Work Text:
At its core, it's humiliating.
Embarrassing.
Mortifying.
And Shadow is regretting giving Sonic a key to his apartment, because, curled up on the couch in layers and blankets, Shadow listens to Sonic's muffled greeting from behind the door, and watches his deadbolt unlock, almost in slow motion, almost enough time, even, for Shadow to bury his head under the blankets and pretend no one is home.
Too late.
Sonic shoves the door open- he's grinning, bright and happy and blue, and Shadow fucking hates him.
Shadow beans him in the face with a throw pillow.
Sonic splutters, "Hey!" He clings to the pillow, softly flushed and flustered, frowning, "What was that for? I haven't seen you in ages, and the first thing you do is- okay, actually, throwing somethin' at me is pretty normal, I guess."
Sonic kicks off his shoes, huffing and muttering, shutting the door and locking it, still fucking talking- "Rouge said I should come see you, said you'd love to see me- which is pretty standard, anyway, but she made it seem urgent or somethin', so, here I am."
Sonic turns away from the door, and does a silly pose.
Shadow might be more in the mood for his antics if he wasn't so annoyed. "Rouge was wrong. Fuck off."
Sonic snorts, arms dropping, "Geez, you're grumpy. C'mon, not even a little kiss?" His eyebrows bounce, infuriatingly.
Shadow doesn't want him getting any closer- closer, and he might see, and then he'll never fucking leave. But if Shadow doesn't give him anything- "Ugh. Fine. Get your kiss and leave."
Sonic lights up, beaming, "Great!" And trots across the room, happy as can be.
Shadow is sick with it. He tilts his chin up, obligingly, for Sonic's kiss, and Sonic bends at the waist to apply it, gentle on Shadow's mouth. Shadow can't help it- never can- he sighs, soft, shoulders relaxing, just a bit, with Sonic's grass-green scent, fresh and bright.
Sonic's eyes squint, apple-bright and pleased, "See? Just needed a kiss."
Shadow says, anyway, "Didn't I tell you to get out?"
"Mm, when have I ever listened to you?" Good point. Shadow should have expected this.
"Okay, well, listen to me now. Fuck off."
Sonic flops onto the couch next to him, and Shadow groans. Hunches his shoulders, as if that'll help, what with the way Sonic, as always, drags his eyes across Shadow's form- tracks every curve and angle, like he can memorize it, brand it to his brain forever.
It's nauseating.
Shadow cannot fucking stand it. "Stop looking at me."
"It's only lookin', princess." Sonic is too used to Shadow's complaints, by now- Shadow bites his lip and looks away.
He can see Sonic's head, tilt, curiosity on his stupid blue face, more intently scanning Shadow, "You hurt or something? You're actin' more uh," Sonic motions, with one paw, "Y'know."
"I don't know," Shadow snips, "And I'd like you to leave."
Sonic rolls his eyes, rolls, immediately, to hover next to Shadow on the couch, balanced on his knees, too close, too close, and Shadow leans away, nervous, Sonic says, "Geez, am I annoyin' you that much?"
Shadow breaths hard through his nose, "If I say yes, will you leave?"
Sonic shrugs, eyes dragging down Shadow's body, and Shadow realizes he's dropped his arms, goes to drag his blanket back up, but Sonic says, "Huh, are you-"
Shadow shoves his face away.
Sonic grins, eyes crinkled, "Say, you're lookin' awfully curvy, what's that about?"
Fuck.
He noticed.
"Shut the fuck up."
Sonic says, "Uh-huh, so you do have tits now."
Shadow groans, "What can I do to make you go away."
Sonic says, "Can I see 'em?"
"No."
Sonic scootches forward again, into Shadow's space, and Shadow hisses at him, and Sonic just grins, bright in the face of Shadow's rage, "Pretty please? C'mon, this is temporary, right? Or you'd be pissed, and, y'know, doin' something about it, but instead you're all hidden away. Am I right?"
He is.
That doesn't mean squat, though.
Shadow says, slowly and regrettably, "If I let you see, will you go away?"
"Maybe… Can I catch a feel?"
Shadow huffs. He doesn't even want to look himself. "I'd rather you didn't, this is humiliating."
Sonic smiles, soft, "It ain't that bad, Shads."
