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There were only a few instances in which Sonic enjoyed being caught. The instance most enjoyable, Sonic had discovered, was when Garou the Hero Hunter would catch the ninja and clamp his strong fingers around his neck, sharp claws digging into his skin. Sonic loved the predatory gaze Garou would turn on him when it was just them. The ninja knew Garou had killed many while he wore that expression. It sent a shiver down Sonic’s spine and a tremor down his thighs.
On both ends of the alleyway Sonic had lead them to, citizens bustled with their annoying and drab lives in C-City. Garou had chased Sonic all the way here from Z-City. The awnings connected to the buildings the two rested between blocked out the sun and left the scene cast in shadows. No one saw them. No one paid them any attention. Whatever Garou did to Sonic now that he’d caught him, no one would see it.
Of all the dangerous situations Sonic had put himself in, Garou had to be the most deadly, and Sonic liked that.
With a hungry smirk that had Sonic absently running his tongue over his lips, Garou leaned in to bite at one of Sonic’s earlobes. He squeezed his hand around Sonic’s throat as he said, “You were easy to catch today. Either I’m getting faster, or you are not trying very hard to lose me.”
In the same amount of time it would take an ordinary human to blink, Sonic ripped Garou’s hand away from his throat and placed the dip of his foot at the human monster’s neck.
“Easy, brat,” Sonic said, a bored expression on his face betrayed only by the fire in his eyes and burn in the back of his thighs. “Use a little more respect when you address your elders.”
A dark chuckle rippled from Garou’s chest as he took hold of Sonic’s calf and pulled him closer. His hands reached for Sonic’s perfect hips and pulled the ninja flush against his body, turning them again so Sonic was pinned between him and the alley’s wall. Sonic’s heart beat erratically in his chest, but his expression betrayed nothing. He would not be broken so easily.
“You are quite the old man, aren’t you?” Garou asked, licking over his lips. He squeezed Sonic’s face in his hands, pushing his forefinger into the ninja’s mouth and down on his tongue. “I’m not sure you can endure this. I might break your fragile little hips this time.”
Heat flooded Sonic’s body all at once. Against his better judgement, he pressed his tightly clothed crotch against Garou’s abdomen, letting the younger feel his hardness through the bodysuit. As Garou’s gaze flickered down, Sonic bit down on Garou’s finger. Garou ignored the clamp of teeth and instead pressed his middle finger into Sonic’s mouth as well, pressing his two digits down on Sonic’s tongue.
“Desperate already,” Garou mumbled. He raised his gaze to lock with Sonic’s, arching a single brow as the ninja sucked on his fingers.
In truth, Sonic was desperate. It had been at least two weeks since his last meeting with Garou. Sonic had never been left as spent and satisfied as he had after Garou had finished with him. He would never admit that out loud, but Garou seemed to know that. Why else would he be rendering Sonic voiceless?
“Hm,” Garou mused, running his piercing gaze over Sonic’s body as he pressed his pelvis against Sonic’s hips to keep the ninja there. Not that Sonic was going to unwrap his legs from around Garou’s waist any time soon. “If I devour you here, you will have to be quiet. You are not very good at that.”
Sonic bit down on Garou’s fingers again, a silent rebuttal to younger’s words. Garou growled, forcing his fingers down Sonic’s throat to force the ninja to gag around them. He smirked at that, an expression that sent another tremor through the insides of Sonic’s thighs.
“What a delicious noise,” Garou said, tilting his head to the side as his smirk widened. “I’d like to hear what it sounds like when you’re choking on something bigger.”
Sonic tried to moan, but Garou’s fingers were still down his throat and all he could do was gag again. He shot a glare at Garou when he snickered.
“On your knees.”
