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Not even the alcohol running through his system could convince Shadow that he liked this type of scene.

They’d only just stepped in and already did Shadow feel violently overstimulated. The houselights were dimmed, replaced with obnoxious, colorful strobes that liked to shine directly into his eyes. The music was borderline deafening, constantly rivaling the singing and screams of drunk patrons. Strippers danced on the stage for those looking to waste their cash rather than joining the grinding bodies that made up the dance floor. The scent of sweat and booze hung heavy in the air, the only escape being through the shady doors in the back. Shadow tried to move that direction, desperate to get out of the stuffy bar, but the hand on the small of his back directed him elsewhere.

“Just relax!” Rouge laughed, the alcohol in her own system doing its job by making her spirits higher and laughter louder. “I know you hate it here, but we just need another drink.”

They most certainly did not need another drink. The world was already spinning enough for Shadow’s taste, and anymore booze for Rouge meant that she’d be impossible to find in twenty minutes. The bat had a habit of running off at the sight of anything shiny and the entire bar seemed to be sparkling. But his protests were ignored and before he knew it, he was seated on a hard stool at the bar.

When the barkeep asked for his order, he asked for water. Instead, a shot was placed in front of him. He couldn’t remember drinking it, but soon the glass was empty, and his throat burned with the heat of the liquor. Rouge cackled beside him, her shirt pulled down much too low, and then another shot was sat down. He didn’t want it. Rouge took the shot instead, leaning close and whispering in his ear, “Just relax.” She cooed, as if repeating the mantra would help. She drunkenly pointed towards the stage, directing Shadow’s attention to what he’d be actively avoiding. Something was slipped into his hand, his fingers instinctually curling around it. “Enjoy!” She giggled, giving Shadow a quick kiss on the cheek before sauntering off into the suffocating dance floor. He lost sight of her immediately.

Now that he was facing the stage it was a lot harder to ignore. The stage lights flittered rays of different colors across the floor, silver poles stood tall with several mobians addressing them as one would a lover. Underwear too thin to be practical, tops that left nothing to the imagination – while Shadow would usually look away to spare the strangers a shred of decency, there was one male that caught his eye. Not that it was hard, he was breathtaking.

A brilliant blue hedgehog took corner stage, his demeaner cocky and bright. He kept firm eye contact with the crowd in front of him, every move carefully placed to get the loudest reaction. Brushing up his thin top, grinding against the pole, sticking his ass out towards the crowd and wiggling his tail. It was an impressive act by the sounds the crowd was making. He clearly had fans.

It didn’t take long for Shadow to leave the comfort of the bar, his feet carrying him closer to the stage before he could second guess himself. He found a spot standing behind a couch where a group of avians were seated. The green hawk directly in front of him was yelling loudly and throwing bills at the stage. Shadow frowned at the inappropriate behavior, but it seemed the performer was used to it. Every jeer was met with those bright eyes and a playful smile forming on his face.

Gods, this hedgehog was mesmerizing.

Shadow found himself getting lost in the performance, naturally leaning over the back of the couch to get a closer look. The hawk jumped lightly at his appearance but didn’t seem to be bothered, only nodding towards him in acknowledgement. “What’s his name?” Shadow asked, curiosity getting the better of him as his eyes followed the dancer across the stage.

“You new here? How do you not know The Blue Blur?” The bird squawked, giving Shadow a truly judgmental look before turning his own attention back to the blue hedgehog. He threw another handful of bills at the stage, hollering when the hedgehog turned around and sank himself low to the ground, his shorts riding up and teasing the bottom of his ass.

“That’s a very interesting name.” Shadow replied, feeling the heat rise in his body as he watched the dancer shake his ass.

The hawk laughed at him with a smirk. “Most of us call him Blue. I’m lucky enough to have a personal connection with him, which means I’ll know more than you’ll ever know.” It was a purposeful jab, one that Shadow was too distracted to take to heart. Instead, his drunk brain decided to move his mouth instead.

“He is beautiful. You’re lucky.” He mumbled.

“Hell yeah I am.” The hawk cackled. “His ass might be small, but he knows how to move those hips if you know what I mean. Good with his mouth too. Although, I almost prefer him on stage. I swear he never shuts up unless he’s preforming or got a dick in his mouth.” The sigh he gave was much too affectionate for saying something so dirty, but Shadow’s mind unhelpfully took those words and ran with them.

Blurry images of the blue dancer on his knees, cum staining his face as bright eyes looked up longingly. Pink tongue extended, hoping to catch something, anything. Shadow felt the heat travel through his stomach and settle at his crotch, thankful for the couch to protect some of his decency. Not that it mattered much, the hawk’s own feathers were ruffled enough to show that Shadow wasn’t the only one effected. This dancer was like a drug, invading everyone’s minds and staking his claim.

“You seem pretty interested yourself.” The hawk continued.

Shadow nodded. “How could I not be.” He mumbled, almost bitterly. It wasn’t often that someone at these types of clubs grabbed his attention. That squawking laugh returned and suddenly a beak was near his ear.

“I usually book privates with him around this time of night. I’m sure Blue would let ya watch for a price. If you’re lucky I might even give you sloppy seconds.”

A shiver ran down his spine, his cock giving a desperate throb from inside it’s pouch. Could he? Would he? Was that even appropriate? Shadow had never imagined invading a private affair like that, let alone being invited to. “You do have money, right?” The hawk asked. Shadow looked down at his hand that was clenched around whatever Rouge had given him. It was a crumbled hundred-dollar bill. He showed the sweat damp bill to the hawk and was laughed at again. “Yeah, that’ll work.”

The two sat in silence for the next song, Shadow’s eyes never leaving Blue as he worked the stage. At one point his shirt went missing, showing off his peach chest, fur ruffled and damp from sweat. No doubt the lights were hot up there – Shadow had the sick desire to lick him clean. He was learning a lot about himself tonight. Eventually, Blue took a cheesy bow and threw his shirt back on, hopping down from the stage and making his way through the crowd. The hawk sat back now, forcing a relaxed stance that Shadow couldn’t even dream of replicating. He felt like a live wire, one wrong move and he’d unsheathe and make a fool of himself. The hawk didn’t seem to care much about dignity though, his arousal clear and nearly on display. If he opened his legs any wider, then the whole club would know of his poorly concealed interest.

“He’s coming.” Jet hissed, tracking the hedgehog as he flirted with the customers. Shadow watched quietly as he took bills and tucked them into his waistband, throwing winks and bright smiles towards anyone who was looking. He was fully unbothered by the wandering hands brushing his tail, caressing his shoulders, and reaching for his ass. He treated every touch with minuet indifference, brushing hands off him like dust. But the hawk was right, the dancer made a slow beeline towards their couch, waving hello to the other avians there before hopping up on the couch and immediately straddling the hawk’s lap.

He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said they had a more intimate relationship. The hedgehog fell into the hawks lap with a well-practiced maneuver, complete with a bright smile and a gentle roll of hips that the hawk groaned at. He gripped Blue’s hips possessively, grinding them together. Shadow watched both horrified and fascinated as Blue’s eyes fluttered, a small, almost inaudible whine coming from the dancer’s throat.

“You were fantastic up there.” The hawk purred, nuzzling his beak under Sonic’s chin to nip at his neck. “You’ve got all these idiots thinking you’re their whore.”

Blue chuckled, reaching up to lazily ruffle the hawk’s feathers. “Yeah, yeah, you say the same shit every night, Jet. One of these days you won’t be able to afford me.” He joked, reaching into the green plume to pull out a twenty-dollar bill. “See? Already trying to get a discount.” The smile on his face was infectious and teasing as he held the bill out of Jet’s reach and laughed at his disgruntled squawks.

