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Sonic had to work 2 jobs to afford rent. During the weekdays, he worked at a big tech company, spending 9 hours a day cataloging data. And on the weekends he worked at a coffee shop, which gave him enough additional income to get by in this city.
His feet ached as he stood behind the barista counter. His stomach growled. He didn't get lunch today, because the rush overtook his lunch break, and nobody else was here to cover for him. The other weekend barista, Amy, called out sick.
He couldn't even snack because that was a food safety concern for the customers.
"Hello, welcome to Green Emerald Coffee, what can I get for you today?" Sonic asked customer after customer. The line was long. Longer than usual.
This was definitely fate telling him he didn't deserve the luxury of eating.
"Can I get a caramel latte with two pumps of peppermint?" Someone asked. Sounded absolutely disgusting, but he did it. He did everything every customer wanted from him, and he did it fast. His supervisor commended him for his speed, but didn't give him a raise.
He didn't deserve a raise. He didnt deserve anything but suffering, it seemed. The afternoon dragged on. Eventually a lull hit, a big enough lull to sit on a stool and snack on some of the strawberries he'd packed with his lunch. Enough to take the edge off.
The bell over the door dinged and Sonic was on his feet again. He found himself standing face to face with the hottest man he'd ever seen in his life.
He was tall. muscular. He was well dressed, wearing a crisp suit that fit the tapered contour of his body perfectly, that gorgeous triangular shape from broad shoulders and narrow hips. He had rich brown skin and black hair streaked with red. Sonic opened and closed his mouth like a fish, his usual greeting dying on his tongue because all he could think was gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous.
"H-hi," Sonic forced out. "Welcome."
"Black coffee. No cream, no sugar." His voice was gruff and demanding. The intensity of his stare made Sonic's stomach feel warm. This man clearly knew who he was and what he was worth. It wasn't just that this man was attractive — Sonic wanted this man to dominate him.
And he was eyeing Sonic up and down. Sonic saw in the corner of his eye as he made the drink. He stared at Sonic's chest, his waist, his ass.
Sonic wrote his number on the paper cup, then handed the man his drink. He noticed it immediately, staring at Sonic's handwriting. He stood there long enough to make Sonic's cheeks go red, embarrassed? Ashamed? Flustered? Turned on? Hard to say. But it was a clear sign of interest, and the man latched onto it.
The man dug through his pocket. He pulled out his wallet and rifled through it. Instead of a tip (of course he didn't tip), the man handed Sonic a hotel key card.
"When are you off?"
"7 tonight," Sonic said, his voice wobbly.
"8 o'clock. The Executive Suites on the corner of Abercromby and 3rd avenue. Penthouse. Let yourself in."
"O-oh," Sonic gasped. "Y-yeah. Sure."
The unbearably hot man left the shop. Now Sonic had to endure a few more hours of work before he had what he hoped was going to be the sexiest hookup in his life.A penthouse hotel room! Maybe this man was his ticket out of this two-job hell. Maybe he DID deserve a more comfortable life. He could marry rich. Be this man's trophy husband or whatever.
He floated through the rest of his shift and then closed up shop. The moment he locked the doors, he was running down the street to the hotel the hot guy had mentioned. It occurred to him that he was meeting a complete stranger in a private place, and he could very easily get murdered or something, but he was far too horny to care. The implication was not muder. A penthouse suite meant sex with a rich guy.
He rode the elevator up and swiped the key card at the door. He was early, it was only 7:30. He didn't care. He let himself into the suite and looked around letting out a low whistle. He'd never been in a hotel's penthouse before. While most other rooms were simple and small, this penthouse was huge! And full of the highest quality furniture! One of the walls was 100% glass, offering a great view of the city.
"Want something to drink?" A voice pulled his attention to where an entire bar counter was, beside which stood the man who'd invited him.
Oh, how the tables turned. Not long ago Sonic was serving drinks to him. Now, the other way around. Sonic couldn't help himself, he took the bait.
"What do you have?"
"Anything. What do you like?"
"Cocktails," Sonic said. He combed his fingers through his hair. Hopefully nothing was sticking up funny. The blue dye was starting to fade, giving way to blonde roots, he wished he had time to redye it.
