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After Hours [Active]

Who: Sonic (

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What: Meeting up at the library after hours.
When: After this thread.
Where: The library, of course~
Rating: PG-13? I dunno~

It didn't take him all that long to get to the library after speaking with Silver over the journals. It was kind of funny, too, how much he was both looking forward to meeting up and yet kind of apprehensive about it. Silently, anyways. He'd never let anyone know he was feeling like that. But he'd honestly been worried that he'd screwed things up while he was totally spaced out that day.

Needless to say he was damned glad when Silver hadn't seemed to hesitate at all about meeting up again.

He leans against the wall by the currenly closed library, watching and looking as non-chalant and almost bored as he always does, idly flipping the borrowed book in his hands. He ... actually wasn't done with this yet. But he can always check it out again later, he knows. It was a good excuse to meet with Silver away from everybody else. He really does kind of want to be sure he hasn't made things awkward between them now. And if he has, wants to be able to try and fix it a bit without embarassing Silver in front of everybody.

It has nothing at all to do with wanting to see if Silver liked it. Nope, nothing at all.

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At this rate, he was going to wear a hole in his lip, what with the way he keeps constantly chewing it, but it's a habit he wasn't going to get out of anytime soon. Especially now that he knows he has to be somewhere on time; then the habit just gets worse, and he figures it out as a wayward fang sinks into a tender spot, and he recoils for a moment.

R-Right...stopping that now. What time was-

Oh darn it, he was going to be running late at this pace! He glances over to his desk, pausing for a moment before it suddenly clicks, and he grabs the book he was supposed to be returning, darting from the room. Maybe it was a bad idea to be meeting up with him like this. Or maybe it was the right thing. He has no idea. Nothing, aside from the funny little way his stomach knots as he thinks about it. M-Maybe he could...well...

He glances up, catching sight of the hedgehog at the far end of the hall, already smiling brightly as he makes his way over to him.

"Sonic, hey!" he says happily. "Hope you didn't have to wait long for me, I sort of...lost track of the time," he says with a soft laugh, reaching up to rub the back of his neck.

He doesn't even realize he's flipped the book open and has started reading it again until that voice calls out to him. At which point he blinks up from it, having to practically force himself not to snap the thing shut and hide it entirely out of reflex. He smiles, instantly, at the sight of the younger hedgehog and gives a little halfwave, eyes bright.

"Hey, Silv~" He shrugs a little bit and shakes his head, closing the book and gesturing with it, vaguely. "Nah~ It's all cool." He tilts his head a little bit, watching the silver hedgehog interestedly, looking a little curious.

"I didn' pull ya away from anythin' important, did I?" he asks, quietly.

He fishes about in his pocket for a small card as he stops next to the hedgehog, tucking his book under one arm as he tugs it out of his pocket. Stupidly tight uniform; things always got caught in his pockets, he thinks, finally tugging it free.

"Important?" he blinks at the sudden question, caught only a little off guard by it as he swipes his keycard through the slot next to the door, tapping in the code. "Not really. I already finished my homework, so I was just rereading my book until I needed to come here. I...got caught up in the interesting part again," he says with a soft laugh, pushing the door open for the other hedgehog.

"I'm sure Miss Rosalina won't mind me doing this; after all, part of why I'm here is to look after the books," he says, taking the two of them to the scanner behind the desk, placing them on the return pile. He glances over at the hedgehog, fighting with the urge to start chewing his lip again, even if it was only the inside.

"Speaking of important...did you want me to check your bandages now? Or um, wait until we go somewhere else?" he says softly, glad for the semi-dim of the library. At least now, the hedgehog can't see the little niggle of colour on his cheeks for asking the question. Not that there was anything wrong with asking it...right? Just checking on what he'd helped him with. Nothing too drastic. Not at all.

Not...argh.

The hedgehog watches, interestedly, as Silver pulls this card from his pocket and then does something to the codelock on the door. He blinks, ears perking, tilting his head a little bit as the door opens, and he smiles, crookedly.

