" I want you to - " Scourge started to squirm when his counterpart's lone hand started to travel. There was nowhere to go, but that didn't stop him from trying. " ... fuck me harder than I fucked you. You want to - ah - show me you're better than me? Do it. "
Scourge always seemed to have a hidden motive. A reasoning behind everything he does. Whereas Sonic always seemed to be one step ahead with his attitude alone, the green hedgehog seemed to be genuinely counteracting everything the blue hedgehog thought he was getting away with or simply enduring. For instance, at the back of Sonic's mind, he knew he shouldn't go through with this. Whereas he thought before, being nailed in the ass would have been much worse, acting out so viciously on another would have been just as bad, if not more so. Perhaps it wasn't Scourge's intent this time but he knew if he went through with this it would be that much harder to live with himself. Scourge was egging him on, and he was acting out just like him. Sonic was losing himself and though he realized it, somewhere in the back of his mind, he didn't stop.
Nails raked through green fur and against tanned skin roughly, but failing to leave any marks yet. Sonic kept it up just above the hidden pouch on Scourge's groin, curling fingers to allow only one, his index digit to trail a circle around the sensitive opening, teasing, but avoiding direct contact.
"I already know I am, but sure, why not?" Sonic mumbled with a toothy smile, surprising himself when he realized just how easy it was to get his own dick to spring free of his sheath, beginning to extract, inch by inch, while he continued to tease Scourge. He allowed his finger to dart over Scourge's sheath directly before casually running it up and down, firmly, but not nearly enough pressure. Just a little pressure applied above that hidden slit was enough to cause the plump tip to push through that slightly swollen opening.
Scourge drew in a deep breath in response, deciding it was better to push the rest out than try to hold it in. Not shy in the least, he had no qualms or embarrassment about showing the other what he had to offer. They had identical equipment. The chance in the hero's tone wasn't enough to make him feel like he was endangered walking the line. This was just an act, right, so he didn't see any harm in playing along.
Planting his feet on the ground aided him greatly in pushing his hips up into that teasing hand. Only an inch or two at a time. Yeah, he was still in pretty good shape even after the race. Scourge had enough strength in his legs to keep his waist off the ground while he ground himself against Sonic's hand. " That ani't what I'm seeing, babe. " His breathing pulled air deep in his lungs and Sonic hadn't even started yet. The idea of Mr. Nice guy going feral just turned him on ...
Sonic took back his hand a little at the pressure, not wanting to appease him so easily. He maintained contact but not nearly enough. The tip of his finger ran up the underside of his cock to the head where he gave it a sharp pinch swiftly after the other's remark.
Sonic scoffed, a grin hinting on his lips. "Don't speak so soon." Fingers curled around Scourge's shaft as he flexed his bare hand, squeezing once, twice, and then painfully hard.
" Argh! " Scourge tried in vain to free his wrists, his torso twisting, but could not free the most sensitive part of himself from those cruel fingers. In response to the pinch his cock released a pearl of creamy white. He made the mistake of looking down rather than anywhere else meaning he saw his poor rod being squeezed for all it was worth. The first one made his body tense, mouth hanging open, leaving his ragged breath to rumble through the secluded grove's air. " ... shit. " No doubt Sonic could feel the green hedgehog shaking. The second one made his back arch, his narrow hips involuntarily bucking up into him. " ... o-oh ... fu-UCK! " He jerked around, but he accomplished nothing in response to the third one. Then he was pinned. Great. " I nev-ever did tha-ahh-t! "
Sonic laid his body down more firmly against him to press him down against the ground, hands still holding down his. His mouth rested near his neck and in an instant his teeth, perhaps not as sharp as Scourge's, sunk into flesh, adding just as much discomfort as if they were. No verbal response. Less talk, more action.
Sonic ate up every bit of it. Not just one side of his neck, but he simply loved the way the other fought and writhed against him, having no escape. The sounds he made - he wanted to hear more. He was actually aroused by this, as twisted as it was, but revenge had never tasted so sweet..
