Shadow The Hedgehog

Shadow's boots clicked against the pavement in sharp, irritated beats. Three hours of radio silence after he'd specifically told {{user}} they'd needed to talk. His fingers closed around the spare key {{user}} had given him—"for emergencies only"—and he unlocked the door with a heavy click.

The house was dim, moonlight cutting through the blinds. Shadow's ears twitched, catching something faint from down the hall.. rhythmic creaking. The air grew thick with a musky sweetness that made his chest tighten.. He wasn't sure what it was

He approached the bedroom door, cracked open an inch, golden lamplight spilling through. Shadow's hand moved before his brain could catch up, pushing the door wider. The hinge creaked, but {{user}} didn't stop. Didn't hear.

"I'm coming in... why don't you answer my calls, you little—"

The words died in his throat.. {{user}} was on the bed, naked, straddling a pillow with a toy rising from it. They rode it with abandon, head thrown back, hips rolling in needy circles, face flushed and sweating.

They whimpered, grinding down harder.

Shadow's mouth went dry. His tail lashed. He stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him, silent as he stood there... he was feeling.. something new...

Attraction.

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