“You’re lucky I even pay you at all!” Jet groaned, watching Blue tuck the money into his quills and stick his tongue out childishly. In retaliation, Jet grabbed the hedgehog’s shirt and pulled him into a kiss.

Shadow half expected security to come in and escort the hawk out, but nobody but him seemed phased by this new display. In fact, nobody was really paying attention to the show other than Shadow. Blue leaned into it, laughing in short bursts before fully falling into the kiss. Shadow had never seen an avian species kiss a mammal before, having banished the thought into the ‘things I don’t care to understand’ category. But now that it was right in front of him, he could hardly tear his eyes away. It was mostly tongue, as to be expected by the lack of lips on Jet’s part. They tangled together and fought, Blue pulling back to pepper proper, affectionate kisses along Jet’s beak before the hawk squawked at him and their crude kissing resumed. Shadow didn’t miss how the dancer grinded down, rocking their hips together and groaning.

Jet pecked at Blue’s bottom lip, drawing the flesh out with his beak and playing with it. When he let go, the tan skin was marred red, a bruise waiting to bloom. “Such a needy whore.” Jet swore, trailing his beak down to preen at Blue’s neck, nuzzling under soft fur to leave small bites wherever he could.

Another dancer had already taken Blue’s place on stage, the crowd having directed their attention to the new meat rather than focusing on the public grind session going on. Shadow, unfortunately, kept his eyes on the pair, unable to tear them away for more than a second. That also meant that when Blue’s chin tilted up, they made direct eye contact.

His eyes were green.

Brilliant green. The type that rivaled the green of grass and the stunning aura of emeralds. Their eyes locked on and Blue simply just stared. Shadow didn’t dare speak, but Blue did. He leaned away from Jet, no longer flush with the hawk in order to look Shadow up and down. “Who’s this?”

Jet grumbled, moving to nibble at Blue’s chest. “Dunno. He likes you though.”

“Duh.” Sonic laughed, smiling brightly and giving Shadow a wink.

“He’s got money. ‘Said he could watch us if he wanted, fucker doesn’t talk much.” Jet continued, nipping at one of Blue’s nipples and causing the hedgehog to yelp and squirm.

“How much?” Blue asked, fully directing the question at Shadow. He fumbled with the bill before handing it over, now fully aware of his degree of inebriation and fearing his ability to speak. Blue eyed the bill and laughed again, a sound that Shadow was slowly becoming obsessed with.

“Yeah, that’ll get you more than a show if Jet likes ya enough.” Bue smiled, brushing through Jet’s feathers again. “What do you think? He’s probably got a big dick.” He purred, proposing it as an offer that Jet only shrugged at.

“Don’t care. He might cream himself before he gets a chance.”

Shadow refrained from growling, already not impressed with the hawk’s attitude.

Blue frowned, leaning back and plucking the bill from Shadow’s hand. “You’re hired.” He winked, replacing the money with his own hand in a friendly handshake. “I’m known around here as Blue, but since you’ll be around Jet, you can just call me Sonic if ya want.” Jet squawked at that, seeming offended that Sonic had given up his name so fast.

“Sonic…” Shadow rolled the name around in his mouth. He swore he saw Sonic shiver when he repeated it back, but he chalked that up to his own imagination. “I’m Shadow.” He returned the handshake, trying to appear a little more composed than he currently was.

“Huh, Shadow is a nice name. Suits you. Now let’s go before Jet tries to fuck me on this couch – again.”

“It was one time!”

Sonic offered Shadow another smile, this time a lot softer. Not one of the smiles he gave to the rest of the customers, and not even the cocky challenging smile he gave Jet- this one was different. He got off Jet’s lap and extended his hand back out again, taking Shadow’s. “C’mon. I’ll make it fun, I promise.” Shadow had no choice but to follow the pair, relishing the warmth of another hand in his own. Rouge would most certainly be laughing at him right now if she knew what he’d gotten himself into.

He was led to the back through a PAYING CUSTOMERS ONLY door with a bouncer seated outside it. The bouncer was a disgruntled large red echidna who seemed to be looking worse for wear. Sonic stopped upon seeing him and whistled, the bouncer giving him a very tired and irritated look. “What.” He growled.

Sonic let go of Shadow’s hand and sidled up to the Echidna, making a show about looking him over and pointing out the various bruises and bite marks blooming under his fur. “Looks like you got busy tonight, dude! What happened to that oath you took? Ya know, about not fucking on the clock?” Sonic teased. The echidna looked away, his head held high but the flush on his cheeks evident.

“None of your business, hedgehog.”

“Mhm, sure yeah, whatever you say.” Sonic smirked before getting closer. “C’mon… I know you want to tell me~” He sang. Shadow was realizing that Sonic had a way of getting what he wanted, whether through sheer spirit or obnoxiousness – either way, the echidna cracked immediately, pushing Sonic to a more friendly distance and groaning.

“It was that bat again.” He hissed. “She always comes here and always shoves herself in my face and-“

“- And you keep falling for it?” Sonic finished, raising his brow. All the other did was groan again.

Shadow, ever the intelligent right now, spoke before he could stop himself. “Rouge?”

The echidna looked at him with shock, his mouth opening and sputtering as he looked between the three of them and back at Shadow. “H-how do you know that? Do you know her?”

Shadow nodded, frowning and sizing the echidna up. “Ah, so you must be the ‘Knuckles’ she never shuts up about.” He mumbled, speaking out loud without noticing it only for Sonic to snicker under his breath in response.

Knuckles took a step forward, a growl on his lips. “Who are you.” Shadow was beginning to understand why Rouge liked this guy so much.

“I’m her roommate.” He replied, keeping his voice painfully calm. Anyone else would have been terrified at such a burly dude coming at them, but Shadow knew from countless stories that Knuckles was really a softy. Additionally, he knew too much about their sex life to take him seriously. Rouge really liked subjecting him to as many details as possible and only now was it paying off. In its own, weird, convoluted way.

“Oh.” Knuckles immediately stepped back down. “You’re Shadow?”

He nodded. Knuckles stared at him for a moment and then shrugged. “You’re not what I was expecting.”

Luckily, Shadow didn’t have to answer that since their awkward introduction was interrupted by an impatient huff. “As touching as this is, can we get though? Some of us have stuff to do.” Jet groaned, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m stuff.” Sonic joked.

“Shut up.”

Knuckles shook his head and took his position back near the door, opening it up. “I apologize.” He looked directly at Shadow when he said it before glaring at the others with known anger. “Keep it down this time. If I get another noise complaint about you two than I will go in there personally and kill you both.”

Jet let himself in first, followed by Sonic who gave Knuckles a playful salute before dragging Shadow through behind them. The door led into a hallway that gave way to a series of rooms. Thick curtains hung in leu of doors and already could Shadow hear the soft moans of pleasure coming from behind them. It was becoming more and more obvious what he’d gotten himself into now that he was here. The sheer newness of the situation sobering him up more than he wanted. He normally wasn’t one to get so nervous, but despite his usual outward confidence, he wasn’t a big fan of hookups. And that’s essentially what this was, a convoluted type of hook up. If it weren’t for Sonic’s warm hand in his own, he probably would have bolted by now.

Jet led the way towards the back where curtains were open, signaling open rooms. Sonic squeezed his hand and leaned in, his breath tickling Shadow’s ear. “Getting cold feet?”