"Margarita okay?" The man fished through his supplies and placed a tall glass on the counter.
"Perfect."
Sonic knew it was a bad idea to drink on an empty stomach. But he didn't want to say no. Will he regret it in the morning? Yes. But right now, he wanted to let loose. Have some fun. Make a connection with a sexy man who could pay his way through life.
He decided he probably didn't even need to marry. A sugar daddy situation would work too. Wait, could someone be a sugar daddy if they were the same age? This guy looked like he was probably in his early 30s. Definitely not old enough to be in 'daddy' territory.
The man mixed and poured the drink. Sonic took the glass and sipped on it. The coolness of the drink was refreshing. The man's hand found the small of his back, and Sonic shivered.
"So, penthouse, huh? You bring people here often?"
"I own it. Usually it's empty."
"So this isn't your crazy sex place. If I were rich, I'd have a sex place." The words spilled from his mouth. They weren't lies. He wasn't excited to tackle that with his addiction therapist.
"No. I usually come here to work when I need some privacy."
"But you brought me here."
"You caught my eye. You're a pretty little thing."
He rubbed Sonic's back. Sonic downed the rest of his drink. His rich companion poured him more without even asking. Filled the glass to the rim.
"So, what do you say?" He asked, his low voice sultry. "Want to spend the night with me?"
"Fuck, yes," Sonic said. He was already feeling the buzz from his drink. He couldn't stop himself from drinking more. He wanted to get utterly smashed. In more ways than one. A single relapse was okay, right? As long as it didn't become a habit?
"Good."
"Hey, um, before we do though, I should warn you, I'm—"
"I know."
"Huh?"
"I know you're transgender, Maurice. I know everything about you."
"Uh—" Sonic swallows thickly. "I go by Sonic, please. H-how do you—"
"Doesn't take much to look you up. You're a trans man, you're 26 years old, college dropout, your favorite food is chili dogs, and you live in the west side district."
That would have been creepy if Sonic didn't think this guy was hot as hell. Sonic finished his second round of the margarita and slammed the glass down on the bar. Before any more words could be exchanged, Sonic grabbed the man by the lapel and kissed him deeply.
The man grabbed Sonic by the waist firmly as their lips mashed together. Sonic pressed his whole body against him, putting pressure right against the man's hips. He couldn't help but moan softly into the kiss. The way the man kissed him was hungry and just as domineering as Sonic had hoped. His insides burned, and he could feel his underwear growing wet with slick.
The kiss broke.
"So who are you, then?" Sonic asked. Up close, this man was so much bigger than him. Taller and broader. Fuck, that was hot. "Who's name do I have the pleasure of screaming tonight?"
The man shivered. Good.
"Shadow," he whispered nipping Sonics ear.
"Mmm," Sonic moaned, trying the name out. "Shadow."
Sonic was very, very good at moaning. A shame he couldn't put that on his resumé. He knew exactly how to make his voice sound to catch a man's interest.
It worked, of course. Shadow grabbed him and pulled him along to the penthouse suite's bedroom. The room was big, housing the largest bed Sonic had ever seen.
"Undress," Shadow commanded. Sonic didn't need to be told twice. He peeled off his barista uniform piece by piece until he was standing naked before Shadow. Shadow eyed him up and down with a hungry, heated stare. He took in Sonic's small perky tits, which had been previously flattened by his chest binder. He eyed Sonic's hourglass shape, narrow at the waist wide at the hips. Sonic knew his body was a weapon. Designed to break men down to their most primal instincts.
Shadow was still fully clothed. He pushed Sonic onto the bed and climbed atop him. His hands wandered Sonic's bare skin. He leaned down and pressed his mouth against Sonic's chest, sucking on the soft bumps of skin. His tongue brushed over his nipple. Sonic gasped sharply.
Sonic toyed with the collar of Shadow's work shirt. Shadow swatted his hand away. Right now he didn't care about undressing himself, he just wanted to take in the view that was Sonic.
"The name Maurice," Shadow muttered.
"I picked that name in high school." Sonic said. "It’s my legal name but I never felt the best about it, Sonic feels better. Everyone at my office job calls me my legal name, though."
"You work an office job." Shadow kissed the underside of Sonic's breast. Rolled the other breast in his palm.
