It hadn’t quite hit Sonic until they were already kissing, that it had been this long. Two years. It’d been two years since, well…his last attempt at this. Not that the original had been bad, but this time everything was more softer & warmer, and Shadow was the one kissing him. The caress that was delivered to his cheek resulted in his muzzle heating, as did the tips of his ears. Embarrassment washed over him like a tidal wave.
The second thing he noticed was how soft his lips were. Comfortable, even; he was new to the whole kissing thing, so he struggled at first to find his pace with it. Bumped his nose, whispered a weakly playful apology; but once they met together in that perfect way, it sent his stomach in loops. His fur felt prickled and his heart swelled, and suddenly all the awkwardness felt worth it. Shy or not, he definitely wanted to keep doing this.
“…You’re better at this than I am, eh?” He chuckled, albeit bashfully.
Shadow’s always been a quick learner. He wouldn’t be surprised if the Professor had specifically designed his brain to be highly receptive to new information. He had to be, after all. They would’ve had no time for an experiment that struggled. His time with Scourge, while brief and stressful, had left this much of an imprint on him. With kissing, yes, he knew what to do.
His forehead rests gently against his after they part, his smile returning. Despite his more comfortable disposition, a faint hint of red is splashed along his own muzzle. Kissing him is nothing like how it’d been to kiss Scourge. There’s no sense of stress or obligation to follow a pace that’s, ironically, too fast for him. They’re on the same page. The same wavelength. He’s happy, the way he knows he’s supposed to be.
It feels better than he can ever describe.
“It’ll become more natural with practice,” he replies, his hand shifting back to join the other around him. “I'm more than happy to assist you with that.”
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