them a single glance—one that somehow managed to radiate a sense of inconvenience—before speaking in a tone flat enough to make one question if he even got paid to be here: “Do you have an appointment?”

“Uh, no…?”

Without another gaze, Shadow—whose nameplate had been hidden behind the lavender vase on the counter until Sonic accidentally shook it—said, “The exit is the same way you entered.”

“Hey, no wait! I’m just dropping these off for a friend.”

Shadow sighed and rolled his eyes, such sass for supposed customer service. “I can take a verbal message for Ms. Rouge, but otherwise, gifts are not allowed, given the circumstances outlined here.” 

Sonic was handed a laminated sheet that read:

ALL GIFTS UNDER $50 WILL BE DISCARDED AT A 50-CENT FEE PER POUND

What type of girl is Knuckles messing with now?!? 

He’s a blue-collar man for chaos’ sake. If he had that type of money, then Sonic wouldn’t be stuck rooming with him in their mid-20s.

He scoffed, “C’mon, you can’t be serious. They’re just flowers. Besides, I made it all the way through reception and security, the least you could do is let me drop these off to her.”

Shadow blinked unamused, his lashes sharp, and combined with the red that surrounded them, gave a cat-eye wing look. Didn’t seem like the type to wear makeup, but damn if he didn’t look better than anyone else stuck in this 9-to-5 corporate wasteland.

“Girls love flowers?” Sonic tried.

“I’m sure they do.” Shadow pressed his paws to his desk and stood. He tippy-toed to look Sonic up and down behind the desk and then hummed.

“You are not dressed to see her either way.” He turned to the cabinet behind his desk and bent down, keeping his quills out of his face with one hand. 

And look.

Sonic is by no means a perv.

But!

Well… he has no defense, Shadow had a gray pencil skirt that was surprisingly short for something he would have just passed off as office dress code rather than deliberate choice of style. 

From what Sonic was told, Rouge seems like an absolute freak. He wouldn’t put it past her to bleed some sort of feminization kink into her employees. She was filthy rich, obsessed with jewels… or something Sonic hadn’t cared enough to follow besides the hot as fuck sex Knuckles had mentioned. Which essentially seemed like a one-time hook-up that had Knuckles hooked by a forehead kiss she left him.

Funny enough, that was Sonic’s trick with his hook-ups. 

Game recognizes game. 

And oh, that game is one that Sonic wants to win at right now, with the hedgehog practically presenting in front of him.

Shadow turned back and handed Sonic another laminated sheet, one which Sonic absentmindedly grabbed as his eyes traced the tight fit of that black dress shirt tucked against an unfairly tiny waist.

Sonic cleared his throat, feeling a very unwelcome friend stir in his pants. He looked down at the laminated sheet. Ironically, it discredited every aspect of his attire. From his ruffled quills to his grey sweatpants. Whether Shadow agreed with it or not was unknown as he sat and back to typing.

“Okay. Harsh, first of all.” Sonic muttered. He opened his mouth like he had a second comment, but when the crimson-eyed secretary didn’t so much as flinch, Sonic let out a long sigh through his nose but stayed put.

Type type type.

Sonic drummed his fingers on the counter and leaned forward slightly, trying to catch Shadow’s eye again, but the secretary’s focus was fixed on the screen, jaw set tight as though ignoring Sonic was a matter of professional pride. 

The only break in his composure was the subtle twitch of his ear every time Sonic shifted, the sound impossible to filter out. Sonic’s grin returned. He liked knowing he was a distraction.

“Man…I really don’t want these flowers to go to waste though.” Sonic sighed in mockery, “Got anyone who likes flowers?” He tried to hide his smirk as he twirled one of the lavender stems of the vase on Shadow’s desk. Trying not to bump into his nameplate or green apple decoration.

“Like you said, I’m sure anyone would.”

“Anyone?”

Shadow finally gave him his full attention, turning to face him. “Yes.”

“Even…” Sonic extended them toward him, “…you?”

Shadow’s eyes widened, a faint blush creeping up to top his surprise, matching the red that adorned him.

Just when he couldn’t get more enticing.

Sonic cocked his head, smile crooked. “Truly.” He pushed the flowers closer.

Standing with a shaky hand and a swallow that even Sonic heard…and made him wonder what else this secretary could swallow… Shadow took the flowers and carefully grabbed the vase holding some sad lavender flowers, brushing a quill out of his view and avoiding Sonic’s gaze.