"For someone who claims to have researched everything about me in the few hours since we met…"
"I presumed you worked at the coffee shop full-time."
"What is this, a job interview? Is this your idea of foreplay?" Sonic teased. "I work 2 jobs."
"Pardon me," Shadow rolled his eyes, "Hard not to be curious about a pretty thing like you."
His hands wandered, feeling the soft skin leading down to Sonic's hips. Sonic's head spun, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the pleasure of being touched. Or both. It had been so long since he'd been touched like this.
Shadow's fingers toyed with Sonic's pussy, and Sonic gasped. His whole body tensed, every muscle flexing on full display for Shadow. He was somewhat self conscious of the fact that Shadow was fully clothed and he wasn't. He was a toy to this man. Eye candy. This wasn't a two-way rodeo.
It was weirdly hot actually. Being on full display for a man who refused to return the favor. Sonic knew what his worth was to this man. A quick fuck. A pet, maybe, to amuse himself with. Shadow was in every way bigger than him…bigger in stature, bigger in wealth, bigger in ego.
Shadow pressed his face into Sonic's chest. There wasn't much for him to bury himself in, Sonic was (thankfully) not well endowed. But he seemed to enjoy himself anyways, nuzzling Sonic's warm bosom, kissing and mouthing at his soft tits as his fingers dipped and curled inside Sonic's wanting cunt.
Sonic threw his head back and moaned. He gripped the bedsheets tightly, balling fabric into his fists. He'd fingered himself plenty of times in his life but it was always so much different when someone esle was doing it. When someone else was inside him.
"Shadow," Sonic moaned. "Fuck. Shit, yes."
"You like that?" Shadow asked. "Bit of a slut, aren't you?"
Sonic nodded. He wasn't going to deny it. He had rushed over here for a vague promise of sex with a complete stranger. Before he dropped out of college people spread rumors about him. Did you hear who Sonic slept with last week? Different guy than the week before — Someone was fucking him in the engineering building's bathroom — What a whore. He's not here to study, he's here to have sex with everyone in his dormitory. — I'm shocked he's not pregnant. He's trans, you know. He complains about having periods, so I know he's still got the equipment.
And he was easy, too. He was so easy. A sweet drink and a promise of a fun night was all he needed. It's been a few years since he'd spread his legs for someone, and it was an effortless habit to come back to.
Was it really any surprise that the drinking and sex was what forced him to drop out of school? He was failing his classes because he cared more about getting dicked down than calculus 101, he was too hung over to attend film studies. He hadn't even declared a major. He lost control of himself in college and he never quite got it back.
His therapist helped him. He had spent a lot of money on hiring sex workers the first year out of school. Therapy helped him wean off of it, until he was functional enough to get an entry level job. He still wanted, but he could control the urges. And eventually he got to a point where sex was a thing of the past.
Once he got his first job, then his second, the professional environments inhibited his tendencies. It's not that he didn't try, honestly . There were plenty of phone numbers scrawled on cups. Most were ignored. Sometimes he got reported to his manager. Everyone at his weektime job, the office job, were untouchable. Even batting his eyes at an external client was strictly prohibited. He'd get fired if he fucked anybody there, and that was motivation enough to stay chaste.
And then Shadow came along. Shadow came along and called him a slut and everything fell back into place. Everything he'd worked to suppress flooded back.
Shadow pumped his fingers into Sonic with a steady pace. Sonic spread his legs for him, giving him ample space to finger him. His fingers were warm and sturdy nestled in Sonic's squishy insides. Sonic rolled his hips along with each thrust. He wanted so much more. Eager. Some people hated an eager partner. Shadow seemed amused by it.
With the attention Shadow was giving his breasts there was no doubt he'd leave lasting marks. Bites and bruises. Shadow moved up from his chest to his neck, giving the soft skin there the same treatment. Hickeys and bite marks above the collar where they'd be visible. So everyone would know. Good. Hickeys were the best part about getting fucked. They were proof for the world to see. Look at me! I let myself into some rich asshole's penthouse hotel room and let him plow me!
They werent at the plowing part yet though. Hopefully soon. He moaned as Shadow's fingers pressed against sensitive insides, as shadow mouthed at his throat. Nipping. Biting, sucking.