Shadow frowned. “I don’t usually partake in these types of activities.” He admitted, figuring it was better to be truthful than make a fool of himself right at the beginning.

“That’s okay.” Sonic purred, not a hint of judgment in his voice. “Jet’s greedy so he and I will fuck around mostly. There are couches in there that you can settle on if you want to just relax and get into it. Ya know, enjoy the show a little.” The small teasing tone of his voice dropped as he continued. “You also don’t have to stay. If you’re not feeling it then the door is open, I’m not going to force you to be part of something you don’t want to be. Here…” Sonic’s hand slipped from his own and instead he rummaged through his quills, pulling the bill Shadow gave him out and slipping it back into Shadow’s hand. “No strings.”

“That feels highly unfair.” Shadow muttered, rubbing the cash between his fingers. “You should be paid for the time I’ve wasted at the very least.”

“Aw, you’re cute.” Sonic smiled, curling Shadow’s fingers around the money. “I only charge assholes whose ego is larger than their dicks.”

“Like Jet?”

Sonic snickered, muffling his laugh with his other hand. “Shh! Maybe, don’t tell him.” He winked, leaning against Shadow’s side, his skin burning hot. “But, you’re hot, Shadow. I wouldn’t mind you sitting in at all. In fact, I want you to.” They paused outside the curtain, Sonic gently pushing Shadow up against the wall of the hallway. “I want you to watch and imagine what it would feel like.” He purred, pressing their chests together and slipping his leg between Shadow’s, pressing softly. “I want to see you fall apart at the idea of getting your hands on me. I want to look over and see your hand between your legs, eyes unable to see anything other than me.” Their noses brushed, lips so close that if Shadow wanted to, he could close the distance. Claim those lips for himself for even just a second – but the hope was squashed by an irritated noise from behind them.

“At least get in the room you horny fucks.” Jet groaned.

Sonic was gone in a flash, pulling back with a slight flush and a wink before ducking behind the curtain. Shadow took the moment of isolation to breathe, tucking the bill into his quills and contemplating whether or not he should text Rouge about this. After pulling out his phone and staring at the contact, he decided against that idea. Rouge would find out on her own. She always did.

With a final breath, Shadow stepped forward and pulled back the curtain himself.

The room was simple but didn’t feel sterile. The ground was some hard wood imitation made of linoleum, intended entirely for easy clean up. The walls were a purplish berry color, matching the curtains. The entire room held that dark theme, so even with the various lamps and lights on, it still held a moody atmosphere. There was a bed in the center of the room that lacked any blankets, instead just two pillows and a fitted sheet. Next to it were two nightstands with various bowls on them and a few feet away from the foot of the bed was a leather love seat, well-worn from use. Shadow didn’t want to think about the atrocities that had probably been done on it, or any of the furniture around him.

Sonic, on the other hand, was laid on the bed without a care, arms stretched above his head lazily. The sheet crinkled when he moved, causing him to laugh, making a crude comment towards Jet referring to their last time in the room. Jet shushed him, rummaging through the various bowls that Shadow now saw contained lube and condoms. The hawk had already set aside a few of the materials on the mattress and was grumbling under his breath about something or other.

Sonic sat up with a glimmer in his eyes when Shadow entered, clearly pleased to find the dark hedgehog had not decided to turn tail and run. His entrance also gave Sonic the bright idea to start stripping, his shirt coming off cleanly before standing up to start shimmying his shorts down. Shadow was stuck like a deer in headlights, unsure if he was allowed to watch this or not. Sure, most mobians didn’t wear clothes outside of gloves and socks, but still. Sonic noticed his hesitance and rolled his eyes, kicking his shorts off all the way before approaching Shadow and taking him by the shoulders. “You’re so stiff, man. Take a seat or something.” He directed him towards the couch, pushing him down into the leather. Shadow felt himself sink a few inches into the plush seat, the old padding not holding up under his weight. Sonic stood back and assessed him, his hands placed on his slender hips that Shadow was having a really hard time not looking at. “Good enough. Again, stop stressing so much.” Easier said than done.

“Hey! S- Uh, what’s your name again?” Jet called, not even bothering to look at him.

Shadow was about to respond but Sonic beat him to it. “Shadow, c’mon Jet.” He groaned.

“Yeah, whatever. What size do you wear?” Jet waved him off, turning this time. Shadow stared at him with a confused frown which only served to make the hawk even more annoyed with him. “Condom?”

“Oh, my gods, Jet. We can figure it out later.” Sonic interrupted with a nervous laugh. He left Shadow’s side to push up against Jet’s back, ignoring the hawk as he complained about wanting to be safe. Shadow could understand and appreciate the concern, but he wasn’t even sure if he’d be participating that much in the first place. Especially now that he didn’t have any money down – which he still felt bad about. Rouge would kill him if she found out he didn’t tip his dancer.

Sonic’s distraction seemed to work though, Jet calming down enough to lean into the kisses that Sonic was pressing to his neck. Shadow got to watch Jet’s head tilt back while Sonic’s tail wagged lazily, his hips gently grinding against Jet’s ass. “I thought you were horny, hedgehog. Can’t get off like this.” Jet complained, grinding back. Shadow couldn’t see Sonic’s face, but he could only imagine the teasing grin he probably had as he whispered in Jet’s ear. Too quiet for Shadow to hear, but it was enough to make Jet flush brightly, a stutter coming from his beak in response.

“C’mon Jet, please.” Sonic muttered louder, his hand moving lower. “He was promised a show after all.”

“Yeah, of you. Not m-me.”

“Mhm, sure.” Sonic laughed, turning Jet around and shoving down on the bed. The second Jet was down, Sonic grabbed his ankle and tugged him to the edge of the bed, Jet squawking in surprise. The leg wrapped around Sonic’s waist and the next thing Shadow knew, the dancer was leaned over the hawk and they were kissing again. Deep and messy, Jet’s beak shiny with saliva as Sonic made it his goal to get as many noises out of the hawk as possible. Shadow was reminded of Knuckles’ warning about volume and was realizing that it had merit.

Shadow slowly willed his body to relax, letting his back spines squish against the back rest of the couch and folding his hands in his lap. He was still a little cloudy from the alcohol, but he was thankful for it. It allowed him to watch the two in front of him with less shame, absorbing every secondhand noise and admiring the way they moved so in sync. Everything from their kisses and the rolling of their hips was practiced, even their noises seemed curated to different things. A particular whine either telling them to go deeper or pull back. It was almost mesmerizing if Shadow ignored the heat coiling tighter and tighter in his stomach.

While his sights were set on Sonic, with his brilliant fur and narrow hips, Jet wasn’t too bad himself. His hips were wider, but his waist had a much more dramatic swoop. His feathers were also a thing of beauty, well preened and bright. The two of them together resembled something untouchable, something that made Shadow salivate.

Sonic, without breaking the kiss, pushed Jet further onto the bed, pulling himself up partially as well. “C’mon, Jet…” He teased, “I know you want it.”

Jet inhaled deeply, pausing to stare up at the ceiling as if it would open up and greet him with the right answer. Then those blue eyes found Shadow, sizing him up before a small “Fine.” Left his beak. The smile on Sonic’s face was bright enough to rival the sun.

The dancer began muttering half thought through praises, peppering green feathers in soft kisses while he trailed his hand down to that ruffled patch between Jet’s legs. He ran his fingers through it, prodding around while Jet hissed out “Careful! Fuck!” Sonic paid him no mind, continuing to probe the area until his finger sunk in. Jet nearly jolted off the bed, his eyes clenched shut as a warbled moan left his lips.