"Hey... I didn't know you had a pass t'the library." he murmurs, and follows along behind the younger hedgehog. "Neat~" He hands his own book over to Silver and then laughs, softly, and nods. "I know that feeling. I'll probably take that one out again eventually. It was pretty good." he murmurs. And then silently kicks himself for saying it. Geez, Sonic, don't run at the mouth.

Fortunately, Silver manages to provide a perfect distraction and Sonic ohs! nodding. "Right! Here..." he says, taking the other thing he's been carrying with him. Silver's first aid kit, which he was sure to get the stuff to refill it with before bringing it. It was the least he can do, anyways. "Before I like... get distracted and forget it somewhere~" he grins, and then shrugs.

"Nah~ Here works." he says, non-chalantly, though silently he's marveling at the luck. Now he doesnt' have to worry about either of their roommates. Lifts bandaged hands to his shirt and starts undoing the buttons on it, since this time, he can do so. "Lemme jus' get this off for ya..."

He gives a faint smile at that, wondering somewhere in the back of his mind if this was actually the proper way to use it, but...well, in theory, he was still doing his job as assistant librarian.

"I can...probably give you a few other ones if you wanted to read those, too," he suggests softly. "Similar ones, I mean," he adds, mentally kicking himself. His mental scolding is suddenly derailed, however, when the blue hedgehog presents him with...his first aid kit. He takes it with a grateful smile, already clicking open to make a mental note of what needs to be replaced, when he finds that it's...already done. Everything back where it should be, as if it wasn't even used.

"...Sonic, you...you didn't have to-" he says softly, making the mistake of glancing up at the hedgehog, golden eyes suddenly going a little wide at the sight of him unbuttoning that shirt, and it's about this time when all thought process for the silver hedgehog kind of just...shuts down, hits rewind and viciously replays the last time this happened for him.

"... ...w-well...as long as you...you don't mind it," he murmurs, clicking on the small desk lamp there. Right, focusing on the bandages. Looking at those first. Without even thinking, he's already reaching up through the gap in that open shirt, hands feeling along the length of each strip of bandage, checking over every inch of it.

"It...looks alright to me. Um, stretch your arms out a bit and I'll check the rest of it," he says, entirely focused on his task again.

He blinks a bit at the offer from Silver, but immediately he smiles at it, ears flicking. "Heh... I'd like that, I think... " he murmurs, softly. Alright, so maybe he should be keeping his little reading habit more of a secret but... well... if there was anybody who wouldn't look at him funny for it, he had a feeling it would be Silver.

He gives the younger hedgehog his first aid kit back and then sets about the task of undoing the buttons on his shirt. It's the only way Silver can check his bandages after all. The surprise in that voice has emerald eyes blinking up from their task only to find golden ones staring at him in surprise. He blinks a couple of times and then ohs, softly, and grins, brightly. Gives a shrug which shifts his already half undone shirt back on his shoulders a bit.

"S'the least I could do for you after y'took such good care of me an' helped me out. It ain't much, really, but... it's a partial thank you at least?" he says, before turning his eyes and his smile back on his shirt. "I don't mind. I don't think I exactly count as the modest type." He chuckles.

He pauses, briefly, as those hands delve in where his shirt is already open and he finds himself watching them. That... was not exactly a sight he was expecting. Though he probably should have been. And oh god, Sonic, you better damned well behave yourself this time. You're going to wind up scaring him off forever if you don't.

Focuses, instead, on finishing unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall from his shoulders to catch at his elbows, baring his chest and shoulders and most of his back. He stands there, quietly, letting Silver look his bandages over, smiling just sort of softly and crookedly to himself all the while.

"Oh.. okay." he murmurs and then shifts again, letting the shirt slip from his arms and then down to the floor lazily, bareing all the bandages he's still wearing. He lifts his arms a little, obediently, tilting his head a bit, emerald eyes bright as he watches those golden ones looking him over.

"Better?"