He loosened his hold on his manhood and flexed lightly in union with the gnawing of skin and fur between his teeth. Blue nipped sharply, breaking the skin, before moving on to leave bruises else where, down to his collar bone. Sonic's hips swiveled and moved as his thickened long rod rubbed against the inside of Scourge's thigh. His nails dug into his wrists, his presence seemingly left all over him. And he hadn't even started yet.
Sonic hadn't intended long foreplay though. He wasn't going to do everything exactly the way Scourge did it. But the resulting end to it would definitely be. He let go of the Green's tool and ran his hand up the side of his frame. His hand located Scourge's neck next, mimicking the constriction process from downstairs there.
He bucked his hips forward, leaning up more so that this time his moist cock hole was pressing and teasing against Scourge's backside.
Acting the role of a bitch was not Scourge's intention when he suggested this. He was the one doing the underestimating this time; he didn't expect his alternate to be so skilled with his hands. When did this happen!? The faint scent of copper was once again in the air. This time, he knew, that it didn't come from the worn hedgehog on top of him. Scourge could feel the sight of the puncture when Blue moved his head away. The area felt cold, for sure, when fresh air was exposed to it. It was going to get a lot of that since he jerked his head to one side, eyes closing, in a motion so sudden that his shades clattered to the ground beside them. It especially felt sensitive when pressure from his hand was put there.
Scourge almost lost himself in the feeling, almost, but a hand clamping down on his neck was enough to bring him back to reality. His eyes snapped open, large as saucers, without a hint of defense on his side. 'Oh shit!' Scourge's ears twitched backwards in obvious discomfort but they weren't laying flat on his head in an obvious sign of submission just yet. 'He's gonna kill me!' And he couldn't even use his charming voice to talk him out of it.
Green looked at Blue, stunned, looking quite the mirror to what the other looked like that night. What the Hell was he going to do? That cock knocking at his back door made the answer clear. His eyes fluttered and was accompanied by a shaken, nervous, breath. Then, with a hint of hesitation, his tensed body relaxed (in a matter of speaking) against the grasp. His thighs spread, but he had every reason to have that cautious look in his eyes.
Sonic's tongue laved over a sensitive area on Scourge's chest from there, having moved from his collar bone at that point. He knew his body just as well as Scourge knew him and that prehensile digit lapped over a hidden nipple, raking aside fur to make sure skin was felt instead of just hair. His hand kept a tense hold around the other's neck, flexing occasionally but not much more than that. He wanted him to be completely conscious during all of this.
Then, he straightened out on him, abandoning the area on his chest and resting his chin against his shoulder. He looked at him the best he could from the corner of his eyes as his hand wandered from his neck to the location wetted down by saliva.
"What's wrong?" Sonic cooed, preparing himself for something. "You seem tense." Well, he felt his muscles relax a little before, but he gave that hidden nipple of his a painful twist.
Speaking, or screaming in Scourge's case, wouldn't have been advisable since he needed what little air he could get into his lungs to keep conscious before Sonic let him go. He'd just have to settle for a narrowing of his eyes; the type of look that he hoped would warn the other hedgehog that he would definitely pay for this another time. He didn't know when or where, but he was damn sure plotting some evil deeds in the back of his mind.
Sonic at least gave him time to settle down from it before that same offensive hand went to the other's hip not too long after. The blue hedgehog was always an impatient one, right? Well, as far as he was concerned, play time was over.
Positioning himself just right, Sonic threw all he could behind one mighty thrust, sending his rock hard member through an unprepared, un-lubed ring of agonizingly tight muscles. He couldn't breathe. A little over four inches were squeezed in and he struggled the rest of the way to worm inside of him, having much of the same problems Scourge had his first time.