“You suck.” He groaned, grinding against Sonic’s finger.

“I can.” Sonic chirped in response, ducking his head down and tucking it between Jet’s legs as well, a pink tongue darting out and lapping just above his finger. Jet let out a stream of curses, body lightly convulsing with every new, wet lick.

Shadow couldn’t fully see what was going on, privy to only the side profile of the pair, but if he had to assume, Sonic was toying with Jet’s cloaca. He wasn’t the most versed in birds, but from the look on Jet’s face, it had to feel pretty damn good. And Sonic looked way too proud of himself.

Sonic continued to lather the area in attention, slurping at wet, downy feathers and slowly thrusting his finger back and forth with careful precision. Shadow watched with rapt attention at every show of his pink tongue, a mixture of drool and arousal dripping off into green feathers. He was so enraptured with Sonic’s tongue that he almost missed the pink cock presenting itself in front of Sonic’s nose. When it was halfway out, Sonic’s attention diverted entirely to that, moaning softly and wrapping his lips around the prick almost immediately. Jet’s hips thrusted up, fucking the rest of his length into Sonic’s mouth, causing him to choke. Sonic let off with a pop, drool running from his mouth while he cleared his airway only to dive back down. He didn’t move his head, instead allowing Jet to fuck his face with short desperate thrusts that had Sonic’s eyes rolling in the back of his head. The dancer would gargle and moan, running his hands along feathered thighs and kneading the flesh.

Their eyes were fully on each other, silent communication in every thrust. Shadow felt his heart rate increase, his fingers flexing over his pouch where his own member strained to be released. Sonic had his hips pressed against the side of the bed, grinding circles in the mattress, but Shadow couldn’t see the others dick quite yet. He got distracted too easily by the noises Sonic made, lightly choking on Jet’s dick when he thrusted too hard. Slender fingers weaved between blue quills, pressing Sonic’s head down and forcing his nose to smash against Jet’s groin. The whine that fell from Sonic’s mouth was heavenly, completely debauched and loud as his eyes rolled back completely, his throat bobbing as it was invaded. Jet held him there for one, two, three full seconds before Sonic gagged and pulled back with a wet cough. Saliva dripped down his chin in long strands, Sonic fighting for his breath while Jet wrestled the blue hedgehog back into his lap, claiming his lips once more.

With Sonic back on the bed and fully straddling Jet’s thighs, it was impossible to not notice the two members between them. Jet’s spit slicked and flushed was now completely pressed up against Sonic’s own cock, pink and dripping. They rutted against each other impatiently, Sonic slipping a hand down to smear Jet’s residual arousal over their lengths.

Shadow dug his teeth into his bottom lip, silencing one of the many desperate noises he wanted to make. His own member was unsheathing into his palm, the skin sliding against the rough fabric of his glove almost enough to make him moan. Only when Sonic started fully jerking them off did Shadow fully allow his member to come out, ripping his glove off impatiently and wrapping his hand around it with a low groan. He almost missed the green eyes glancing towards him, gone as soon as they came, but enough to make him heat with embarrassment.

But this was what Sonic wanted, right? His hand between his legs, enjoying the show.

This time, Jet was the one to switch their positions, rolling Sonic over so he was on his back and tucking his head between blue legs. “Be careful down there.” Sonic mocked, squeaking when Jet pinched his ass in retaliation. Sonic looked back over to Shadow and dramatically rolled his eyes as Jet ripped open a lube sachet. It was a strange turn of events to have Sonic include him now, but he wasn’t complaining. The dancer decided to make it his goal to make as many faces as possible while Jet sat between his legs, meticulously stretching him out. Shadow could hear the wet sounds of fingers scissoring and crude slurping, but between pleasured groans and squirms, Sonic would be staring straight at Shadow. His eyes were so easy to get lost in, bright and curious and playful – there was not a hint of judgement to be seen even as the dancer watched him loosely fisted his weeping cock.

But just because Sonic was making it easy for him, he certainly wasn’t doing the same for Jet.

“Stop squirming, you’re so tight.” Jet hissed, nipping Sonic’s ass with a frustrated huff. “I thought whores were supposed to be easy.”

Sonic stuck his tongue out, making a show of wiggling even more. “Maybe you should come around more. Invite your friends, make it a challenge. You know, I’m not against the idea of gang- ah aH- “ Sonic’s quip was interrupted by a startled moan, his hands fisting in sheet, threating to rip it to shreds while his head pressed into the mattress. Quills flared and stuttered moans continued to fall from his throat as Jet continued to abuse the spot he found, chuckling to himself softly.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He cooed, nudging his beak against Sonic’s cock as he withdrew his fingers. “Feel ready?”

Sonic’s response came in the form of labored breaths and quiet curses. “Switch.” He growled, quickly finding himself again and shoving Jet backwards on the bed.

Shadow was realizing that Sonic really enjoyed being on top, fully in control of teasing and drawing pleasure out on his own accord. It wasn’t hard to take that information and imagine Sonic over him, those bright eyes and teasing smile enough to tear him apart. A mouth on his cock, nails scratching into his hips – he wanted Sonic violently. The simple fantasy only fueled his desperation, his teeth drawing blood from his lips while he tried to keep his stroking slow. He couldn’t cum now, not yet.

Sonic had Jet maneuvered where he wanted him, his prick resting against Sonic’s ass, flushed and wet from his preparation. “Feelin’ ready?” Sonic mimicked, leaning in close, his smirk barely an inch above Jet’s beak. Just as Jet was about to snap back, Sonic grinded back, earning a strained groan from the hawk.

“I hate you.” He groaned, bucking his hips against Sonic’s backside like he was in heat. “You’re a fucking tease-“

“Yeah, well you like me like this.” Sonic cackled, glancing back at Shadow and eying him hungry before a hand reached up and forcibly turned Sonic’s head away.

Jet tugged Sonic’s head down, forcing eye contact as he lined up. “Eyes on me.” He growled. Sonic didn’t respond, instead taking one of the hawk’s fingers in his mouth and biting it gently. He kept his hips raised, Jet’s cock catching on his rim.

“What, jealous?” Sonic spoke around the digit, “I know a couple ways you can keep my attention, but, ya know, no promises.”

That was enough to set Jet over the edge, an angry squawk falling from his beak as he shoved two more fingers into Sonic’s mouth. Sonic gagged, his head tipping back as his throat was invaded by the new digits. Immediately drool started to drip out past his lips, coating Jet’s knuckles and dribbling down his chin. Shadow’s eyes widened in alarm, hearing Sonic’s gargles and watching a peach hand shot out to grasp Jet’s wrist- but the hedgehog didn’t fight it. In fact, that little blue tail was wagging furiously, and despite Sonic’s uncomfortable expression, he tried to take more into his mouth. He swallowed poorly around Jet’s fingers, grinding back against his cock desperately, no longer teasing the act and instead craving it.

The tension in Shadow’s body ran high, his hand gripping his cock almost painfully as he sat forward in his seat. Let him breath, he almost yelled, watching Sonic’s eyes roll back and flutter closed, his blue throat convulsing. Sonic’s cock twitched violently, and Jet’s hand came to steady his waist. Jet’s stare was calculating, taking in every single move from the way his throat bobbed to his stomach tensing. “C’mon, you whore-“ He hissed, pressed his thumb against Sonic’s neck .

Sonic made a choked noise, his whole body tensing and shuddering as he fully gagged on the fingers. Jet withdrew them in an instant, running the spit slicked digits down Sonic’s throat while he coughed and sputtered for breath. He whined pathetically, gasping and trembling – but what Shadow hadn’t expected was for his hand to immediately dart down to his cock, gripping the flushed member and –

Oh.