It was, and it was worse, it was awful, and embarrassing, and frankly his chest hurt, and at least if Sonic was getting his stupid dick hard Shadow could get something out of it, maybe. "Fine. If you keep kissing me."
Sonic beams, "Heck yes, pucker up, buttercup."
Shadow rolls his eyes, and Sonic slides a thigh over his lap, cups Shadow's cheeks, and kisses him enthusiastically- it's lovely, and soothing, and Shadow slumps into his touch, lets Sonic coax his mouth open, to nudge his tongue against Shadow's lips, teasing against his fangs. Shadow lets his protective stance drop, unhappily loops his arms around Sonic's waist, instead, knows it exposes his chest- the swollen mound of it, hidden under his sweater, rounded out in reaction to those awful things he and Rouge had run into.
Temporary was right, a few days, maybe- a reaction, uncommon, but not rare. Rouge had it worse, technically, but Shadow had never had this much weight on his chest, and it bounced when he walked, and it pressed out on his sweater, and his nipples hurt.
Shadow whines into Sonic's mouth, unhappy, and Sonic laughs softly, nips his lip, murmurs, "Easy there, princess, I'll get to it."
Not what Shadow meant, but regardless, Sonic kisses him again, firm and comforting, shifting a hand off his cheek to cup the back of his neck to angle him, Sonic pulls away enough for them to breathe, panting against Shadow's open mouth, and then Sonic presses in for more.
Shadow barely notices when Sonic's hand slips off his cheek, but he definitely notices when it settles, cupping his chest, the new swell, sending fresh burning heat through his cheeks, and Sonic moans.
Sonic pulls away to whisper, "Damn, Shadow, these are nice."
Shadow jerks his head away with a whimper- it's hard to think with the heat in his head, the embarrassment, it's so fucking stupid, why-
Sonic pinches his nipple, just a bit, through the sweater, and Shadow squeaks, squeezes his eyes tighter shut, and Sonic huffs a laugh.
Sonic leans away, hand slipping off of Shadow's neck, and Shadow leans back- it doesn't help, he can tell instantly, it curves his spine, and his- chest, curves into Sonic's palm, and Sonic groans, places both hands on Shadow's chest, and Shadow bites his lip hard enough it bleeds.
It makes his chest hurt, just a bit, and Sonic hums, absently bounces his chest, like he's weighing the tits, measuring them, and Shadow pins his ears down, hunches his shoulders- can't pull further away, with the couch behind him, and he shudders, trapped under Sonic's weight.
Sonic leans in, then, groping him crudely and roughly, so Shadow gasps, soft, and Sonic murmurs, "C'mon, what happened to kissin' me?"
A distraction. Shadow needs it.
He turns and kisses him, and Sonic makes a pleased sound into his mouth, laps at his tongue, the roof of his mouth, and Shadow is sensitive- under Sonic's hands, beneath his thighs and his rough mouth, and Sonic licks at the bloody mark in Shadow's lip and Shadow whimpers.
Sonic squeezes his tits, and Shadow tries and fails to jerk away, stopped by the couch back, and Sonic laughs, "Easy, easy, we're just havin' fun."
Shadow is so embarrassed his eyes are burning. He has to squeeze them tighter, try to suppress the tears. It's not helped by Sonic readjusting his grip on his chest to squeeze differently, squeeze his tits together and apart, and Shadow whines again.
Sonic tries to kiss him, and Shadow turns away, earning a laugh- Sonic just hums, "Alrighty, if you- if uh, huh."
Shadow hunches his shoulders. He doesn't want to know. He wants Sonic to go away already.
Sonic says, low, "I wanna take your sweater off."
It's hard to talk- his throat is gummed up, stuck with a rock lodged in it, he swallows it down, "No."
Sonic snickers, "Sorry, wasn't actually asking."
Shadow yelps- Sonic shoves his hands below the blanket to grasp the hem of his sweater, and Shadow tries to grab it, turning- he fails, hissing as Sonic shoves it up over his head, moans at the sight of Shadow's chest- Shadow knows, sort of, how it looks, but he couldn't stand the sight, hasn't examined himself in depth, and he makes no move to fully remove the sweater- would rather hide, honestly.
Sonic thumbs at his chest, and Shadow whimpers as he paws his nipples, thumbs scraping over them- it aches, Shadow is so sensitive, and he can feel them harden under Sonic's touch- and Sonic moans softly, "Holy crap, Shads. You seein' this? I guess not, hang on."