Sonic leaned against the counter, elbows sprawled, chin propped on his palm as he watched Shadow fuss with the placement of the vase a little too long. For someone who had dismissed him so coldly minutes ago, he sure seemed intent on hiding that faint color dusting his cheeks. Sonic’s grin widened. He’d gotten under his skin.

“Cute,” Sonic muttered under his breath, though loud enough to earn him a sharp flicker of red eyes from behind those glasses. Quick. Defensive. But Shadow said nothing, instead adjusting his skirt when he sat back down, pretending the keyboard was suddenly the most important thing in the world.

“Oh by the way, where did you say the exit was? I just can’t seem to remember anymore.”

Shadow opened his mouth, shut it again, seemingly lost for words.

“Ah, it’s okay. Maybe you could just… show me out, then.”

Shadow glanced at his screen with hesitance, clearly reluctant to step away from his work that oh so clearly seemed like a coping mechanism for whatever was pent up behind his stoic and now painfully obvious shy demeanor. 

To the surprise of Sonic, he nodded and stood again. This time, he tugged down the edges of his skirt as he walked in front of Sonic.

Oh, c’mon, it's not like he’s a pervert! 

Yeah… he looked the first time, but he wasn’t gonna do it again. 

Probably.

The pair walked away from the main office and into a hallway that Sonic vaguely remembered led to an elevator. It was empty right now. There were a few doors, including one that seemed dim and barely cracked open. Acting purely on impulse–

“Hey, I remember there being a shortcut here!” Sonic grabbed Shadow’s wrist and pulled him into the electrician's room.

He shut the door behind Shadow. Shadow watched him lock the knob and, with a tight hesitance, said, “What are you–” 

Sonic leaned close, “Do you like flowers, Shadow?”

Shadow pressed himself against the wall with no answer.

“Does someone in your life give you flowers?”

Shadow shook his head slowly, reluctant.

“Do you wish they did?” Sonic said, arm bracing the wall next to his head. 

“I– I don’t know why you’re asking me this.”

Sonic chuckled, warm breath brushing Shadow’s mouth. “I just want to get to know you.”

He felt the other’s demeanor seconds away from crumbling… surely with a few more phrases he could turn him to puddy–

A hand grabbed his crotch. “Jeez!” Sonic exclaimed, jolting back.

Shadow’s face was set ablaze, and he shook his head ferociously. “I—I’m sorry, I don’t know why I—” He fumbled for the doorknob, shame painted across him.

Sonic rushed back to his side, holding his hand, stopping him from unlocking the knob and snaking another arm around that ridiculously tiny waist. “Shh, it’s okay.” he chuckled low, “Just didn’t think you were that type.”

That caught Shadow’s attention more than he anticipated. The darker hedgehog turned to face him once again, eyes glinting behind his glasses as a slow smirk crept up. He slipped out of Sonic’s grasp…downwards.

Sinking to his knees, he looked up at Sonic. Glasses low, skirt tight, and in a sultry voice much smoother than the rasp he had heard so far, he threw Sonic’s words back at him: “Truly?”

This time, it was Sonic who turned nervous. A blush was completely undeniable, but had nothing on the throb between his legs, blood flooding south until his cock strained painfully against the loose fabric of his grey sweatpants.

Shadow pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, calm, collected. Then slid his hands into Sonic’s waistband. One unnecessarily harsh tug, and pants and boxers came down together with ease.

Sonic’s cock sprang out, flushed and hard, the sudden exposure making it twitch. Shadow’s eyes locked onto it. Hunger plain and sharp.

“Chaos,” Sonic whispered, dizzy under that look.

Soon enough, a hand closed around his cock. Stroking once to test its weight as if it were another mundane office task. Then his tongue slid out. Wet, teasing, and touched the very tip. 

Barely there but just enough to send a bolt of fire down Sonic’s spine. He held Sonic’s eyes, mouth parted, as if daring him.

Sonic sucked in a breath, a low sound escaping his throat before he could stop it. The tongue pulled back, only to return, lapping tiny, precise strokes at the sensitive head. His chest rose and fell unevenly, sighs breaking into small gasps as Shadow worked. 

Dragging the tip of his tongue around the head until Sonic shuddered. Forcing his hands to slide where he barely braced against the wall.

Shadow’s grip shifted, sliding down until his fist closed firmly at the base. He pressed the shaft flat against his tongue, slapping it down with a wet sound, so hard that even he closed his eyes at the contact. The sound echoed in the cramped space, filthy, making Sonic groan low in his throat.