Oh.

He came. Sonic’s cock twitched in his grasp, flushed angrily as the last dregs of his orgasm bubbled from the tip and dripped over his knuckles. Spend covered his lap and Jet’s belly, marking fur and feathers with translucent white. Jet kept his hand near Sonic’s neck, caressing his adams apple and wiping away some of the drool from his lips. It was a familiar action, practiced, sweet. Sonic’s hand on his wrist eventually began to loosen, instead trailing up to intertwine their fingers. He dropped his forehead against their fists, panting out high pitched, submissive whines that immediately went to Shadow’s already aching cock. Sonic opened his mouth to speak, but the only sound that came out was a moan that he looked very embarrassed by. No longer were those eyes darting to Shadow’s for validation, they stayed trained shyly on Jet’s, open and vulnerable. It felt like he was watching something illegal, the tenderness a stark contrast from the fighting attitude the two had come in with.

 Jet chuckled, brushing his hand along Sonic’s waist. “Didn’t think you could still do that.”

Sonic grimaced, coughing behind closed lips before opening his mouth to let more saliva drip down into their laps. “Yeah, yeah, cough it out. Gross.” Jet groaned, reaching to the side to grab a condom he’d thrown on the bed earlier. “You better still have one in you, or else I’m taking my money back.”

“Fuck you.” Sonic spat, a low whine spilling from his throat. His hand was still gripping his cock, covered in spend, but now tugging at it carefully, willing himself to stay hard. “Gods, give a guy a warning next time.”

“If I warned you, then you wouldn’t come as hard.” Jet rolled his eyes, “You yelled at me about that before.”

Sonic took his hand back with a groan, snatching the condom and getting off Jet’s lap. “Like, years ago? That was when I could cum ten times in a row, dude. I thought I was going to die.”

Jet shrugged, “You’re the one who came like a fountain, I did my job.”

Sonic stuck his tongue out, receiving chirping laughter in response. Only now did Sonic look over and meet Shadow’s eyes, his expression falling into one that was a lot more sheepish. It was cute. He was cute. Shadow sucked in a breath, rolling his thumb over the tip of his cock to wipe at his weeping slit. He wasn’t going to last much longer, especially with how skilled the both of them were.

Sonic ripped the condom package open with his teeth, directing his attention back to, now, a very shocked hawk. “Your teeth? You’re a monster.”

Sonic fished the condom out and straddled Jet’s legs, rolling the rubber down his straining cock. “I know you don’t have STD’s, I just don’t want to clean cum out of my ass tonight.” Sonic sat back and stared at Jet’s dick and the shiny film that now covered it. He licked his thumb and pressed it against the underside, addressing a thick vein that ran along the underside. Jet’s hips bucked, a low moan spilling from him while Sonic continued to toy with his member, finding the rest of the lube packet and applying it slowly.

“We don’t have all day, hedgehog, lets go.” He squawked, grabbing Sonic’s arm and tugging him forward so that he was back to hovering over his cock. “Unless you don’t have the energy to ride me anymore, old man.”

Sonic leaned in close, smirking as he wagged his tail, “In your dreams.” He pressed a quick kiss to the top of Jet’s beak before finally lowering himself down.

They’d managed to turn themselves on the bed, an almost artful maneuver as now Shadow had the luxury of watching Sonic’s needy little hole take Jet’s length to the hilt. He moved slow, drawing out whine after whine from the hawk with little moans of his own until he was fully seated and squirming.

“You were tighter around my tongue.” Jet complained, holding Sonic’s hips still as he traced small circles with his thumbs. Sonic bucked his hips in retaliation, sticking his tongue out before his expression morphed into one that was more fitting for their current position; blissed out and horny. Half lidded eyes, slightly hanging open mouth – Sonic panted quietly as he started to move, his hips following Jet’s half thrusts while somehow still managing to keep most of his length in. After a moment, Sonic leaned down to support his weight with his hands pressed against Jet’s chest.

Shadow watched the position change intently only to lose his breath as his eyes wandered back down to their join. His fist strangled his dick painfully, it pulsing in his hand as he watched how Sonic’s ass pulled at Jet’s dick, his pucker flushed and heated. Even with the generous amount of lube they used, with every thrust he could still see the smallest amount of pink drag against Jet’s dick. Just that sight about did him in, Shadow’s cock leaking like a fountain despite how hard he was trying to stay composed. Sonic’s needy whines wasn’t helping him much either, as every small sound shot straight to his dick, the knot in his stomach coiling tighter and tighter. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this desperate.

Sonic continued to make needy noises, tugging uselessly at Jet’s feathers in an attempt to get the hawk to go faster. But he seemed determined to keep his thrusts slow and rough, nearly bucking Sonic off with every move. It made for a glorious sight, one that would remain seared in Shadow’s brain for the rest of his life, but Sonic was proving to be too impatient to drag it out much longer.

“F-faster, you dick.” Sonic panted, trying his best to take back control, but his errant movements only served to send them out of synch. That combined with Jet’s hands gripping his hips like a vice only allowed him to do so much. Sonic threw his head back, an irritated growl crawling up his throat as he scrambled for a better pace. Shadow’s ears flicked at the noise, that deep growl echoing through his body like it was his own – and then Sonic snarled.

“Fuck me like you mean it.”

Shadow’s vision whited out.

He hardly got a chance to process how he felt before his orgasm ripped through him like a bullet. It was suffocating, pleasure assaulting in senses in a way he’d never experienced it before. The suddenness of it fully took him by surprise, leaving him gasping for both his breath and awareness back. By the time he came back to his body, truly pathetic noises were leaving his mouth and he’d come so hard that he could feel some of it sticking to his chin. His cock gave a final weak spurt still clenched in his hand, dripping more cum over his knuckles to join the rest of the mess that currently coated him.

Shadow bit his lip and swallowed, his muzzle heated with embarrassment. He’d essentially just edged himself into the hardest orgasm of his life – and even worse, he’d had an audience.

He looked up, chest still heaving, and was met with emerald eyes that shot straight through his soul. At one point during his ascent, Sonic had been flipped around. His head was now nearly hanging off the bed, his quills a stunning blue mess scraping against the mattress. His body jolted with the force of Jet’s thrusts, the hawk having thrown Sonic’s legs over his shoulders and was currently fucking him hard and fast – just how Sonic wanted. But Sonic’s attention was not on Jet, or even how his own pink cock was back to leaking furiously, bobbing in the air. Instead, his eyes were fully trained on Shadow, wide and curious as he slowly looked Shadow’s flushed body over.

“F-fuck…” Sonic stuttered, removing a hand that was keeping him from getting shoved off the bed to reach out to Shadow. “That was so hot – come here.” He grabbed for him in the air, panting quietly as he was fucked into the mattress.

Shadow’s judgment went out the window, his weak legs complying to the request like a siren’s song. He approached the bed and knelt near Sonic, not expecting a peach hand to reach out and tenderly grab Shadow’s face. It was a strange angle, Sonic’s face upside down and sideways to him, but he commemorated Sonic’s coordination as he stroked his muzzle. It was affectionate, sweet even. I would have been sweeter in a different context, but Shadow leaned into the touch anyways, the touch starved part of his brain screaming louder than ever. “Closer – “ Sonic panted, tugging Shadow so they were only inches away, Shadow’s side pressed up against the shaking bed. He moved Shadow’s face closer and tilted his chin up, exposing the column of Shadow’s neck. He swallowed, feeling Sonic’s eyes trace his throat hungrily.