No, no no- he doesn't want to see, can't-
Sonic wrestles the sweater off, despite Shadow's complaints, and Shadow bites his lip, Sonic thumbing at his eye, soft.
Sonic says, "Hey, c'mon, just a peek."
No.
"C'monnn, it's hot."
No.
"Please?"
Shadow opens his eyes. It's hard to see- blurry through unshed tears, and Sonic hisses at the sight, and Shadow knows his idiot pervert dick is hard over it, but Sonic cups his spare paw under Shadow's tit, and bounces it, says, low, "C'mon, look."
Shadow looks.
It's exactly as he expected- the stupid weight of the enlarged fat of his chest, resting heavy and round in Sonic's palm, his swollen nipple, flushed red from Sonic fucking with it, Sonic's fingers digging, just slightly, into the meat of it. They flex, just slightly, while Shadow watches.
Sonic murmurs, low, "Watch."
Watch Sonic, being a Goddamned pervert?
Sonic squeezes, pressure around his nipple, and Shadow whines, pitchy- it hurts, and it feels good, and he can't-
Milk leaks out of nipple, dribbling down Sonic's paw, and Sonic groans, again.
Shadow squeezes his eyes shut.
No.
Sonic laughs, soft, "Alright, you don't gotta watch, but man, they must hurt, huh?"
Shadow swallows, again, "What?"
Sonic leans in, breath tickling Shadow's ear, "They must hurt," He repeats, "Being all swollen with milk like this."
Shadow whimpers.
Sonic continues, ignoring his distress, "They're so heavy, you just need to be milked, huh? That'll help, I bet."
"Go away."
Sonic snickers, "Aw, but I can help- y'know, maybe you just don't realize it, that's alright, I can fix that."
No, no no-
Sonic shifts down, quick, and seals his mouth around Shadow's nipple, and Shadow squeals- kicks out, tangled in the blanket it doesn't do anything, and he clings to Sonic's head, panting aloud, has to open his eyes to look down-
Sonic looks up, mouth suckling around his tit, and Shadow can feel every swipe of his tongue, painful on his aching, swollen nipple, can feel the gush of milk, encouraged by every squeeze of Sonic's paw, and Sonic moans softly.
Shadow pants, struggles to talk- his cunt aches, he realizes, and he squeezes his thighs together- "Stop- Sonic, stop it-" he squeezes his eyes shut, again, shakes apart under Sonic's mouth.
Sonic pulls off of his tit with a wet, sucking pop, and Shadow gasps, and Sonic groans, "Damn, you taste amazing, Shadow."
Shadow's face burns.
Sonic says, low, "It'd be so cruel of me, to leave your other pretty tit neglected, huh?"
No no no-
Sonic sucks Shadow's other nipple into his mouth, moaning the whole way, and Shadow struggles minutely, unable to pull away, still pinned down against the couch, and his back arches, Shadow cries out, struggling under the paws groping and squeezing his tits, Sonic's tongue hurts, rasping like sandpaper against his too sensitive nipple, aching and swollen, milk gushing into Sonic's mouth and Sonic swallows it down greedily, messily slurping it up, suckles wetly with his tongue and his eager mouth.
Sonic pulls away, again, panting, takes his hands to both Shadow's tits, absently thumbs his nipples, and Shadow fails in his attempts to wriggle away, whimpering at the sting, his tits hurt, aching and swollen and round in Sonic's paws.
Sonic groans, again, "Shit, you're leakin'- all'a that sweet milk is goin' to waste, I can't have that."
Shadow says, "Wait, Sonic-"
Sonic ignore him to latch on, once more, and Shadow squeezes his eyes shut and bangs his head into the couch back, body arched and crying out, meaningless pleading that he can't find words to put to, and Sonic groans in his lap, pressed to his chest, massaging his sore breast with his paws.
Shadow can't, it's too much, and he shakes his head, sobs, then, freely, tears he'd been fighting finally breaking free to drip down his face, and he trembles with it, he can feel his pussy leaking freely into the blankets, soaked with need and hungry for it, and Sonic sucks harder on his tit when he cries, moaning low and hungry, and Shadow is so, so close.
