Sonic and Surge 4
A lovey-dovey story of Sonic and Surge!
This is a _Sonic the Hedgehog _fanfiction. All characters are copyright their respective owners and are written as above the age of 18.
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At least, that’s what he thinks he’s like. He leans in on Surge, pressing kisses all over her, going through every inch of her body, kissing her cheeks, her lips, and her neck. He’s quick about it, too, showing off his speed. How else better to express his love than a deluge of delight all over her? He cannot hold back his love, for he must let her feel his affection all over her every second.
It’s like a buzzing of fairy kisses all over her, those hedgehog pecks down her collar over her breasts, up and down and all around, essentially, and to her navel, and at her sides, and along her arms.
It soon gets to places even more intimate, where he teased her earlier, knowing full well that he will have a taste of her when he gets the chance. This is the delight that he’s been seeking, the sounds that come from her, the subtle movements of her body, and the warmth that builds up within Surge’s being—all of these things are perfect for the hedgehog and the Tenrec.
Though Surge laughs. She grabs his head, not caring about any harm the spikiness could give her. In fact, she relishes the rough texture and how it gently scratches her as he moves his head to plant more kisses over her.
“H-hey,” she gasps. You can slow down, you know. I really like it, but you can take your time.”
Sonic stops, hovering at her thigh, sniffing, smiling, and nodding. “Y-yeah, you’re right. Sorry.” He says this, placing a kiss on her inner thigh, so close, and yet a million miles away from sealing the deal at a step neither of them has taken thus far.
“I think I’m ready for what’s next,” Surge says.
Sonic blinks, looking at her with astonishment, returning his cool and confident look for her. “Heh, okay. Let’s do it to it.”
“You’re so corny, ya goof!” she laughs.
“You want me to be on top when we try this?” He asks.
“Hm… how about we both go on our sides?” she asks, shifting, getting into position herself.
Sonic scoots up, flipping himself over. Neither of them is facing their faces, which makes his heart flutter. Instead, it is their bodies—their most intimate areas, that the two of them gaze upon each other’s most sensitive, most private zones, and they set to work.
Sonic leans in, pressing his face right up against Surge’s body, his nose rubbing against her sensitive areas and his tongue rolling out to lap at her lips and delve within.
Surge returns the favor, pressing a kiss to his expecting tip and slipping down along the shaft. The two together are awkward, so new at this. They have only ever seen this done in movies or heard about it from a friend of a friend. There’s no practice to it. It is purely just their desires, their love, for one another.
After all, the two had lost much of their young adult lives fighting the good fight against the forces of tyranny. Now that they are entirely into adulthood and free of oppressing troops, they must discover these elements independently.
Sonic sighed, even though he did not have much room to breathe. When his tongue delves inside Surge, he can’t help but feel a swelling of pride as her body squirms and her thighs hold him close to her. Even the subtlest movement of his tongue is enough to send her squirming about, which is incredible.
As for Surge, each lick, each bob, and each suck gives a different response to Sonic. She’s discovering the key to making him do and react in any way that she desires, and all she has to do is get in between her legs. It’s cute in a way, and deep within, she curses herself for being such a punk toward him in their earliest encounters.
Luckily for her, Bre grounded her more impulsive tendencies. But she stopped playing, pulling back and trailing spit between them.
Sonic stops himself, pulling back, his muzzle glistening slightly. “Something bugging you?” he asks, stroking her thigh tenderly, looking down at her.
Surge squeezes Sonic’s thigh. “I don’t know. I just… I just had a weird thought.”
“Oh yeah?” He asks, kissing her lips again. “What is it?”
Surge shivers, but she continues. “If I didn’t have my support network like I did. If I were alone when Starline made me what I am—do you think we would be friends? I think… I think we wouldn’t be.”
Sonic was quiet for a moment, but the hedgehog, true to his spirit, gave a wink and a thumbs-up to his companion. “Don’t sweat about what could have been!” he says. “What’s important is we’re here together, and we have each other, don’t ya think?”
She smiles. “Yeah, that’s right. What am I thinking?”
Sonic rubs his nose. “Well, if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, then you’re thinking we should see eye-to-eye and get on to the main event.”
Surge grins wide, her bear-trap grin so endearing despite its apparent danger. “Yeah, you took the words right out of my mouth, true blue.”
Sonic pumps his fist and gives out a piece sign. “Aw yeah. This is happening!”
Sonic and Surg lie on the bed with Sonic atop his lover. Their noses press together, and their arms wrap around each other. They smile down into each other’s eyes, letting their bodies press together due to gravity. With a sigh, Sonic locks his lips with Surge, a deep, passionate, and surprisingly slow kiss. It is the most delightful thing they could possibly have with one another, their legs entwining, their hands rubbing along their backs, not caring for the spikes and spines that get in the way. It is a pure love that they have and a pure one that leads Sonic to rub against Surge’s sex.