For a long, long moment, the silver hedgehog can barely do anything but stare into his first aid kit, letting fingers trail across the surface of the items there. All back. Every single thing he used, possibly even more than he needed, really, but...but it...had all been replaced. Sonic replaced everything for him. His voice pulls him out of his little stupor, and he glances up at the blue hedgehog, warm smile already tugging at his lips.

"...thank you. Really," he says softly. But...modest? What on earth did he mean by tha- oh. Oh. Just like that, the hedgehog was unbuttoning that shirt, shrugging fawn shoulders out of it as he lets it slip away. That was...um. At least he was being cooperative, the hedgehog thought as he glances away for a moment, glad that for the moment, the dim of the library was hiding the tinge of colour on his cheeks. Even when he clicks the little desk lamp on for a better look at those bandages, there's barely enough light for it to be noticed...right?

Fingers work over the broadest part of those bandages, carefully feeling along them to make sure everything is secure; not too tight or too loose, and so far, he's satisfied. Well. With what he can see. The hedgehog shifts for him, and he frowns lightly. It all looks fine; maybe his wounds were just healing strangely underneath, accidentally drying to the bandages, that sort of thing. He reaches up, taking one of those hands in his, carefully looking it over with deep scrutiny. Anything to keep his eyes off those brilliant emerald.

"Looks...looks fine to me," he says softly, not even realising that he hasn't even started to look past that bandaged hand. Or he's started chewing his lip again...just a little. Only knows that he's stopped dead still, silently warring with himself over the words zipping through his mind.

"Sonic...about..." he says softly, not daring to raise his head, let alone his eyes, knowing his cheeks are probably burning at this point. "...a-about...um, "

He's kind of a bit surprised by, well... by how surprised Silver is, really. Over the fact that he replaced the things in his first aid kit. It really was the least Sonic could do, after all. It wasn't like Silver had been obligated to take care of him after all that.

He's glad he can be more of a help this time around. Especially in terms of getting his shirt open and off. Though it's really hard for him to keep the blush back when Silver doesn't even hesitate on delving into his shirt. He's glad that he doesn't seem to have made the younger hedgehog uncomfortable with him! But at the same time... it's really hard to keep the ideas his mind likes to throw at him at bay.

Still, he stands there obediently and remarkably still for him as Silver looks the bandages over, though it becomes pretty quickly apparent that the younger hedgehog isn't paying entirely proper attention either. Emerald eyes blink a little bit, watching Silver seemingly inspect his hand very thoroughly indeed. At least, that is, until there's that little whisper.

The other night.

And all of a sudden, Sonic is very much aware of the flush of red on those pale cheeks. Not to mention the fact that Silver isn't looking up from his hand at all. Ohgod... he brought it up. Oh, he knows exactly what's being mentioned. Shitshitshit. The sudden internal panic is almost overwhelming and it takes Sonic a good full ten seconds to gather himself away from the part of his brain that's running in circles shrieking you idiot!! at him over and over.

Well... it was going to have to be brought up eventually, right? Right. So... just... be cool, Sonic. You can do this, right? Right. So...

He only registers then that his free hand has come up to rub at the back of his neck, almost nervously, and that it's really hard to stop doing that. The tops of his shoes have become reallyreally interesting all of a sudden, too. C'mon, damnit! You can do this!

"Uhm, oh... oh, right... uh..." Which of course, just has Casanova written all over it. Get it together, hedgehog! He takes a deep, steadying breath, forcing his arm down again. As he does so, he lets the hand Silver's still holding curl a little bit, against the younger hedgehog's fingers. Lifts his gaze so he can look at Silver, emerald eyes sheepishly apologetic.

"... " A pause, and before he knows it, he's rubbing the back of his neck again. ""

He can't help himself, he just has to know what it was about. Even if it's just a fleeting fancy that was somewhat...okay, pretty much entirely nudged along by what he gave him, he just can't help it when the question immediately begins to flare in his mind, digging and digging until it just pops out. Stammered, faint, but all in all, very bluntly, and there's nothing stopping that flush of colour across his cheeks from simply burning.