Before he could recover, Shadow’s lips wrapped tight around the tip and sucked hard. The sensation ripped through Sonic’s body, his knees nearly buckling.

The other steadied him with both hands gripping his hips, thumbs digging into bone, then pushed forward, taking more of him into the wet heat of his mouth.

“Wow—” Sonic sighed out, his head knocking back against nothing. Shadow’s mouth was hot and slick. His tongue curled beneath the shaft as he bobbed forward. Each inch sank deeper, that sultry throat flexing, swallowing around him.

Saliva pooled, dribbling from the corners of Shadow’s mouth, dripping down Sonic’s cock as he worked him deeper. The messy wet sounds filled the room. Sucks, slurps, the gagged hitch of Shadow’s throat adjusting.

Occasionally, Sonic’s hips jerked helplessly, his breath coming in ragged bursts. But generally, he tried to avoid it. Didn’t really know what Shadow’s preferences were. Or anything about him, actually. 

Distracting him from his internal slut shaming, Shadow pulled back only to slam down again. His eyes watered from the force, but the smirk he started with was still there, faint and feral, even with his lips stretched wide around Sonic’s cock.

“So good…” Sonic whispered, words kept quiet as Shadow swallowed halfway down his length. He hollowed his cheeks, suction strong enough to drag another groan out of him, then pushed further, forcing his throat open.

Sonic looked down just in time to see his cock sliding between Shadow’s lips, vanishing inch by inch into the tight clutch of his throat until his body pressed against his nose. 

He gagged once, the vibration buzzing through the length, but didn’t stop. Stayed. Swallowing around him, forcing his throat to adjust.

Saliva spilled freely now, sliding off Shadow's muzzle. Splattering wetly against the floor. When he finally pulled back, gasping for air, a long strand of spit still connected his lips to Sonic’s cock.

Then, with an inappropriately casual hum, dove back down.

Shadow tugged harder onto his hips, dragging him forward. Using the newfound leverage to take him deeper until Sonic had nowhere left to retreat. 

Which by the way, Sonic was lost in it all—overwhelmed, dizzy, barely holding himself up—while Shadow devoured him like he’d been starved for decades.

Each pull of Shadow’s throat made his stomach seize, pressure coiling tighter and tighter. The slick heat was relentless, bobbing faster now. His lips glided over every ridge and vein like he was memorizing him with his mouth. 

The mess only grew. A mix of pre-cum and spit streaming down Sonic’s cock, dripping onto the other’s paws as he stroked the base in time with every suck. 

“Wow—” Sonic’s voice cracked. His hands, which had been braced against the wall, finally sank into Shadow’s quills, gripping tight as though he’d be swept away otherwise. 

Shadow groaned at the tug, vibration shuddering down Sonic’s cock, forcing a sharp moan out of him. Whole body alight with the desperate need clawing higher with every second.

The other pulled back just long enough to catch his breath, spit-slick lips shining as he smeared drool across the shaft with his fist. Then dove in again. Burying himself down until Sonic could feel the tight clutch of his throat squeezing him from every angle. 

The room spun with stars. He was right there, right on the edge—

But wait no! 

As much as he wanted his sweet-sweet release, that would be awfully inconsiderate. 

Mean, this hedgehog was dressed head-to-toe in what looked like money, in a place that screamed money, wrapped around his cock like it was worth nothing.

Sonic tugged weakly at Shadow’s quills. “Wait—wait, I don’t wanna—don’t wanna get it on your clothes, stop.” His words came ragged, half-whimper, half-concern.

Shadow slipped off him with a wet pop, spit trailing down his chin. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand before gripping Sonic’s cock again, stroking slowly. “Then what do you suppose?”

“Mmmm…” Sonic hummed, finally gathering enough of himself to move. His hand slid from Shadow’s quills to the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him up off his knees in one rough tug. 

Their bodies collided despite his near-orgasmic daze. Sonic pushed Shadow hard against the wall. His cock still throbbed, exposed and slick between them, but he angled his hips back just enough to keep from smearing precum over the dark fabric of the uniform.

Instead, he crashed his mouth against Shadow’s, kissing him with a ferocity that surprised even himself. Especially considering he just met this guy…yikes. 

Despite that, when their lips mashed together his tongue slid past with none of the hesitation his consciousness carried. 

Though a particular taste hit him immediately. Salty, bitter, the unmistakable aftertaste of his own cock lingering on the other’s tongue.

Yet, the realization made Sonic groan deeper, a shiver running through him as he kissed harder, teeth clashing into Shadow’s fangs before he gave in and opened up completely. 