It hurts, he needs, he can't-
Sonic pops wetly off his tit, milk splattering Shadow's chest and stomach as it dribbles out, and Sonic groans, shifts to suck the other one, and fuck, fuck, Shadow can't-
Shadow clings to Sonic's head and curls in, wailing, choking on his tears and the throbbing of his cunt, the needy pump of his clit, mushed between his thighs, Sonic's focus on his over-sensitive throbbing nipples, on Sonic's work, milking his needy tits.
Sonic groans, shifts back, only enough to speak, lips brushing Shadow's painful nipples, "Shit, Shads, did you cum?"
Shadow whines pathetically. His face hurts, his throat hurts, his chest aches.
Sonic massages his chest absently, humming, and Shadow sniffles.
Sonic pulls away, and Shadow makes a sound of loss before he can help it, and Sonic laughs, "Aw, baby, you really like me suckin' your tits, huh?"
"Shut up." It comes out raspy and mumbled, and Shadow swallows again.
Shadow cracks an eye open, to watch Sonic admire his chest, bouncing his tits in his palms- that hurts, too, and Shadow whines, making Sonic look up, grinning.
Sonic says, "You know you cryin' makes my dick hard."
"Shut up." That's better- sharper and angrier.
Sonic snickers, squeezes and- Shadow turns away, flushed at the sight of his milk leaking over Sonic's paws, already sticky with the sweet fluid.
Sonic obnoxiously slurps it off his hand, says, "Can I fuck you? I'd love to fuck your tits, but-"
"No."
"-Yeah, figured. But I bet you really want a dick in you right now, huh?"
Shadow bites his lip. His cunt does ache- clenching around nothing, and his clit throbs between his thighs. It's stupid. It's humiliating. Sonic is such a piece of shit.
Shadow mumbles, "Fuck off."
"I'll take that as a yes." Sonic wastes no time in tugging the blanket away from Shadow's lap, and Shadow doesn't resist when he pries Shadow's thighs apart- Shadow only stifles a moan, at the feeling of his cunt opening, the cool air soothing on his sore clit. Sonic groans, "You're so wet, holy crap."
Shadow chews on his lip, Sonic adjusting Shadow to his liking, before tugging Shadow down the couch, and Shadow huffs, on his back- it makes his tits shift, obnoxiously there and heavy on his ribcage, and Sonic pins his legs to either side, pressing his tits in, and Shadow turns his head away, shivering as Sonic grinds his cock against Shadow's pussy, wet and hungry, and it makes his clit jump every time Sonic slides alongside it.
Sonic sighs faintly, "Mm, you feel great, Shads."
Shadow says, "Pervert."
Shadow can't see- but he knows Sonic is grinning stupid and rude, and Sonic shifts to line up with his hole, and Shadow holds his breath- Sonic thrusts in, hard, and Shadow's breath leaves him in a rush, in a moan, wet and helpless.
Sonic groans.
Sonic shuffles on his feet, readjusting, and before Shadow can get pissy and ask him what the fuck he's doing, he ducks down, and his hungry mouth finds Shadow's nipple again, and Shadow gasps.
It stings- sharp and pleasing, and Shadow arches into it with a whine, desperate and aching, and Sonic groans into his chest, suckling harshly and aggressively, and it stings and hurts, his nipple must be so red, now, and Sonic nibbles, just enough for Shadow to yelp, and then Sonic starts to thrust-
Shadow orgasms again, just like that, white bursting behind his eyelids and Shadow makes a sound, dizzy and wailing, and his thighs spasm, muscles tensing and loosing and he struggles, minutely under Sonic's grip.
Sonic only digs his claws into Shadow's thighs, pinned to Shadow's chest, and suckles on his tit harder.
Shadow must be messy with milk- he can feel his free tit leaking, dribbling down his chest and staining his blankets, and Shadow sobs, shaking and overwhelmed, every thrust into his cunt hurts, too deep and and too fast, sharp aches in his lower back, and it feels so good.
Sonic tongue swipes across his raw nipple again, and Shadow strugglingly reaches for his head, and pulls helplessly.
Sonic pulls off, finally, tugging on Shadow's nipple with his teeth and lips and Shadow squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers, pained and sensitive, and Sonic moans.
Sonic says, low, "You good?"
It hurts.
Shadow adjusts his grip on Sonic's head, and tugs him down to his less abused tit, where it leaks milk down the curve of his tit, freely dripping down his ribs.
Sonic moans, and latches on instantly, and Shadow whimpers.
