ribbons au
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"So what do you suppose we do?"
It was almost amusing, the way the younger seemed frozen in time. Muzzle parted mid-ramble as he struggled to compute Shadow’s entertaining of his feelings. But he was smart, simply opting to motormouth past him.
"W-We could…! I mean. Keep it casual? Sorta? Like, you could give me…"
A cheeky, shy sort of cacophony gazed back at him wrapped in fire. An impish smile as he folded his hands together before his waist, a challenge through honeyed words.
"Private lessons?"
OR: shadow teaches sonic privately, nightly. it is far removed from ballet.
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- Part 1 of ribbons au
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Contrary to popular belief, Shadow did in fact show up to his student-fuck…friend?-protégé’s home in the late afternoon for relatively wholesome reasons.
At least, that was the excuse that had been lying flat on his tongue on the drive over, the excess sin of it all building within his chest; a crushing weight.
Yet with each curve of his body riding his shorts an inch further up his lithe, pretty legs he was allowed to intake, or the shift of modest breasts with each squirm the younger did, having stationed himself by bubbling coffee he insisted he brew for him, the preempted script he illustrated in his head had faded further and further to ash.
He buries his claws into his thighs.
OR: what-if ribbons ch2, but shadow showed up to sonic’s house instead?
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- Part 2 of ribbons au
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Shadow could get high from this, he thinks. Would throw it all away if it meant having his perfect boy twitching against his lips always, helpless as he made to swallow him whole.
Even his quickening breaths, they fade to the backdrop of the overwhelming smack of his lips as he pulls at his puffy cunt lips, reveling in the way his tired face screws up in a pained visage before,
Weepy, tired, wet — he hears it.
"Shadow…"
OR: shadow indulges. sonic, helpless, receives.
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- Part 3 of ribbons au