Garou removed his fingers from Sonic’s mouth and immediately the man was kneeling in front of the Hero Hunter, grasping at the loose pants and yanking them down the muscular thighs. Garou made no comment about Sonic’s eagerness, something Sonic was thankful for. He let out a soft gasp when Garou’s fully erect cock hit his cheek. Each new time Sonic saw it, he could swear it had grown in size. What the hell was this kid eating?
“Want to grab your phone and take a picture or something?” Garou asked, voice laced with sarcasm.
That wasn’t a bad idea, actually. Before Garou could stop him, Sonic had his phone out and was snapping a photo for later. Visuals always helped when he was alone.
“I wasn’t being--” Garou started, only to cut himself off when Sonic took all of his cock in at once. Sonic looked up at the younger man, hollowing out his cheeks while he pushed his face forward until his nose was tickled by the dark hair at Garou’s navel.
Fisting a hand in Sonic’s hair, Garou held the ninja’s head still as he thrusted his hips forward. He bared his teeth and clenched his eyes shut as he fucked Sonic’s mouth, shoving his cock down Sonic’s throat with each thrust. Sonic could only grasp at Garou’s hips, his nails digging into the taut flesh as he choked. It burned his throat and brought tears to his eyes to be handled like this, but even more apparent was the unbearable hardness of his cock trapped in his damn bodysuit. He couldn’t do anything about it now and that only made it more enjoyable. Sonic had ensured his own demise by dressing this way.
Garou groaned, a deep, throaty noise that made Sonic’s hips buck forward on instinct. He couldn’t even rub himself against anything, he’d surely go insane like this. Saliva gathered in his mouth and dripped down his chin and down his neck. Dragging his nails down Garou’s hips hard enough to draw blood, Sonic moaned only to choke again as Garou’s cock was thrust down his throat.
Just when Sonic thought he might actually suffocate from Garou’s wide girth, said man removed his cock from Sonic’s mouth and dragged Sonic to his feet. They didn’t kiss -- they rarely kissed -- but Garou looked at Sonic like he might’ve wanted to. It made Sonic feel an odd sort of queasy that he wasn’t accustomed to and he reached out to grasp the base of Garou’s length to distract from it. Garou was hard and big enough that Sonic’s fingers just barely managed to wrap around his size. He stroked him hard and fast, staring as precum leaked from the tip.
Garou allowed this for just a short time before he was spinning Sonic by the shoulders and shoving him up against the wall. Sonic moaned, grinding himself against the hard brick because, damn it, it was some sort of friction. Garou watched Sonic and the ninja could feel his burning gaze on his back as he rutted against the disgusting surface. He wondered for a moment if Garou was going to waste time with stripping him down properly, but was rectified of that thought when Garou reached out and ripped away the tight fabric that covered Sonic’s ass. Sonic gasped at the cool air that spilled over his bare ass and gave a wanton moan when Garou stuck three slicked up fingers in his tight hole all at once.
“F-fuck! You need to cut your fucking nails, ah,” Sonic whined even as he rolled his hips back against Garou’s fingers.
Garou grunted and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of Sonic’s nape, making the ninja cry out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.
“I knew being quiet would be too difficult for you,” Garou said, running his tongue over Sonic’s neck. “I can fix that.”
Removing his fingers from Sonic’s ass, Garou took the scarf from around Sonic’s neck and shoved part of it into Sonic’s mouth before tying it behind his head. He chuckled at the way Sonic shivered and arched his back so his ass was touching Garou’s exposed cock. Licking over his lips, Garou took the tie from the waist of his own pants and used it to bind Sonic’s wrists together. He laughed under his breath when he admired his finished work, running a single finger down Sonic’s shuddering spine.
“Much better,” Garou spoke into Sonic’s ear.
He pulled Sonic’s hips back against his own, rubbing the length of his cock between the cleft of the older’s ass before he aligned himself and pushed inside. Sonic’s cries of pleasure were muffled by his scarf and he could only flex his fingers as his chest scraped against the brick wall. Garou pounded his hips deep into Sonic’s tight warmth, utilizing his inhuman strength to fuck Sonic hard enough to make the ninja’s knees weak. He was working his hips hard enough to bring tears to Sonic’s eyes. Sonic screamed each time his prostate was rammed against, sounds muffled by the purple scarf stuffed in his mouth.