He shifts his paw off of Shadow's thigh, takes to abusing Shadow's tit again, now it's free of his mouth, and Shadow sobs, squirms under him.
Sonic pulls on his nipple, sucking hard so it gushes on his tongue, lapping at his swollen nipple, full of milk, and eagerly presses his face into it, mushing his nose into the round breast, and Shadow struggles, grips his quills and chokes on it.
Fuck, fuck.
Sonic pinches his nipple, wet with milk, tongue lathing across the other, and Shadow orgasms hard, brain stuttering and vision whiting out fully, and Shadow loses his grip on Sonic.
He comes to shaking, Sonic lapping loose at his nipple, tiny drips of milk for him to collect, hips grinding lazily inside his cunt, and Shadow groans, aching and sore.
Sonic says, "Hey, there you are. Think you can take one more?"
Shadow tries to move his hands- finds them tingling with aftershocks, half numb and shaking, and drops them back to the couch, "I hate you."
"Sure, sure. It's crazy hot seeing you cum when I milk your tits, though."
"I hate you."
Shadow cracks an eye open- Sonic is grinning, face stained creamy with the milk he's missed, dribbles down his peachy chest. With Shadow watching, tear-stained and dripping with it, Sonic thrusts once hard, and Shadow hisses out, aching.
His cunt hurts, he can feel Sonic's cock, still hard and digging deep inside him.
Shadow exhales, "Can you just finish already?"
Sonic snickers, "Only if I can get one more outta you."
Ugh.
"Fine."
Sonic cheers, and ducks to suck on his tit again, messy and rough, and Shadow whines- but he keeps his eyes open, blinking away wet tears, watching Sonic's eyes flutter, moan vibrating through his chest while Sonic hunts what milk remains, sucking firmly and painfully on Shadow's nipple, tongue lapping aggressively, like he's sucking Shadow's clit, and Shadow squirms, panting.
Sonic starts up thrusting, again, short quick things that sooth his aching pussy, and Shadow manages to lift his hands to cling to Sonic's quills, holding him in place on his aching breast, and Sonic squeezes his thigh and his chest- though Shadow thinks there's nothing left, in that tit.
Sonic must agree, because he pulls off wetly, moaning, and nothing but spit remains, slick and shiny on his sore nipple, and Sonic lets Shadow lead him to his other abused breast, tiny trickles of milk still dribbling down his chest, and Sonic laps at the lines of it, sucks his nipple into his hot mouth.
Shadow drops his head back with a moan, pain-pleasure mixing hot and sticky in his stomach, and he wriggles, needy for more and unable to articulate it, shaking apart with every lap of Sonic's hungry tongue.
He can't- he can't orgasm from Sonic's mouth, he can't, his tits are empty, and they hurt, and his cunt is so needy.
Shadow hisses, says, low, "Fuck."
Sonic pulls off with a noisy, humiliating pop, spit the only remainder of fluid there, grinning, "Yeah? Thought that's what I was doin'."
Shadow hesitates- lets his head go, to grab Sonic's groping paw, squeezing his tit, and Sonic tilts his head.
Shadow-
Shadow shoves Sonic's paw between them, down to their hips, his swollen, aching clit, and Sonic groans, murmurs, "Yeah?"
His fingers wiggle along Shadow's mound, and Shadow bites his lip, sniffles, presses his hand further- Sonic doesn't budge, only massaging just above his clit- above where he needs it- fucking asshole.
Shadow says, "Sonic-"
"Yeees?"
Shadow squeezes his eyes shut. "Touch my clit, plea-ah!"
Sonic wastes no time, and his clit pulses against Sonic's paw, and it feels so good, and it's too much, Shadow can't, he can't, fuck- and Sonic ducks to suckle his abused and swollen nipple, sucking like there's more to milk, and there isn't, but Shadow can't-
Shadow's back arches, pressing his chest into Sonic's mouth, and his mouth drops open, silent scream, shaking and trembling, and he can feel Sonic groan into his tit, never ceasing his sucking, and Sonic's thrusts stutter, slow, before he buries himself deep, and hot cum floods Shadow's cunt.
Shadow whines.
He struggles to relax, every inch of his skin hyper-sensitive, alert to Sonic's fur brushing his, and Sonic's still hard cock, and the tongue still lazily lapping at his tit.
Shadow sobs.