The silver hedgehog is still chewing his lip, too. Almost gnawing at it; not just because of his words, but that horrid, lingering...silence that's just there, stretching out between them and he's already kicking himself for saying anything, just wanting to crawl away and be done with the topic. Forget he even said anything. Even when there's that little flicker of movement, and the hedgehog before him shifts a little, he doesn't even want to move. Can't look up at him. Especially when that hand...

...that hand just curls gently against his, and that stammered little apology worms its way out, just as awkwardly as his own words.

Wait. Sonic? Nervous about something? But he...he's always so cool and confident about things, this is...well...it was a little unnerving to say the least. Especially now. Like this. ...W-With their hands like this, in the dark of the library, all alone. Oh what has he gotten himself into...they're both as nervous as each other by the look and sound of it, so this was...it... He can't help the faint little laugh at those words, feeling the first of that little knot in his stomach unwind.

"... " he says softly, unable to keep the faint little smile from his lips. "... " And he's really unable to help himself any longer, as golden eyes soften a little, trailing along that arm and finally reaching those emerald eyes, and that little knot just twists all over again.

He's both glad the subject has been broached now, and entirely nervous. He seriously doesn't want to screw things up with Silver, that's for sure. He's been meaning to just let things go at whatever pace they wanted to, without rushing anything. He already knows he doesn't want to risk losing his friendship with Silver over anything like this. If the younger hedgehog wasn't interested in that way, then that would be fine, too. He was supposed to be just testing the waters, as it was. Not just wading in without a care.

So he's doing his damnedest to be reassuring, or at least trying to anyways. One thing he knows, though, is he intends to be honest. Bend the truth to get something started he's done... but building something on lies just sets it up to crumble apart later when they unravel. So...

The faint little laugh he gets actually helps make him feel better. Makes him smile a little more, just watching the blushing hedgehog and realizing that it's getting really hard to keep his own at bay. Especially when there's that soft little sort of stammered reply and cobalt ears perk at it, sharply. Emerald eyes blink, a little rapidly at first, wondering if he's reading way too much into that little statement. Until those eyes meet his own and ... yeah, okay. Okay... that... wasn't entirely what he was expecting. Hoping for? Oh so totally. Expecting? Not in the slightest.

He wonders, suddenly, when the butterflies managed to take up residence around all the knots in his stomach. Watches those golden eyes and takes a quiet, slow breath to just kind of gather his cool again.

"" he murmurs, quietly, still keeping hold of those hands, emerald eyes bright in the dim of the library, but watching very intently. "" Only realizes he's shifted in closer to the younger hedgehog when he realizes he's closer to those eyes again. Pauses, heart going a mile a minute, forcing himself not to lick lips that suddenly feel really dry. Glances away from those eyes and down to those lips for a brief lingering moment. Wonders if they taste like strawberries now, too. Lets emerald flicker back up to gold as he shifts in a little more.

"" he whispers, softly, watching all the while, but waiting this time.

Maybe it was a silly move to actually lift his gaze up to those eyes. Only maybe. Part of him was slightly mortified at the fact he was in this predicament in the first place, and the other part? Heck, the other part was just as lost as the rest of him, not knowing what to do and all but causing him to faint from utter embarrassment.

Still...what he sees mirrored in those eyes is almost some small relief, or maybe some sort of dreadful warning. Nerves. A bundle of them, even if it is almost entirely lost within his own. He can't shake that horrid crawling, niggling feeling as it twists and turns and knots in his stomach, and he almost- no, don't start biting your lip again; you'll never stop otherwise. It's also about this time that one little thought worms its way into his mind, and before he's even noticed, fingers curl a little around that bandaged hand, warmth lingering against his skin already.

"... " he breathes, not daring to go above that hushed little whisper they've both fallen into. Not to mention he was a little lost with the concept the hedgehog was...speaking...of. Would he... He blinks a little at that phrase, golden eyes flicking between twin emerald as he tries his hardest not to just lock up entirely at the thought, which is...a little harder than it seems. All those eyes seems to do is strip him of all coherent thought, all but pinning him in place, he can feel his heart pounding in his throat, not to mention those words, asking him, quite simply, if he'd...like to...