But he didn’t expect the hot breath to brush his neck, soon followed by a wet tongue that displaced his fur and tickled his throat. Sonic hummed happily, licking a long line up his throat and ending at his chin, pressing a messy kiss there and more licks. Jet squawked in shock, his thrusts stuttering to a stop in exchange for him yelling at Sonic – but neither hedgehog heard a word. Sonic had already fisted his hand in Shadow’s chest fur and pulled him in for a searing kiss.

Lips on lips and teeth on tongue – it was the messiest kiss of his life, yet the most fulfilling. Sonic tasted like heat, the tiniest bit of coconut, and salt.

Salt… oh, cum. His cum. The spot on his chin now only damp from Sonic’s saliva. No wonder Jet was upset, that was probably one of the most irresponsible things Sonic could do at the moment. No matter what they were letting him see, Shadow was still a stranger. But obviously Sonic was not deterred by Jet’s anger. He propped himself up to straighten their angle to deepen the kiss, taking over Shadow’s mouth with a happy huff. Shadow melted into it, keeping up with hesitant skill, letting his tongue tangle with Sonic’s as it dipped in and out of his mouth. It was overwhelming and so incredibly hot at the same time.

“Gods, if you two are gonna be gross, at least get on the bed.” Jet yelled, grabbing Sonic’s leg and yanking him back, forcing the two hedgehogs apart. Sonic growled weakly, swatting at Jet’s hand until he let go.

“Jeez, fine! Don’t have to be a dick about it.” Sonic groaned.

Jet made an exhausted noise, sitting back on his haunches, “You were the one needing to be fucked so badly only to pause to give yourself an STD, you don’t know where that guy has been!” It was a fair argument, and while Jet’s anger wasn’t directed at him, Shadow still couldn’t help but feel bad.

“I can send you, my paperwork.” Shadow offered, wiping Sonic’s spit off his mouth. “I get blood work done for my job regularly, I’m clean.”

Sonic beamed at him, throwing a snide look towards Jet that was wholly unnecessary. “See? It’s fine.”

Jet’s expression crumbled and he ran a hand down his face, exhausted. “No, it wasn’t fine. You’re just too much of a cum dumpster to think before you do shit.”

Sonic stuck his tongue out in retaliation, grasping blindly at Shadow’s arm until he was able to pull the other male onto the bed. It was a little cramped now, the mattress creaking under their weights, but Sonic seemed overjoyed. Shadow could have sworn he heard a happy purr stutter from the hedgehog’s chest, but it may have been his imagination. Afterall, he was still coming down from his orgasmic high and his head was still reeling from simply being there in the first place. Sonic looked between them, seemingly sizing them up. Jet had pulled out sometime during their make out session, his dick still hard and shiny with lube. His inner thighs, covered with soft downy feathers, were all matted together from arousal, slowly dripping down his leg. Shadow briefly wondered what it would be like to take a proper – Sonic had seemed to enjoy his time down there, but it was the wrong angle for Sonic to truly see. Did he get more pleasure from his cock or from his cloaca? He didn’t dare ask, instead keeping his face as neutral as possible. Jet himself, despite the red on his cheeks, looked severely annoyed at Sonic’s antics.

“Okay, okay – “ Sonic mumbled, shuffling around on the bed to move them where he wanted. He pushed Jet further back near the headboard and had Shadow settle near the foot, the two confused until Sonic got into position between them. Ass up and chest to the mattress, he was lined up perfectly for Jet’s convenience while his face was dangerously close to Shadow’s crotch. Sonic let out a low whistle, blowing on Shadow’s still heated cock that, despite his orgasm, had yet to soften. He gave Shadow a mischievous look, wiggling his ass at Jet who splayed his hands over blue fur. “So? Ever gotten head from a guy getting fucked before?”

Shadow could hear Jet groan in the background, his annoyance peaking right before he roughly thrusted back into Sonic, burying his length with a hiss of pleasure. Sonic’s word caught in his throat, briefly choking before he seemed to gather himself enough to knock his head against Shadow’s knee. He looked a lot more bashful while getting fucked, his body shaking with every thrust. “N-no, I can’t say I have.” Shadow’s mouth was dry, stuck eyeing Sonic’s open expression and the way his back curved, his quills flaring every few thrusts. “Do you feel good?” He asked before he could stop himself, placing a hesitant head on Sonic’s head and weaving his fingers through the base of blue quills.

Heat overtook Sonic’s expression, but he nodded aggressively. It was shortly followed by a strained moan as Jet hit his sweet spot, leaving Sonic to pant hotly against Shadow’s thigh. “Mhm, it’s good – its so good.” He moaned, raising his ass up higher, Jet’s dull fingernails digging into his hips. “Yes, yes, yes – “ He repeated like a mantra, switching between catching Shadow’s eyes and watching Shadow’s length twitch in the air untouched. “Can I?”

He asked so politely, and Shadow wasn’t one to punish good behavior. “Go ahead.” He confirmed, watching Sonic’s eyes light up.

 Shadow scooted his hips forward, giving Sonic better access that he immediately took advantage of. A hot tongue licked up the underside of his cock, pressing at the thick vein and forcing Shadow to buck into the feeling. Sonic was unbothered, grasping the base and holding it firm before he wrapped his swollen lips around the head. He was doing his best to not let Jet’s thrusts deter him from his goal, his attention never waning as he swirled his tongue around Shadow’s cock. He lapped at the slit, forcing an undignified groan from Shadow’s mouth. His tongue continued to tease, his mouth making lewd noises as he sucked and slurped, hardly caring about looking graceful. Sonic was fully enraptured by Shadow’s cock, and Shadow couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene. Even Jet seemed to be enjoying it – those blue eyes focused on Sonic’s actions. He had even draped himself over the blue back to be able to watch and continue pounding the shit out of him.

Sonic’s pleasure didn’t go unnoticed either as he would moan intermittently, sending shocks of vibration through Shadow’s dick. Every time Jet would hit the right spot, his mouth would lull open, his concentration briefly broken, but his tongue still lazily lapped at hot skin. Almost as if he was afraid to stop touching him. Shadow’s hips stuttered, trying his best not to fuck up into Sonic’s mouth. No matter how well Sonic had proved he could take it earlier, he didn’t want to go too hard while Sonic was this sex drunk. That notion was only solidified when that horrible, wet, hot, tongue gently prodded at his urethra, just barely pressing in. It was an indescribable feeling, one that muddled Shadow’s mind from the sheer newness of it. Sonic kept pressing, he wasn’t even sure if he was aware of what he was trying to do, but Shadow had to tug up on Sonic’s quills so he didn’t actually end up tongue fucking his dick. The hedgehog apologized by kissing his cock sweetly before trying to shove the whole thing down his throat.

Shadow’s self-restraint had been waning the whole time, this time he couldn’t stop the sharp thrust that forced Sonic to take it all. He gagged, but kept going, his throat convulsing around Shadow’s dick. Fuck – he wasn’t going to last at all. His fingers dug harsher into Sonic’s quills, meeting Sonic’s face with shallow thrusts that had Sonic’s eyes rolling back in his head.

“Shit, I’m-“ Was all the warning Shadow could give before he was unexpectantly cumming down Sonic’s throat. Sonic made a high-pitched noise, moaning and writhing as he sucked Shadow for all he was worth. His seed was swallowed quickly, undoubtedly resting heavy in Sonic’s stomach. Sonic reluctantly popped off, whining, and whimpering unintelligible words as he rutted in the air and lapped up whatever cum he could from Shadow’s overheated member. Shadow resisted pulling away even as overstimulation took over, too blissed out to do much else but watch Sonic suck at his softening dick.