Sonic was close enough to hear the sharp sound Scourge tried to suppress in his throat when four inches of his throbbing girth invaded his hole. The green hedgehog thrashed, wildly, but nothing he did could dislodge him and he knew it. His muscles tensed, then relaxed, before locking up again. God damn he was conflicted!
Like a trooper, Sonic didn't stop until he had himself fully hilted. It was increasingly hard when he started to swell. His fingertips pressed harder into the skin at Scourge's hip as he jerked him roughly back into him, refusing to give in to the unrelenting pressure.
It was so tight, it was painful. But that pain had a familiar ring to it that resounded in the form of mixed pleasure that had him shuddering on top of the other green hedgehog. He breathed slowly, trying to calm down and not spend himself right away. He's never been in anything so tight; and it felt wonderfully delicious.
"Damn.." Sonic huffed, ears drawn back in determination as his quills stuck out in tensed effort. He started scooting back a couple of inches before launching forward again, trying to force those spasming inner walls to stretch and accept his wide girth.
In order to keep himself quiet so not to be too loud, he muffled himself by biting into Scourge's shoulder, holding tight as he finally got to express some dominance in this horrendous ordeal.
Afraid of waking the neighbors? He didn't have to be. No Mobians lived in miles of this place, and even if they did they had no way of getting into the well hidden grove to confront them. Maybe Mr. Nice Guy was forgetting who he was. It sure looked like it from Scourge's perspective; one where the world dissolved into nothing more than random shades of blue and green thanks to an overabundance of rapidly forming tears. He wouldn't cry. No way. He'd suck it up like a man and endure the searing pain of having his backside ripped open.
After that first surprised cry, Scourge settled into a series of deep pants that made his compressed chest quiver. That wasn't all. Every time he released one of those breaths Sonic would find it easier to push into him, those clenched muscles relaxing, before tightening again a second later. A little trick that he learned from Rouge during their short time together. It was a lot easier than trying to remember to relax through the whole ordeal.
Scourge moaned quite audibly once stuffed, his fangs clearly visible, only to clench those sharpened teeth once Sonic started to move again. It hurt. No denying that it did, but at the same time he was fascinated with the feeling of that pulsating cock in his ass. It made him squirm all over again. This time it wasn't in an attempt to remove what was causing him so much pain. No, he wanted to feel his swelling tip rub against his silky walls. The result was something he couldn't even begin to describe verbally.
Sonic felt no sign of remorse during any discomfort Scourge would undoubtedly be feeling during the first few minutes. A rare and scary experience he probably wouldn't realize until after. At this point, it was all about him. Not the green hedgehog beneath him. His punishment was his own pleasure.
The hand kept on Scourge's hip, helping him glide more smoothly in and out until he finally started to loosen. At that point, Sonic swiftly found a steady, hard pace that kept their hips slapping mercilessly against each other. A familiar array of sounds were hitting the air - this time created from his own self.
Sonic didn't want to scream to show any weakness; to show that he was enjoying himself so much and that Scourge could still make him scream without trying. He didn't keep biting him the entire time either, however. Once he found his self control, he let go of his shoulder to pant heavily near his ear. His hand finally released Scourge's hip only to wander to his thigh to force one leg up over his shoulders, allowing him to dive a little bit deeper, and brush against that one special spot Scourge has already hit so many times in himself.
The way things looked visually Scourge may as well have lost that race. That wasn't to say that he wasn't taking any hint of pleasure from the other's savage thrusting. His poor, neglected, dick was wedged between their entangled bodies. Encased in heated fur, his member had the added bonus of being inadvertently stroked with every forceful thrust. Unlike Sonic he did not lose his erection when the pain nearly overtook his senses because he loved sex. Top, bottom, male, female, sucking, thrusting, the details behind each sensual romp were almost irrelevant.