Shadow’s mouth was hot*, pliant, and Sonic devoured it. Tangling their tongues, chasing the mess he left behind. Every swirl, press, and suck was drenched with the faint taste of himself and it only made the affair feel even more vulgar.

The other must have thought the same as his hands gripped at Sonic’s shoulders, arching forward, pressing close. Desperate for more. 

Sonic could feel the twitch of his own cock between them, dragging against the fabric of Shadow’s skirt, smearing a faint trace of precum despite his best efforts to hold back. The knowledge made his head spin, made him kiss harder, hungrier.

He broke for air only to bite at Shadow’s lip, sucking it into his mouth before diving back in. Shadow’s glasses sat crooked on his face, fogged from their breaths, and Sonic thought it was the filthiest yet hottest thing he’d ever seen.

His hands slid down Shadow’s sides, gripping his waist before hooking under the hem of the pencil skirt. With one hard (vengeful) tug, he yanked it down.

Shadow gasped as the fabric fell, and Sonic’s eyes widened, a hot flush spreading through him at the sight: the sluttiest pair of red lace panties he’d ever seen. Clinging tight against Shadow’s hips, sheer enough to tease everything beneath, little bows decorating the trim like some decadent gift waiting to be unwrapped.

Likely feeling exposed, Shadow huffed and yanked the panties down himself, tearing them off along with the opaque thigh-highs that practically choked his legs. 

Funny considering if it were up to Sonic, he’d have Shadow keep them on and choke him between them while he jerked off.

A guy can only dream. 

For now, he went back to the very pleasant reality playing out before his eyes. Shadow’s hand slipped south, impulsive but fast. His fingers circled his own sex in frantic strokes, needy noises spilling into the other’s mouth as he squirmed.

The sight was mesmerizing. He wanted to memorize it. Commit it to memory so even if he never saw this hedgehog again, he could remember it.

He gripped his own cock and began stroking himself in time with Shadow’s frantic pace. Pre-cum slicked down his hand immediately, dripping down over his fist as he pumped. The heat in his gut climbed fast, dangerously close for the second time.

Their mouths broke apart just enough for ragged breaths to fill the space between them, both of them panting through parted lips. Sonic looked down, eyes catching the blur of Shadow's hand as he fingered himself—sliding faster, deeper, thighs quivering with the strain of keeping upright.

“Fuck…” Sonic rasped, his strokes growing rougher as his eyes dragged back up.

Shadow looked up at him then, half-lidded and incoherent. Moans spilling out but muffled, broken things that got lost in the shallow gasps of his breath. 

The shy stoic secretary mask was gone, replaced by a shameless vixen. Legs spread wide, knees bending as his back slid lower against the wall, hips rocking to chase his own fingers.

Sonic’s strokes began to falter. His hand continuously slipping away from his cock as the pressure in his stomach tightened to a breaking point. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—let it end it like this, not with Shadow trembling open in front of him.

“Wait,” Sonic called out, voice rough, catching Shadow’s wrist. 

With his fingers buried in his pussy but movement stopped, Shadow’s eyes dilated. Pleading. Cheeks stained with a beautiful crimson that mirrored his irises.

Taking advantage, Sonic helped Shadow slide out of himself and slotted closer. Sonic grabbed his own length to slide against Shadow’s wet folds, heat spreading instantly over his length. Shadow mewled, and Sonic lined himself against him. 

Not quite thrusting in, only pressing the thick head of his cock flush to his clit.

Both of them moaned, voices tangling in the semi-cramped space. Shadow’s legs trembled violently as the sensitive bundle of nerves ground against Sonic’s swollen tip, sparking lightning through him in turn.

With a hiss, his hips rolling shallowly, bumping the head of his cock against Shadow’s clit again and again. The friction was unbearable, dragging them both raw across their most sensitive spots.

Shadow’s mouth fell to a silent cry, lips trembling as his legs parted wider. Begging for more. He clawed at shoulders, digging in as he rocked helplessly into the contact. 

Each grind sent a jolt to his cock as precum smeared over Shadow’s swollen clit. The double sensitivity was maddening—every moan the other made fed straight into his nerves, every shuddering rub wound them both tighter.

“I can’t hold on– any longer–” Sonic said, forehead pressed to Shadows. His hips moved in ragged circles, tip catching perfectly against the swollen nub.

“But– I– I need it in.” Shadow muttered.