"... " he breathes, soft and barely heard if it wasn't for how close the other hedgehog has come.

It's funny how this whole thing seemed so damned easy to do when he was lying in bed watching those golden eyes. Now, though, with them watching him back like this? It's... significantly harder to do. Probably because he has enough coherency to realize he probably should have asked the first time. The curl of those fingers against his own is suddenly immensely reassuring. Can't help but smile a little more at it, watching those gold eyes intently.

"" he answers back, just as softly. "" he whispers, honestly. And the question is sitting there. Right there, suddenly, and he has to ask it. Has to. Moves in closer and manages to do so without hesitating, even though his heart is absolutely pounding and he's almost overwhelmed by the familiar tingle of the adrenaline rush. He knows this feeling but... not quite like this before. This is anticipation like he's never quite felt it before.

Especially when he gets his answer.

Cobalt ears perk up, sharply, at the tiny little whisper and all of a sudden it's like he's entirely on edge. That feeling he gets right before he rushes head long into danger, but different. Better. God, it's absolutely exhilerating and all he's doing is standing here... holding Silver's hand and... gonna kiss him. Yup. Knows suddenly and surely and absolutely that he's going to. Emerald eyes flicker and he shifts in a little more, gaze flitting down to those lips, briefly, before meeting gold again.

"..." he breathes, something soft and almost breathless. Holds that hand a little more firmly, close enough now that he can feel the younger hedgehog's breath mingling with his own and... Smirks. Almost suddenly. Just this little mischevious quirk of lips, so close it's probably felt more than seen.

"

Closes the last little distance then, finding those lips with his own and pressing, gently but still firmly enough to be very much felt. Feels his breath hitch, slightly, beneath the little jolt it sends straight to his toes, but doesn't pull away in the slightest. If anything, it makes him lean in just a little bit more, kissing the silvery hedgehog lingeringly, but not demandingly, and silently hoping that this time... maybe Silver will kiss back...

He falters a little, at the quiet little explanation, the words completely and utterly throwing him off for a moment. Now there was a response he wasn't expecting at all, but when coupled with that soft little smile...it makes it...really hard to not fidget or squirm or do something under it.

"" he murmurs, feeling that little race of colour flare under that bright gaze. Honestly, the very thought of doing such a thing to the other hedgehog has him more than a little uncomfortable; he was his friend, no matter what! He couldn't just turn his back on him over a simple misunderstanding. Especially one as sim- okay, well maybe not so simple; this was something he had no clue about, so there was no telling how complicated or confused it was going to be. On that note, it's already confusing and complicated, he thinks, forcing down that little bubble of panic that's daring to pop into existence.

Those ears perk up, dead rigid and rather suddenly, and he's a little taken aback by it. Did he say...something wrong? Wait, was that the wrong answer that he was after? Oh darn it, there's that little bubble again, he thinks, swallowing lightly, forcing back that panic, that niggle, okay, not helping too much, Silver, especially when he- Wait, what? He said what? He's not... For some unknown reason, his heart suddenly kicks into high gear, like a surge of adrenaline straight to every sinew and nerve-ending because ohmygoodness he's close. Very close. Warmth hitting his lips - his lips - and he can't help the soft little sound that's already falling from him, breath just a little faster, a little higher. J-Just a little.

"" he breathes, eyes heavy-lidded, voice catching before those lips steal whatever words were left. There's a moment where the kiss just...lingers. Is there. The silver hedgehog utterly lost in the warmth and silken feel of it, heart hammering so loudly in his chest, he swears it's about to seize up on him. Without even knowing it, his fingers give a faint little tremble, because oh...oh, when reality starts to flood back over him, he can't stop that little sound from bubbling past his lips once more, and he knows he's blushing all the way to his eartips.

And gently...cautiously...he tilts his head ever so slightly, just like he remembered from the other day, fitting those lips to his just that little bit...better.

That stammered little murmur is so vastly reassuring to him that he finds his smile both growing and softening all at the same moment. Doesn't let emerald eyes waver from golden ones so much as a little bit as he smiles at the younger hedgehog.