Sonic could feel himself leaking precum from the unbearable confines of his bodysuit. Garou had ripped the material, but only enough to let his ass breathe. The crotch area was still fully intact. Sonic whimpered against the purple fabric, dark spots damp with his saliva.
Garou didn’t stop or pay any mind to the soft noises, which Sonic was thankful for. He didn’t need the younger male patronizing him on top of fucking him so aggressively. As his chest scraped against the brick and his thighs shook and he came hard untouched from the repeated assault on his prostate, Sonic couldn’t help but think that Garou really was a human monster. His teeth and nails drew blood over Sonic’s body, leaving new scars amongst the countless others that covered every inch of his skin. Garou still didn’t let up even after Sonic clenched his ass around his cock.
He must have known that Sonic came from the way he snickered against Sonic’s neck and reached down to squeeze the inside of Sonic’s thigh. Hooking his arm under Sonic’s knee to lift his leg, Garou pressed his free hand flat against Sonic’s back and pinned him there as he fucked into him even harder. Sonic screamed, choking on the sound soon after he made it. Garou didn’t seem to tire or near his climax -- he seemed to only grow hungrier with each thrust of his strong hips. He pounded his cock so hard into Sonic’s ass that Sonic’s vision started to blur, the edges going hazy. It was so good; no one had ever fucked Sonic like this. No one had ever left Sonic so blissed out and satisfied.
It was then that Garou moved the hand that pressed against Sonic’s back to reach between the ninja’s thighs. He used his nails to rip the bodysuit more, tearing away at the black fabric until Sonic’s cock was free from its restraints. Sonic shuddered, arching his back and pressing his forehead against the wall just to give him leverage to push his ass back into one of Garou’s thrusts.
Sonic heard Garou curse under his breath, and then he was coming, filling Sonic’s ass until cum was spurting down his thighs as they shook. Out of pure reflex, Sonic clenched his ass to try to keep the juices inside, bound fingers clenching around each other behind his back.
“I knew that scarf would come in handy one day,” Garou said, breathless and just cheeky enough to let Sonic know he was smirking.
Garou pulled out then, leaving Sonic whimpering at the sudden emptiness. It wasn’t good. He missed the monster’s cock already.
“I’m not ready to untie you yet.” Garou chuckled, setting Sonic’s leg down.
He crouched behind the ninja, placing one hand against the small of Sonic’s back while the other bullied the older’s thighs apart. Garou grasped both of Sonic’s asscheeks, then spread them to watch as his cum leaked out of Sonic’s ass and down his thighs. He licked over his lips, then slowly licked Sonic’s thighs and ass clean. He bit down on Sonic’s cheek, making the ninja buck his hips and moan around the scarf.
“Such a shame I can’t hear you,” Garou mused, dragging his tongue slowly over the valley of Sonic’s ass. “I really do like the way you scream my name.”
He chuckled as he turned Sonic’s hips to examine the ninja’s front. Sonic’s own cum dirtied the area, making Garou tilt his head and give a flash of teeth. He hooked one of Sonic’s thighs over his shoulder and slowly bit his way toward Sonic’s cock. The touch of his teeth to Sonic’s length was faint, barely there, but it had Sonic quivering anyway. Garou tore more of the body suit’s fabric away, ripping at it until all of Sonic’s most previous areas were completely exposed.
“You should wear your suit like this more often,” Garou said with a devilish smirk. “It fits you much better.”
Garou gave a single kiss -- the first kiss of the evening -- to Sonic’s inner thigh, then stood and went about untying Sonic. He released Sonic’s hands first and spent much more time on the scarf, as if that was exponentially more difficult to untie. Sonic knew he was just being a brat and didn’t want to hear whatever Sonic had to say.