Sonic nodded despite being so close. He hoisted Shadow up. Pressing Shadow’s back harder against the wall. Shadow’s knees bent instinctively until they hooked over his arms. 

The movement forced his body into a sharp M-shape, thighs spread wide, skirt and lace bunched obscenely at one ankle. Sonic pinned him there, chest-to-chest, their breaths ragged.

Soon enough though, Sonic pulled his hips back just a tad, still holding Shadow up with one hand and his chest as he used his other hand to grasp his cock. He guided himself to the other’s entrance quickly, trying not to strain himself. Open and stretched out enthusiastically. 

The head of his cock slid past the slick heat with almost no resistance, stretching Shadow open in one thick, aching glide.

His hips stuttered as he reached as much as he could with the first wet slide, and he went back to using both hands to keep Shadow up. He pulled back momentarily only to push his whole cock right in.

Shadow cried out, his head hitting the wall as Sonic buried himself to the hilt. His eyes rolled back, lips parted in a shivering moan as his hands slid helplessly down Sonic’s back, clutching at him like a sinking anchor.

“Don’t—” Shadow’s voice cracked, muffled against Sonic’s shoulder as he clung tighter. “Don’t stop—”

Sonic bared his teeth, thrusting harder, messier, each snap of his hips. His own climax threatened to tear through him once again, but he held on just long enough to feel Shadow breaking beneath him.

“So– tight…” Sonic’s words broke against the wet slap of their bodies. He pulled back almost completely before snapping his hips forward again. “Shit—there,” Sonic panted, rutting up into him harder, watching every twitch the other made. “Right fucking there.”

Shadow could only whimper, legs trembling over Sonic’s arms. The prim composure he’d worn behind the desk earlier shattered completely.

“Please,” Shadow gasped, words tumbling free now. His legs quivered over the other’s arms, hips rocking helplessly into every tiny thrust. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop—need it—need you—” 

“You’re begging me already?” He rasped, almost cruel. He tightened his grip on Shadow’s thighs, cock grinding just enough against that learnt sweet spot to make his whole body twitch. 

“Chaos—you don’t even know me.” His grin tilted sharply. “What kind of slut begs a stranger to fuck them like this?”

Shadow whined, too far gone to form an answer beyond a broken, “I—don’t care—please—just don’t stop—” His clawed more at Sonic’s shoulders, his body shaking with every shallow grind.

Sonic chuckled then, the cruel edge breaking. “Heh—just kidding.” He winked and snapped his hips forward with a brutal thrust.

The sound that ripped from Shadow’s throat was guttural as Sonic pounded into him again, merciless, burying himself over and over until Shadow’s pleas dissolved into incoherent moans.

Sonic’s comment still lingered hot in the space between them as he pulled back and slammed forward again, harder than before. Shadow’s head bobbed uselessly against the wall under the rough treatment, glasses sliding completely off and clattering to the floor. Sahdow had no words left—just sounds, helpless and needy, each one fueling Sonic to go faster. His whole body jolted with every thrust, but the look in his eyes said it all: he loved every second of it.

“Mm…” Sonic groaned, hips snapping in a frenzy. The coil in his gut burned hot, white, ready to break. Shadow’s whole body seized, a high, broken cry tearing from his throat as he came hard, legs trembling, cunt clenching wildly around Sonic’s cock. The spasms dragged Sonic over the edge instantly.

“Fuck—” Sonic moaned, thrusting deep one last time before spilling into him, hot and hard, his hips jerking helplessly through the release. The force rocked them both, but man if reaching his climax wasn’t a workout. 

Knuckles would be proud.

Probably.

Wait, what were those flowers for again?

Oh wait–

Slowly, Sonic eased his grip from the back of Shadow’s legs, letting him sink down the wall. Shadow’s skirt and panties still tangled around one ankle as his ass slid to the floor, knees bent, head tipping forward. Dazed. Breathless.

Sonic caught him carefully on the way down, steadying him before stepping back and tucking himself in, his cock softening but still messy with their release. He smoothed his shirt down, chest heaving, then looked at Shadow slumped on the floor and reached down to ruffle the fur on the top of his head.

“By the way,” Sonic said, voice still hoarse but teasing, “you never asked my name.”

Shadow squinted up at him, red cheeks and fogged expression, lips parting as though he wanted to answer—but nothing came out.

Sonic chuckled and grabbed a random cloth from the corner of the room, pressing it into Shadow’s hand. “It’s Sonic.” He winked. “I guess you could say.. I’m just a guy who loves adventure.”