He withdrew his fingers from Sonic's cunt. Sonic whined unhappy about the loss. Shadow chuckled.
"You look thirsty," Shadow said. "Would you like some more to drink?"
"Yes," Sonic gasped. Yes, yes, this was so right. He wanted, no, needed to get really drunk and really fucked. Shadow disappeared from the room and returned with a shot glass.
"Try this," Shadow said, holding the glass to Sonic's lips. He tilted it back and Sonic greedily drank it all. He expected the alcohol to burn his mouth, but it was surprisingly sweet and went down nice and smooth.
Shadow set the glass aside. Sonic didn't once even wonder why Shadow had drank so little in comparison.
"Fuck me," Sonic begged. "Fuck me properly."
He knew Shadows dick was nice and hard because it was straining against his pants.
"Tell me, what is properly?"
Sonic rolled over onto his stomach. He propped his hips up, glistening pussy on full display. Shadow leaned in and licked a stripe up Sonic's entrance and Sonic wailed.
"Dick," Sonic moaned. "Your dick, inside me."
"Is that what you want, slut?" He heard the sound of unzipping. "You want my cock?"
"Yes."
"I'm too big for condoms," Shadow warned. If Sonic were sober he would have noticed the red flag there, but he was so blissfully drunk that it slipped right by. Technically there was no such thing as too big for a condom. Condoms stretched pretty far. There was that one video of someone filling a condom with a garden hose…
"Please. Fuck me."
Something pressed against Sonic's entrance. Sonic couldn't see well with his face smushing against the pillow. But he could tell Shadow was still clothed. He'd unzipped just enough to free his cock. And now…
Shadow started to push it inside. Slowly. Sonic sobbed. It felt so good. He was girthy and long. Wasn't kidding when he said he was big. The member slowly nudged its way into Sonic's tight pussy.
"Shadow," Sonic whined. "Shadow!"
"Feel good, slut? You like having cock inside of you?"
"Yesssshh," Sonic moaned. In and in he went, tantalizingly slow. Sonic was in heaven. His inside squeezed tightly around the intrusion. Oh, how he had missed this!
Shadow bottomed out, leaving his entire cock buried inside Sonic. Fuck, that felt good. The full feeling of a cock sitting inside him just couldn't be beat.
"You've had sex before?" Shadow asked.
"Mmhmm."
"Plenty of times?"
"Loads."
"Unprotected?"
"No," Sonic said. "Always with a condom."
"So I'm still technically your first. First to fuck you raw. First cock to touch your cunt, flesh to flesh." Shadow seemed pleased by that. Like he was christening Sonic's pussy with the skin of his cock.
Shadow started slowly but built up the pace. Each thrust was powerful and heavy. Pleasure surged through Sonic's body. The only noises he could make were moans. It felt so good. So good so good so good.
Shadow pounded into him. Heavier and harder. Faster. Needier. Hungrier. He craved Sonic's pussy as much as Sonic craved his cock. For awhile everything faded away, only the slapping of skin against skin, the squelching of slick oozing from his cunt.
Now this was a luxury he deserved. A good cock on a soft bed.
Shadow reached around Sonic's hips and toyed with his clit, and that was all Sonic needed to slam into his orgasm. Pleasure rattlled him, leaving him screaming Shadows name and drooling all over the bedsheets.
Shadow kept going through Sonic's high. He kept pounding Sonic's pussy, abusing it over and over until eventually Shadow came too. Warmth flooded Sonic's insides. And when Shadow pulled out, cum dripped down his thighs.
Sonic rolled over onto his back and caught a glimpse of the cock that was just inside him. It was long and starting to soften. Sonic whined, he didn't want it to be over. He reached for Shadow's dick.
Shadow swatted his hand away.
Shadow was in complete and total control.
"Give me a few minutes." Shadow said. "But don't you worry. I'll keep you nice and drunk and full of cum tonight."
Good. Sonic liked that.
—
Sonic woke with a pounding head.
He was alone, naked, sprawled on the cushiest bed on the planet. He groaned, rolling off the bed and hitting the floor with a thud. That was step 1 in getting up.