"" he whispers, softly, moving closer all the while. Cause really, it's obvious what needs to be happening now. And he intends to do it, too. The sheer rush of adrenaline at the thought is exhilerating and he doesn't even realize it's made emerald eyes even brighter than usual. Something wild and untamed to them, almost. He's watching those golden eyes growing heavy lidded as the little whisper lingers between them, mingling with his own breath, but the time for words is passed now, thanks~

Meets those lips with his own and is rewarded not long after by a faint tremble in the hand he's holding. Bandaged fingers curl a little, holding, reassuringly. Heavy lidded emerald never stops watching, and he can see the way the blush on those cheeks deepens even further. Strangely enough, the urge to blush has almost kind of passed for Sonic, now. Wonders, just breifly and idly, if it's the adrenaline doing it to him, so used to it that he is.

At least, that is, until that head tilts. Just a little but dear god, is it enough. Because suddenly those lips are fitting against his own even better and it's like a jolt of electric that goes right to his toes. Makes his heart go skittering funnily in his chest and his breath hitches, just faintly. Well... so much for not blushing. Can feel the faint heat on his own cheeks. He's... kissing back. Kissing him back this time and the softly pleased little sound has slipped from him before he's realized it. Tilting his head just a fraction, himself, in counterpoint, bandaged fingers holding a little more firmly to that hand, if only so it won't give a matching tremble to the one he felt earlier.

It feels... incredible. Heady. Absolutely thrilling. A thousand and one things and each of them better than the last but they all come screeching right back to the feel of those lips against his own. His free hand twiches a little bit, just this little flex of bandaged fingers before, hesitantly, they move forward until he can just slip them against the younger hedgehog's side. A light touch, not even really holding, but the gentle intent is there all the same. And at almost the same moment, he starts to purr.

Instinctive and soft, almost more felt that heard, just something low and pleased. Emerald eyes slip the rest of the way closed, finally, as he leans in a little more, fingers curling against Silver's side a bit more, just ever so gently coaxing him closer. Which makes it that much easier to kiss him a little more firmly, shifting his grip on that hand a little so he can partly lace bandaged fingers with pale fawn ones, gently. He'll let this linger as long as Silver dang well wants it to...~

The first almost little brush of those lips against his, and he can already feel his heart leaping into his throat, lodging hard enough to cause him to swallow against its tightness. He can feel the heat from those lips, that breath mingling with his own, tickling his lips. In the blink of an eye, it's replaced by a gentle little kiss, something soft and lingering and it hits him like a freight train for a moment, and he's entirely stuck on the sheer feeling of it all.

Even when it does come rushing back to him, all he can do in response is let that soft little sound slip from him, that fierce race of colour all but screaming across his cheeks, up to the tips of his ears and probably back again. Nerves strike him from every angle, twisting and knotting and fluttering in his stomach like butterflies. Even if he wants so desperately to keep watching those brilliant emerald eyes, it's something instinctual, something unwritten, and even he knows it somehow, and his eyes slowly close; gold slipping beneath silver lids to rely purely on feeling rather than seeing. Instantly, it echoes through him, and his hands give a faint little tremble, the feeling of soft gauze and bandage curling around them, gently holding and stilling them.

Without even thinking about it, he's tilting his head a little, fitting his lips better to the source of that warmth, and his ears perk a little upon hearing that soft little sound, blush all but burning at it. Knows that he's the one causing that; he's the one wringing that little sound from him. Fingers brush along his waist, and golden eyes slip open for a heartbeat as he leans closer to that warmth, watching that pretty fleck of crimson for a moment longer. That bandaged hand shifts, curling against his fingers to better fit, threading together to hold gently. It suddenly makes him realise that, oh...his own fingers were just there, weren't they? Reaches up, just a little blindly, over that sea of bandages and gauze along the hedgehog's chest, feeling...

...he can feel his heartbeat there.