Still Scourge didn't think he could ever forget the face that was giving his ass its first invasion, ever. The whitened flesh on his hip was quite grateful to be released. Dots of red and brown littered the area where Blue's nails dug too deep for comfort. The trade off was quite unexpected. Sonic could gage his reaction by the sudden disruption in his breathing, a surprised gasp, followed by a whimper only muted because he had to swallow the pool of saliva that accumulated in his mouth from the other's actions.
The new position forced Scourge wide open and made his sweet spot all the more accessible. His body shied away the first time he hit that spot, shivering. Well, since they both knew where it was there was no need in hiding it. Finally, after nearly a minute of the other's merciless assault, Scourge pushed his hips up to meet the his. It did not take him long to match his counterpart's rhythm. When he did his stomach churned, but not in the disgusted fashion that his did when he first caved.
Sonic was surprised when he realized Scourge was actually meeting his thrusts. He didn't expect much from the other hedgehog. He figured he'd be too busy writhing in his own agony but Scourge was a lot tougher than he thought. He had paid no mind, no expenses to the other's pleasure, and here the dirty bastard was getting off on this whole twisted scene.
Snorting, he didn't stop. He didn't care. He was going to ride himself to release regardless of how the other felt on the matter. He kept a hand on his thigh all the while as his hips drove in harder, in and out. At least, out to the point of where that bulbous head forced him to slow to a stop which he followed by a jolt forward.
His actions were just as fast as Scourge's. The constant thumping and juicy smacking against green's backside all contributed to the one moment that would end it all.
With a sudden deep intake of air, Sonic forced himself all the way in, let go of his hands and leg in order to grab hold of Scourge's throat instead. Fingers constricted spasmodically as his back arched and his head tipped back, spilling every drop of creamy cum deep inside the other's bowels.
He nearly collapsed on him there after, letting himself fall a bit more casually against his chest instead; laying his head once more on his shoulder. His hands also fell free from his neck. His ears drooped at either side of his head as his quills laid down, overly relaxed, he basked in the aftermath of his state, uncaring whether or not Scourge had gotten off as well. He was stuck in him for the time being, an effort he didn't even try to pull out of just yet.
The pain had mostly subsided on Scourge's end though the smell of fresh blood was still ever present in the air. Scourge could feel himself bleeding out and there was nothing he could do about it but try to ignore the feeling of blood traveling in many little trails down his tailhole. It would soon be joined with something else unbeknown to him. He was so enthralled with the experience that he didn't even notice his rival reaching his peak until it happened.
Getting filled with hot seed was more than enough to make him gasp regardless of the hand clutching his throat. Said hand just made it much harder to ink out a few disparate breaths in the seconds afterwards. His restrained hands flexed, tightening into tight fists, but surprisingly ... nothing. His stomach ached at the thought that it was over, his own seed withheld, but he couldn't blame the other hedgehog for working on his own self gratification. This was probably the most sex he's ever had. It was a shame. Hopefully he'll build up some stamina this week.
With his throat restrained he couldn't speak. All he could manage was looking at the exhausted hedgehog out the corner of his eye. Heh. The chest he laid on spasmed when Scourge released a mute chuckle. Add in a smug grin there and he'd be seeing one happy hedgehog.
Sonic's hands slipped off of him as he pressed his palms against the soil on either side of Scourge, tempted to push himself up, but immediately abandoning the idea. He felt that familiar exhaustion he struggled to shake out of now. Not only that, but when he pulled his hips back, he realized he was stuck inside the green hedgehog and his face twisted into something of disgust.
As his fogged up mind gradually started to clear and he got a good look at that face on the other hedgehog, he realized all too well what he had done, and the repercussions of it. Sonic swallowed hard and looked away, panic coursing through his head, making his insides wrench at the disaster he openly helped create.
What did he do? How could he? What happened? Those were just a few questions out of several running rampant inside his mind, making him regret everything he did. He played right into Scourge's hands when he thought he'd be doing payback. He had completely turned against himself and for once in his life forgot who he was. He let himself get lured in by corruption and he couldn't take it.