When he was finally free of his bindings, however, Sonic didn’t say anything. He merely shoved Garou onto his back and straddled his hips, both movements a little wobbly from the earlier loss of function in his legs.
“Hm?” Garou said, smirking up at Sonic. “You want more? Here? In this dirty alleyway?”
Sonic clicked his tongue as he reached behind himself to squeeze Garou’s cock. “Shut up. I’m done with you when I say I’m done with you, brat.”
Garou laughed at that, reaching to grope at Sonic’s thighs, hips, and ass. When the younger was finally hard again, Sonic wasted no time in seating himself on his length. His head tilted back and he let out a pleased gust of breath when he was filled, circling his hips absently to adjust to the size again.
“You gonna be able to keep quiet?” Garou asked.
Sonic looked down at Garou, the bastard, and saw he was lounging with both arms behind his head. Sonic glared at him, licking over his lips as he lifted and dropped his hips in one quick motion. In truth, the action almost knocked the wind clear from Sonic’s lungs, it felt so damn good. But Garou couldn’t know that.
“Fuck off,” Sonic said. “I don’t have to keep quiet.”
Sonic was not an exhibitionist, but he would ride Garou’s cock on live television if it meant he got to feel this good.
Garou snickered, his gaze traveling down to where Sonic’s hips were slowly building up a rhythm over his length. Sonic was still gaining back the strength in his legs, but he recovered quickly, and when he did he left no room for complaints. He bounced hard on Garou’s cock, letting out soft mewls and quiet whimpers each time the length reached deep enough. He moved fast, as he liked to do, and soon he had his head thrown back with his hands resting on Garou’s knees while he fucked himself on Garou’s fat cock.
Sonic babbled, muttering quiet praises for Garou and even himself.
“S-shit I’m so good,” he whispered as his movements lead Garou’s cock to hitting his prostate.
“You’re so fucking big,” he moaned, adjusting his position again so he could lock gazes with Garou.
The younger didn’t lounge anymore. His forehead was damp with sweat and his eyes glazed over with a hunger that only inspired Sonic to move faster, drop his hips harder over Garou’s cock. Then, just like he wanted, Garou planted his feet on the ground so he could thrust up into Sonic while Sonic slammed his hips down. With Garou’s grip tight on his waist, Sonic saw stars with each thrust until he thought he’d gone blind. He hadn’t realized it, but he was screaming, too. Screaming Garou’s name and chanting “yes, yes, fuck me harder, yes, just like that, yes,” over and over until his voice gave out entirely. Even when his mouth hung agape, Sonic didn’t stop, and his intense gaze demanded that Garou not stop either.
They kept at it, fucking like animals in the dirty alleyway until they both came again. Sonic over both their chests and Garou in Sonic’s ass. When they came down from the highs of their second orgasms, the two panted and stared at each other for a long while. If anyone had heard them, they’d been smart enough not to approach.
“Did you lose your voice?” Garou asked. Sonic couldn’t decide if he was being cheeky or genuinely curious.
Sonic shrugged, licking over his lips as he leaned forward to whisper into Garou’s ear. “If I did, it’ll be back soon enough…” He gave a suggestive look to the younger, who might have gulped if Sonic’s eyes weren’t deceiving him.
“Back after a shower, then,” Garou said with a smirk, giving a single smack to Sonic’s ass.
Sonic gave a smile of his own, the wide one he usually only showed when in battle. He covered his mouth quickly, regained his composure, then leaned down to bite at Garou’s neck. “You can fuck me in the shower, too. In fact, I expect you to.”
Garou laughed as Sonic hefted himself into a standing position, cum dripping down his thighs again.
It was a nice laugh, despite the foreboding ache in Sonic’s hips. Garou was, without a doubt, the most dangerous situation Sonic could have ever given in to.