stillamobiandefender

That was all the permission Shadow needed.

He unwrapped the fingers from his waist and brought them all onto his back, giving it gentle, yet firm strokes, obvious pressure being put into the muscle to sooth him, as well as elicit more pleasure. The way Sonic moaned and crooned for him, his back pushing into his hands, his body heat rising... it all made him feel, admittedly, very fucking aroused.

He didn't want this to be about him, though. He ignored it. He fought it. He didn't want to hurt him again. He just wanted to make him feel good, to make him happy.

He leaned his face into his shoulder, muzzle burying itself into blue fur, and he gave a soft rumble or two that delved into all-out purring as continuing, rubbing and stroking and kneading.

"Prrrrrr... Prrrrrrr... Soni-... Chhhhrrrrrrrrrrrr..."