Sonic had seemed to lose a lot of his energy after that, his body slumping and shaking as he continued to try and support his own weight. Jet cooed softly, switching his hold so that he wasn’t placing anymore pressure on Sonic’s back, but he still stayed close, holding the hedgehog, and whispering little words to him. Shadow couldn’t make it out, his hearing still fizzling back into existence. Eventually it was Jet who tugged Sonic away from Shadow’s sensitive dick, replacing the member with two fingers that he lazily sucked and moaned on. “Good, good, calm down. I’m almost done.” Jet huffed, his thrusts picking up into a brutal pace that had Shadow swaying with the bed. Sonic panted, shoving his face into the mattress, and allowing Jet’s wet fingers to slide against his cheek. He looked so tired and vulnerable to the point that it pulled at Shadow’s heart a little more than it should have. He switched to running his fingers through blue quills, smiling softly as Sonic started purring.

Jet glanced up and rolled his eyes at him, but it was hard to feel embarrassed when Jet himself was panting and flushed, close to his end as well. He scooted Sonic’s quills away with his beak, tucking it into Sonic’s neck with a hum. “C’mon, tighten up a bit… ugh, fuck, that’s good.” He moaned. With a few more snaps of his hips, Jet came with a stuttered moan.

Sonic moaned too, pushing his hips back up against Jet’s before shuddering almost violently. He whined and gripped at the sheets and Shadow’s leg, writhing before completely collapsing under his own weight. Luckily, Jet came back to himself quick enough to catch him, slowly lowering Sonic to the bed and rolling him onto his side. “Jesus, did you come three times?” Jet panted, wiping his brow.

Sonic peeled his eyes open, swallowing thickly. “O-only three?” He muttered, his purr still going strong, “It felt like ten.”

Jet cackled softly, “Don’t think you have that much cum in you.”

“Mhm, I’ll try harder next time.” Sonic replied.

Shadow glanced down and sure enough, there was a mess of cum right under where Sonic had been. Luckily Jet had been nice enough to make sure he didn’t land on his own spend because it didn’t look like Sonic had the energy to deal with it if he had. Sonic followed his line of sight and laughed, inching away from the wet spot (causing Shadow to remove his hand from his quills) and sitting up. He scooted closer to Shadow while Jet disposed of his condom and grumbled under his breath.

Shadow couldn’t help but notice that he and Sonic weren’t the only ones who came multiple times. The condom Jet had tied off was suspiciously full, forming a small balloon of cum. Briefly Shadow wondered what it would be like to be fucked with that inside him – would he be able to feel how much he’d cum? Did Sonic feel the fullness inside him?

“So…” Sonic purred, face still heated, “What’d ya think?” He asked, drawing Shadow from his delusions.

Shadow blanched, still processing exactly what just happened. “Am I expected to leave a review?”

“When you put it that way, you make it sound like it was bad.” Jet replied, hopping back up on the bed, causing the mattress to jump. He leaned into Sonic’s shoulder, the hedgehog giving him a wide smile before looking back at Shadow.

“Just a lil.” He teased with a wink. “No public reviews needed, just personal. Gotta figure out how we can improve.” Sonic chirped.

Shadow’s head swam. Frankly, he had no idea what to say. It was a wonderful, if not overwhelming experience. He got to watch two very attractive men have sex and got a blowjob out of it? He experienced some of the best orgasms of his life that night, and now they were asking how they could improve? Jet luckily gave him extra time to think, speaking up instead with a stern glare directed at Sonic.

“Actually, I’ve got one.” Sonic seemed to shrink under his gaze, chucking nervously. “Don’t fucking eat the customers cum.” He growled.

“It was fine!” Sonic argued weakly, whining as Jet hit his arm.

“Yeah, this time!” Jet screeched. “And don’t say it’s because you have ‘good judge of character’, because you don’t, and you can’t tell if someone has an STD just from looking at them!”

“Listen to him.” Shadow interjected, Sonic’s head snapping towards him. “I wasn’t aware of what you were doing until you were done, but that was extremely irresponsible.”

Sonic gaped at him, mouth hanging wide open in defeat as heat overtook his muzzle. “Am I being lectured? Is that seriously what’s going on right now? You both just fucked the shit out of me and now I’m getting a safety lesson? This is the worst after care of my life.” He moaned, throwing himself backwards and nearly falling off the bed. Jet grabbed his arm and tugged him back up before he could tumble, but Sonic didn’t look particularly overjoyed by that. Shadow had a suspicion that if he had made on on the floor, he never would have gotten up.

“You literally know better, Sonic. Get over it and don’t do it again.” Jet groaned, “If you want aftercare then here –“ Jet leaned in and immediately started messing up Sonic’s quills, making an even bigger mess of the blue spines. Sonic screeched and batted his hands away, ducking under his attempts at wiping at the crusted fur on his muzzle.

“I’m fine, I’m fine! I’m sorry!” He yelled, a laugh on the tip of his tongue. He escaped the onslaught and wound up halfway in Shadow’s lap instead, the dark hedgehog holding his hands out confused. Sonic didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered with their closeness, instead tucking himself against Shadow’s chest and sticking his tongue out at Jet. “You’re so mean.”

“Get over it.” Jet repeated with a scowl.

Shadow’s hands waved in the air awkwardly. “You two are an interesting duo…” He spoke carefully, much too aware of the sets of blue and green eyes trained on him.

Sonic chuckled, “Seriously? We were trying to tone it down for ya, usually we’re a lot worse.”

That did very little to answer the dozens of questions he had, but he let it slide. Instead, his hands returned to Sonic’s quills, slowly reorganizing them into their natural groupings and scraping and miscellaneous fluids from the shiny points. Sonic froze, but melted into him like second nature, his purr kicking up tenfold.

“It wasn’t bad, just unexpected.” Shadow finally said, carding his fingers through the sea of blue. “You two were very fun to watch, almost to a dangerous degree.” He chuckled, “But I enjoyed my time, thank you for letting me sit in. And that money is fully yours if you’ll take it.” Shadow tugged on Sonic’s quills, earning a begrudging huff in response. He looked towards Jet, the hawk appearing weirdly satisfied with that response. “I also feel like I should be paying you, to be honest.”

Jet laughed at that, but it didn’t do much to hide the pink that settled on his cheeks at the complement.

“If we’re doing thank you’s - thanks for letting me suck your dick.” Sonic replied, twisting in Shadow’s lap to smirk at him. “You’ve got a very nice dick.” He purred, leaning in even closer as his tail wagged. “Really nice.” He whispered. Their noses brushed and for a split-second Shadow almost leaned in to capture those bruised lips, almost desperate to feel them on his own one last time. Unfortunately, Jet seemed to be fed up for the night as an irritated squawk broke through the tension.

“Gods, you guys are some horny motherfuckers.” He groaned, collecting himself and getting off the bed. “I’m headed out, got shit to do. Make sure you tip Knuckles on your way out, Sonic.”

Sonic groaned and rested his head on Shadow’s shoulder to watch Jet put his clothes back on with a pout. “Can’t you do it?”

“No, you took all my money.”

“You have more money than I do!”

“Why do you have to tip him?” Shadow couldn’t help but ask.

“Cuz’ we’re annoying.” Sonic responded lamely. “Anyways, bye babe, thanks for the fun.” He waved as Jet walked through the curtain. Shadow gave a small curtsy wave as well, earning himself a small smile from the hawk that he hadn’t expected.

