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Sunlight spilled in through the cracks in the heavy drapery over the grand window
directly
onto Scourge's face, just like it did
every
morning. And, just like every morning, Scourge was growing rapidly more angry about it the more it woke him up. Not only was it bright, but it was too damn
warm
, and it was working too quickly at rousing him.
Batting at the sunbeam over his face like it'd
do
something, the sleepy hedgehog gave a little growl. Rolling away from the window did little to let him escape from the bright morning light, and he snarled as his eyelids finally fluttered open. Pale blue eyes took in the sleeping face of his partner beside him in the broken down, battered, and well-loved bed they shared, and he grunted.
Sonic slept like lasagna. It was the only way that Scourge could think to describe it. They'd start off
normal
, and end up with Sonic's foot in his ear or something similar. It was actually kind of a rare sight to see Sonic's face when he woke up, if only because the other hedgehog was always moving in his sleep. Scourge, who could take a hit better than anyone else he knew, barely even woke up when he got kicked or punched unless it knocked him entirely out of bed.
Sighing quietly, resigned to being awake, Scourge scooted closer to his lover, grabbing Sonic's arm and tucking it against his chest. With a little scooch here and a little shift there, Scourge rested with his chin on Sonic's shoulder, staring at him with an intense blue gaze. Like every other morning, this didn't work even when he let it stretch out to five minutes of barely blinking, mentally willing his partner to wake up for him. When it
continued
to
not work
, he moved on to the next part of his morning routine.
This was, arguably, his
favorite
part, even if it was always a little finicky. What happened in the next five minutes was going to shape his entire day, and how he felt when—or
if
—he left the too-warm, too-comfortable bed behind.
Leaning in with a little kick of his right foot to give him some momentum, Scourge pressed his lips lazily against Sonic’. The kiss started off unhurried and sloppy but it no less activated the happy chemicals in Scourge's brain. He didn't
need
Sonic to be an active participant in this yet, even if the sluggish start down that path saw fit to start.
Slowly coming to, Sonic brought with him a certain unpolished, inexperienced energy to the kiss. They'd done this a thousand times but first thing in the morning he was once again a starry-eyed novice. At least his enthusiasm was starting to kick up, and he tipped his head sleepily to slot their mouths together more easily. Scourge knew better than to introduce tongue so soon in his usual wake-up kisses, but the temptation was there when Sonic licked their lips.
Flicking that sharp tongue against Sonic's after a second brought with it a soft whine and shift, and Scourge knew he'd already won. Sonic was receptive to his advances that morning, which meant that Scourge wasn't getting out of bed for a few
years
if he had anything to say about it. That was just fine with him, of course. If he could spend more time lying around kissing Sonic, he'd always choose to spend his day doing that.
Finally rolling over on top of the blue hedgehog, legs akimbo as he slotted their hips together, Scourge guided Sonic's hands to his sides. Blearily blinking his green eyes open, Sonic peered up at his doppelganger’s closed eyelids for a second in thought. It didn't take long before he was petting the other's relaxed back quills, closing his eyes again and leaning into the kiss like he had all the time in the world for it. Truthfully, he
did
. Scourge wasn't the only one who could spend all day lying around and getting kissed senseless.
Naturally, when given an inch, Scourge would take a mile or twenty. His hips rounded in lazy circles against the other hedgehog’s pouch, giving him the incentive to get hard for him. Sonic grunted softly but didn't make an effort to stop him, murmuring against his lips.
“Already, Baby Doll? Can't gimme twenty minutes to wake up?"
“Just wanna cockwarm." Came the simple, breathy reply.
Sonic was a little skeptical about that, if only because he
knew
Scourge, his sexual appetite, and his relationship with self-control, but he wasn't really
complaining,
either. Scourge was
definitely
hornier than he'd ever been before they entered into this relationship, but his mind and body had made an exception for this one specific, insanely
raunchy
hedgehog. Scourge had unlocked a lot of new sensations and proclivities in him, and he was always willing to jump into the next new thing with him.
"That so?” Sonic's tone told him all he needed to know; he didn't believe Scourge could
do
that, just cockwarm and do nothing else. A challenge had been issued, whether Sonic wanted it to be one or not, “Yeah, just gonna sit on yer dick and kiss ya till ya make me get up, Babes.”
" I'd never
dream
of it, Princess.” Sonic had to admit he was amused when that pet name made Scourge pause their kiss. His cheeks flushed, and his eyes popped open. Not bothering to open his own eyes, the blue hedgehog chuckled, "You love it when I call you that.”
" I never said that.” While he aimed for offended, Scourge mostly came across as pouty and huffy.
"My beautiful princess with a disorder,” Sonic confirmed with a nod of his head, brushing their muzzles together, “You can't even argue with me on that."
“Can too, don't tempt me." There it was, that pout against his mouth. Sonic always
loved
it when they argued while kissing, especially when Scourge was ready to put up a good fight. It was kind of hot, honestly, when Scourge got spirited while they kissed, when he snapped those sharp teeth against his lower lip and tugged. Sonic didn't know if he'd call himself a masochist, at least he wasn't exactly on Scourge's level of it, but he definitely liked it when the other hedgehog got rough with him.
The harsher kisses started when he dug his hand into the quills on the back of Scourge's head and yanked him in tight against his mouth. Floundering for a second, Scourge ended up with his hands on Sonic's shoulders, gripping them tightly as he tipped his head to accommodate his teeth.
They connected with the other's lip with enough force to bring hot, red blood to the surface, spilling and adding to the saliva-laden kiss the pair shared. It was a warning as much as it was for the benefit of their arousal; Sonic loved it when Scourge bit him, and Scoourge loved getting Sonic in his mouth, no matter what form that took.