Step 2 was to use his legs, but they were so sore they felt like putty. Sonic slowly rose to shaky feet. His inner thighs were the most sore. He may not have remembered much from the night before, but he knew this feeling.
He didn't know where the bathroom was so he went ahead and vomited into the nearest trash can. Then he set to stumbling around the room picking up his discarded clothes. His work clothes. Because he has a job he needs to get to.
Fuck. What day was it? Which job? He fumbled for his phone. The bright screen hurt to look at. He squinted at the blurry text.
Monday. He retched into the trash can again. Hangovers were the worst. Sonic pulled on his clothes and stumbled out of the bedroom. Splashed some water on his face in the kitchen. Rooted through the fridge, ate about 4 cheese sticks.
His partner for the night was gone. Who knows where. Work, or whatever. Sonic took the room key Shadow had given him and put it on the counter. Best not to keep it. Best not to be tempted again. He should probably call his therapist tonight. But he couldn't really remember most of the night, so what was there to talk about?
He staggered out of the penthouse and into the elevator. He rode it to the bottom. Stepped out of the hotel. Where was his in relation to his office? Ow, the sun hurt his head. Today was going to be miserable. Oh, and there was that company meeting. Company meetings were headache inducing enough even without the hangover.
Usually he biked to work. Today he didn't have his bike, so he had to walk. His inner thighs did not appreciate that.
While he walked he dialed his therapist. The phone rang 3 times before she picked up.
"Hi Vanilla," Sonic greeted. "Um…can I set up a session with you today? I know it's off schedule but…it's, um, well…" he wasn't sure if he could classify this as an emergency. "I had a relapse. A pretty bad one, I think."
"Of course." Vanilla was very kind and empathetic. It took Sonic about three different therapists before he found her. They were basically friends, at this point. She served tea and cookies. "What time?"
"Got anything this evening? I don't wanna make you work late, but... Is 6 okay?"
"6 works." Vanilla's hours ended at 5. But for times like this, she was willing to stretch it for her clients. "I'll see you then."
"Yeah. Thanks."
Sonic hung up just as he stepped through the office doors. The office was hectic. Everyone was scrambling around, getting ready for the big meeting. Which really wasn't that big of a deal. Usually it was just the CFO talking about financial stuff and then HR making a big stink about being professional with one another. Apparently right before the previous meeting, two employees got married to each other, and HR didn't like that one bit. No relations between employees, they said. It damages professionality. One of the two who got married were promptly fired.
That was how it always went. Which was why it was very, very, very important that Sonic never have any sort of relations with anybody with Robotnik Industries written on their online job board page. Past or present.
"What's going on?" Sonic asked the nearest coworker, someone from the IT department who was frantically hooking up wires to a speaker system.
"CEO's in today."
That indeed was a big deal. Sonic had been at this company for 4 years and never once did he hear a word out of the CEO. He was largely absent, letting the CFO take care of most matters. Rumor had it he traveled a lot. He had more important things to do than run a company.
But today he was here. Neat.
Sonic didn't bother helping set up chairs in the conference room. He was putting all his effort into walking upright. When meeting time hit at precisely 10 am, Sonic found a seat along the end of a middle row, a seat close to the door in case he needed to make an escape.
The meeting was boring as always, 45 minutes of droning on about profits and tech and stuff. Sonic's head ached. His stomach growled, he should have gotten himself an ultra greasy breakfast this morning…
"And now," said the HR guy who'd just reminded the company about how paychecks were coming out this week, and that any illicit behavior could result in immediate removal from the company, "I'll hand it over to a special guest, who's stopping by after a conference in Dubai…"
The HR guy's voice faded behind Sonics ringing ears. Sonic stared bug-eyed at the conference room stage, because stepping up to the microphone…
"Shadow Robotnik," HR guy introduced, "our CEO!"
The people around Sonic clapped. But Sonic was frozen. His stomach flipped. There on tbe stage stood that impossibly handsome man, the man who'd managed to woo Sonic so easily.
He'd had sex with the fucking CEO.
He shrank in his seat. Maybe he could blend in and be unnoticeable, except when has blue hair ever blended in? Even though the color was faded he stuck out like a sore thumb.
Shadow's eyes met his.
I'm so dead.