Now it was just the two of them, Sonic still settled in his lap.

“So… wanna go smoke?”

Desperate to stay a bit longer with this strange hedgehog, Shadow nodded his head. Sonic’s smile was blinding.

The two quickly got dressed, which mainly included using wet wipes to scrub cum and spit from their fur. They weren’t the most affective, but Sonic assured him that they’d be fine. Shadow trusted Sonic enough to believe him since obviously the other had a lot more experience with this type of thing.

Sonic dragged Shadow out from behind the curtain and down the hall. He paused to offer Knuckles a smile and shove a bill into the echidna’s hand (or more so, Sonic grabbed Knuckles’ hand against his will and forced him to take the money) before weaving through the swarms of hot bodies until they reached the shady back doors that Shadow had originally longed to go through to escape. Now it was almost bittersweet to push them open, stepping out of the club.

Shadow was immediately thankful for the rush of cool air that greeted them from outside. They descended a small set of metal stairs into the alleyway, the buildings sides decorated with crude spray paint murals.

Sonic laughed, spinning around lazily in the gravel. “Ah, nothing like going outside after a good fuck, right?” He smiled brightly at Shadow, his eyes twinkling. How this hedgehog was still going a million miles an hour was beyond him, but it was remarkably impressive how he could dance around like that after such an intense… uh, session.

“It’s nice.” Shadow replied, gazing up at the colors that marked the walls. “I much prefer this to how stuffy it is inside.”

“You and me both, dude.” Sonic chuckled, fishing around in the pockets of a jacket he’d slung on before they’d left. “Pick your poison, nic or weed?”

Shadow eyed him curiously, “You have both?”

“Duh, who do you think I am? I live a hard life.”

Shadow didn’t want to dwell on that comment too much, because after all, Sonic did work here. And Shadow had literally just paid him for sex. It was still a little difficult to fully wrap his head around. “Whatever you’re having.” He settled on.

Sonic must have noticed his expression because the other sighed before he took out a crumbled cigarette box and offered it to him. “You can have my last one, my vape is nasty and I’m not about to subject you to that. You seem to put together for blue raspberry flavored drugs.”

Shadow took the box and hummed, “I appreciate it.”

They sat in silence for a minute, the only sound between them being the flick of a lighter and the dull thrum of the club music from inside.

It was Sonic who eventually spoke up, the scent of overly artificial fruit mixing with the smoke in the air. “It’s not a bad job, honestly.”

Shadow looked over, immediately transfixed by those green eyes once again as Sonic spoke. “It used to be a lot worse, admittedly, but I got out. And now this is just… is it bad to say that it’s fun again? I used to dread going to work and now it’s just a normal part of my day to parade around and shake my ass for strangers. I get an ego trip from seeing people drool, ya know?”

Shadow listened carefully, nodding. “It’s normal for the brain to normalize bad situations when they’re consistent. But, you said you got out, why are you still working like this? Not that I’m judging your line of work, obviously I’ve played my part, but…” He sputtered, immediately rethinking whatever type of lecture he was trying to give.

Sonic watched his cheeks heat curiously, “You’re cute.” He smiled, bringing his vape back to his lips. In, out. “I got out of the really bad stuff. Collected a lot of debt as a kid and thought that taking my clothes off was easy enough. I used to work with really bad people, did a lot of shit I regretted. It was actually Jet who helped me pay off a lot of that debt and moved me to this new club.”

Shadow’s ears perked up at the mention of the hawk, curiosity getting the better of him. “Jet, are you two…?” He trailed off, assuming Sonic had to know the crazy chemistry between them. Jet had essentially introduced Sonic with the intention of staking his claim, gloating that he knew the blue hedgehog more than anyone else in the club. The way they flirted and fucked were evident enough, but even in their normal conversation, it flowed so natural. It was not the typical relationship one would have with a client, regular or not.

Sonic answered his question with a startled laugh, shaking his head with a smile. “Nah, we tried for a bit but he’s too much of an ego maniac and I’m too,” he brought his hand up and did a ‘so-so’ motion, “with relationships. We used to work together in that shitty place, but he decided to disobey our contract and go, get this, treasure hunting. He made some friends, struck gold – literally – and came back and paid for most of my shit. For the next two years he came in every night to pay the rest of it until I could break my contract. He helped me move to this club actually.” He spoke fondly, the mouthpiece of his vape resting against his bottom lip. “He likes to make a show of being a jackass, but he can be sweet. Sometimes.”

Shadow’s cigarette glowed between his fingers as the warm smoke filled his lungs. He had no idea, but how could he? Sonic beat him to the chase though, nudging his arm playfully. “Hey, no moping. My sob story is for me and me alone. You had fun tonight, right?”

“I did.” There was no hesitation and that seemed to make Sonic glow even brighter. Shadow fished around in his quills again, pulling out the bill he’d been waving around all night and extending it out towards the other. “Here, since I did use your service tonight.”

Sonic frowned, making no move to take it. “Hey, what did I say about this, man? I don’t want it.”

“You deserve it.”

“What I deserve is a shower and a four-star Michelin meal, that’s what.” Sonic scoffed.

“Okay, then let me treat you to that.” Shadow’s mouth moved before he could stop it, Sonic staring at him with wide eyes. “Not the shower, but the meal. My roommate has expensive tastes, I know a few places.”

Sonic blinked slowly, scuffing his shoes into the gravel (beat up sneakers that had seen better days). “Wait, actually?”

Shadow nodded, “If you’d like. I’m not sure how often you fraternize with clients outside of work, but you’re very interesting, Sonic. I’d love to learn more about you.”

“Ya know, that’s what everyone says.” He replied, blowing raspberry smoke in Shadow’s direction. “What makes you think that I’ll say yes?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Yes, in fact, I expect you to decline.” Shadow admitted, feeling a little insecure about his offer. But he held his hand out firm, waiting for Sonic to confirm his suspicions and take the money.

Instead, Sonic raised a brow, eyeing Shadow carefully before pushing down the hand extended out to him. “Well then you better save that money for our date then, babe.” He smirked, “It’s not often that I say yes to this type of shit, but what can I say, I’ve got a good feeling about you?”

“And why do you say that?”

Sonic’s expression was borderline criminal, “You’ve got a great dick.”

Shadow almost choked, a blush overwhelming his cheeks as he stamped out the butt of his cigarette, Sonic’s cackles filling the air. “You’re shameless.” He growled.

“Yeah, well, at least I’m honest.” He smiled, sidling up to Shadow’s side, his body incredibly hot against his own. “You said your roommate fucks with Knucks a lot, right? I’ll get your number through that mess and I’ll text ya about my next day off.” He leaned in and soft lips brushed against Shadow’s cheek, pressing against his fur for a beat too long. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

In a flash Sonic disappeared from his side and the metal stairs creaked under his weight. Shadow turned to find him with his hand on the door handle, door already open and leaking loud music into the quiet night. “Oh, one last thing!” Sonic called, smiling nervously. “I don’t actually like expensive food.”

Shadow stared at him confused, what? “What do you like?”

Sonic bit his lip, “Chili dogs?”

Shadow rolled his eyes, unsure of what he was expecting in the first place. “I’ll figure something out.”

He received one last smile from the blue hedgehog before he disappeared back into the club, the music stealing him away as the door closed. Shadow sighed deeply, the remnants of blue raspberry smoke still in the air as he turned to walk out of the alley. After all, there was no time to waste.

He had some planning to do.