Moving their lips together expertly, Scourge's hips picked up their pace and the grinding started anew, harder and rougher than before. Instead of lazy rounding of his hips, he shifted into a steady rocking, grinding their pouches together. His dick was already poking out of the top of it, and Sonic was quickly catching up with him. Reaching between them, Scourge poked his thumb and forefinger into the other's pouch on either side of his cock, giving him a few strokes with the pads of them.
If nothing else, it helped him pop out that much more, and Sonic's hips bucked a little bit against Scourge's. Those bumps and grinds made him moan into Sonic's mouth, and Scourge couldn't help but grind down a little tighter. Much as he'd said he just wanted to cockwarm, he was starting to feel a little doubtful that he'd be able to do it, too.
“You ever—hnnghh—gonna actually get on me, Baby Doll?” Sonic delighted in the way that Scourge blushed at that pet name, too, and the kiss finally broke fully for the first time.
“You
know
I will.” Scooting up the other's body, Scourge reached back with one hand to pull his asscheeks apart. Leaning forward, he started to shift back before both of Sonic's hands gripped his hips hard.
“Dry? Seriously?”
“I can take it. I like the burn,” Scourge replied honestly, his eyes large and shiny as he practically pleaded without a word.
“What's the magic word?”
Hesitating, Scourge tried to slide back more but found he was firmly held in place by the other's grip on his hips. Whining, the green hedgehog bounced in place on the other's stomach, not quite reaching anything worthwhile but managing to make Sonic grunt again.
“What's the magic word, Babe?” He tried again, gentle but firmer this time.
Begrudgingly murmuring under his breath, Scourge glared at the pillow on the other side of Sonic's head.
“What was that? Couldn't quite hear you.” Oh, he loved and loathed being teased like this. Sonic loved making him moody and whiny sometimes, the sight of his upset a turn-on in and of itself, especially when he knew that Scourge wasn’t
really
hurting over it.
“
Please
?” Scourge ground out through clenched teeth, “Please let me on your cock dry so I can feel you split me the fuck open and know every inch of you.” Of
course
he had to make it vulgar, “There, happy?”
“Extremely.” Sonic chuckled, finally relinquishing his grip on Scourge's hips and letting him move again. Both hands fell to Scourge's thighs and Sonic brushed his thumbs over his fur, “Go ahead.”
Rocking back, Scourge rolled his hips against the head of the other's cock, enjoying the feeling of it pressing against his hole. It ripped a positively
pornographic
moan from his lips, and he pushed back, finally sinking down over him. The burn and stretch made his arms shake a little, his teeth clenched tightly as he closed his eyes to focus on sliding all the way onto his lover's dick. He loved how stuffed full he was when he finally hit the base of his cock, panting hard and clamped down tight around Sonic.
“Fuck—” He gasped, his head falling forward as he tried to keep his hips still with little success. Rolling his hips a few times, he rounded them again and Sonic's hands shot back up to grab him, “L-lemme move a lil bit, Babes, I need to feel–”
"Just cockwarming and kissing, remember?” Sonic offered softly, and Scourge whined. Clearly Sonic had won that challenge because Scourge was already failing at just cockwarming him.
“Yeah, I remember.” Scourge huffed, still trying to move his hips, and finding the vice grip on them kept him from really moving much at all. Damn it.
“C'mere,” Puckering his lips and giving off a little 'mwah,' Sonic welcomed him back into his face. When their lips met again it was slow, a little flick of the tongue here and there, and Sonic controlled the pace like that on purpose. He needed Scourge to behave for him, and he knew he wouldn't if he was feeling antsy over another 'no.'
Suddenly, it didn't matter to him anymore because Scourge was busy with the tangle of their tongues and the languid roll of Sonic's hips. It pulled a soft moan from both of them, muffled by the meeting of their mouths. Their continued success was dependent on occasionally placating the green hedgehog, as it usually was, but Sonic hardly minded. At this point it was just part of loving Scourge, having to micromanage him with things that he wanted.
Only rolling his hips up every so often, Sonic rubbed slow circles into Scourge's hip bones. It kept him grounded enough that he didn't need constant movement inside of him, and Sonic was, admittedly, proud of him for handling this as well as he was. It wasn't often that he could get away with something like this, if only because of his lover's demanding nature.
Breaking the kiss to gasp for breath, Scourge was loathe to break the string of saliva tethering their mouths together when he licked his lips. Always loving the taste of Sonic on his tongue, he swiped it over his teeth again after a second before leaning back in to lick the other's lip where he'd bitten it.
That
was going to leave a mark.
“You done already, Babe?” Sonic asked playfully, and Scourge wiggled as much as he was allowed to in the other's hold.
“You know I ain't,” Scourge replied with a lecherous grin, “I wanna stay in bed
all day
today.”
Considering it, Sonic made a show of drawing one hand away from Scourge's hips to tap his bottom lip in thought. It proved a dangerous mistake because Scourge was able to get in a sinful rock of his hips that left the blue hedgehog a little dazed with a soft, breathy moan on his lips.
“Whaddya say, Sweetness? Gonna gimme a break from kingin' today?” Scourge didn't even
need
to be hopeful, he knew he was already going to get what he wanted.
“You're incorrigible,” Sonic chuckled breathlessly, watching as Scourge sat up, changing the angle. Shifting his hips like he danced often—and he did; he could barely hold still around music—he pulled a litany of moans from his partner's lips: “*
Yes
, okay? Yes. I'll stay in you all day.”
“Fuck yes!” Pumping his fists in the air, he used the momentum to bounce a few times as Sonic's hands moved back to his thighs.
“You're going to make me regret this, aren't you?”
“You know it, Babes.”