Sonic moans again, hips rocking.
Shadow can't move-
Sonic finally, finally releases his nipple, moaning aloud, soft.
Shadow's tits ache, sore from the abuse.
Sonic says, "Gaia, you look- somethin' else, I'll say."
Shadow sniffles, "Asshole."
Sonic tuts, "Now now, d'ya want me to help you shower, or not? Be nice."
"Dickhead."
Sonic only laughs.
It takes some wiggling, and Sonic refuses to slip out of Shadow's abused pussy, but he finally gets Shadow into his arms, and Shadow slumps, exhausted, over his shoulder- it's uncomfortable, his nibbled and swollen tits rubbing into Sonic's chest fur, rough on his nipples, and Sonic's dick shifts with every step he takes.
Sonic drags him into the shower, and turns it on- they both hiss uncomfortably at the initial blast of cold, but it heats fast, and Sonic sinks down to the floor of the tub, groaning.
Sonic says, "You doin' okay?"
Shadow sniffs wetly, "I'm fine, just pissed."
He is, admittedly, more exhausted than pissed, at this point.
Sonic drags his hands up and down Shadow's spine, soothing, gentle petting. Shadow moans faintly, worn out. Sonic tugs on his shoulders, and Shadow clings helplessly, whines again, freely, even as Sonic pushes him away, Shadow sits up in his lap, sniffling.
Sonic looks hip up, and down, observing his new tits, curving down his chest and dripping water- Shadow knows Sonic, knows how he thinks- Shadow shakes his head, minute.
Sonic reaches for his tits, again, and Shadow squirms- not enough strength in his limbs, to pull away, to remove himself from the hard cock in his cunt pinning him down. Sonic is gentle, though- strokes his breasts gently, thumbs coaxing across Shadow's aching nipples, it stings, but Sonic stays gentle and soft, just feeling him, hefting the weight.
Shadow wriggles unhappily, and Sonic groans, softly, Sonic says, "I could cum again just like this."
Shadow sighs, "Do whatever, I'm too tired to stop you."
Sonic takes it as the permission it is- tilts forward in the spray to nuzzle between Shadow's tits, and Shadow absentmindedly pets his quills, twitching at the soreness, the shift and bounce of his tits as Sonic starts to rock his hips, minuscule thrusts that bounce him, just slightly.
Sonic shifts his mouth along the curve of his tit, nosing through the fur, til his soft lips brush Shadow's nipple again, and Shadow hisses, pained, but Sonic is gentle- mouthing softly and just barely sucking, suckling soft and wet, broad strokes of his tongue slow and gentle.
Shadow clutches his head, tilts his head up into the spray and sighs- it's impossible to relax, a struggle to settle into the spark of pleasure Sonic's motions bring, one of Sonic's paws slipping down then to his swollen clit.
Shadow rocks into the touch- it's good, and he wiggles his head to let the shower wash the tears away, panting openly into the spray, whining as Sonic slips off his tit to freely abuse his other, lapping at the hard nipple.
Sonic groans, latches on to suck, though Shadow is dry, no more milk for him to drink, just sucking, licking for the pleasure of it, the weight of it against his face, and Shadow whines quietly.
Shadow's orgasm is slow, a trembling that starts in his calves and fills his thighs, shakes through his stomach and leaves his whining aloud into the shower, echoing off the tiles-
Sonic finishes right after him, moaning open-mouthed against Shadow's nipple.
Shadow goes limp, and Sonic grunts to catch him, slumped over Sonic's shoulder.
Sonic pets him soothingly, huffing faintly, "Alright, alright, I'm done. I'll get you to bed."
Shadow moans faintly. He blinks water off his eyelashes.
Shadow is so tired.
Shadow sleeps through the shower- only wakes up when Sonic starts drying him off, towel scrubbing through his quills and fur, though when Shadow flinches from it near his chest, Sonic moves to slow strokes and pats, careful.
Sonic carries him through brushing his teeth, and getting into bed, and darts around shutting off lights and checking lock, and finally, finally, crawls into bed with Shadow.
Shadow's chest is still sore- he curls away, and Sonic snuggles into his back, looping an arm over his waist.
Shadow says, "Goodnight."
Sonic whispers, "It's good to have you back."
It leaves a warm, fuzzy heat spreading through his chest- a good kind, down in his ribcage.
Shadow sleeps on that.