It all felt so surreal... Something like this, he had never expected, never even thought about...not until it happened, and then he couldn't get the thought out of his mind. Never in his wildest dreams did he even imagine himself standing in a deserted library at night and actually playing on those thoughts. Never...n-never... That's when it suddenly hits him, and he realises he hasn't taken a breath in a very, very long time. He makes a faint little sound of despair before finally pulling back with a soft gasp, not realising how out of breath he really was until he starts taking in mouthfuls of air. With an almost apologetic glance, he finds himself staring back up at the hedgehog, those fingers resting on his chest already retreating back to cover his lips slightly, just watching him.

"" he murmurs, though he's unable to keep the faint little smile from his lips, curling at the corners and peeking out from behind his hand.

""

The moment the younger hedgehog starts to kiss back is the moment Sonic realizes he's blushing, finally. Something just soft against fawn cheeks, but he does his best to ignore it. Which is really really easy to do since he has those warm lips to focus on instead. At least, that is, until he's destracted entirely by the touch of that hand.

Settling against bandages and fur, shifting a bit before finally stilling and just lying there, gently. The touch makes his purr surge, just a little, and his own hand curls around the fingers his own have laced with more, fitting their hands together more purposefully and intertwined. He honestly wasn't expecting to be standing here like this with Silver already. Not that he minds in the slightest! He rather likes this little turn of events.

He gives a soft, sharp gasp as Silver pulls back a little bit, only then realizing just how much he needed to breathe. He was sort of thinking abotu other things, heh. His heart is kind of pounding and he's rather breathless now but even still, all he's really focusing on is those golden eyes which are still very much nice and close. And apologetic.

Emerald eyes blink at it, watching as that hand comes up and he's suddenly watching veryvery carefully. Because if Silver is going to have a freakout then you're going to be damned well and ready to help him deal with it and--

The little smile around those fingers and the little stammering whisper have him pausing again, ears perking up, before he gives this shaky little exhale. Didn't even realize he was holding his breath again. And then he smiles, soft and lopsided, and very much pleased, emerald eyes bright and amused and happy as he chuckles, quietly and warmly.

"... " he murmurs, softly, still not moving away at all, and definately not relinquishing his gentle hold on that hand. Just stands there for a moment before his lips quirk up a little more.

"... " he whispers, one ear flicking, idly. "... "

The first thing he notices, as fingers settle atop those bandages, is that the simple little action has lifted that wondrous sound even higher, and honestly, he's still completely floored by the idea that hedgehog's can purr, but...plain and simple, it was happening right before his eyes. Well, if he was looking at him anymore. Kind of...hard to do when at the moment, a single glance was something that was a little difficult.

Those fingers curl further around his hand, clasping purposefully, keeping it gently knit with his, and the simple little action is enough to...to... He doesn't know what, but he suddenly feels so warm and heady and more than a little lost from the sensation. Before it...he can't...oh darn it. Pulls back suddenly, losing the little war with himself, and he's taking in precious mouthfuls of air, chest almost heaving a little at the sudden movement. No one ever told him how hard it was to do both things at once! Aside from the fact that...well, he's never had the chance for anyone to tell him that.

Still...this was. Yeah. 'Wow' summed it up quite nicely for him, since that's pretty much all that came to mind. It felt...simply...amazing! H-He's never felt anything like it before, and it...he can't quite get around that. He knows he can't quite get rid of the lingering colour on his cheeks and that soft little chuckle threatens to make it worse, except for...that...

In a heartbeat, golden eyes widen a little and that race of colour is back, ears splaying out just a little. He...tastes...like...

"" he murmurs, a faintly embarrassed smile crossing his lips. Without warning, and without even knowing why, that little smile just blossoms, and he can't help the soft little laugh that falls from him. That warm feeling just nudging the sound from him and he curls that hand a little further across his mouth before the sound trails off. He pauses, thinking his words over a little before he speaks softly, carefully picking every word.

"" he murmurs. ""

For a lingering moment all he can really do is stand there and watch those golden eyes. And that blush. Man, who knew a colour could be so inviting? He keeps getting the idle urge to pet that flush of pink. Or maybe nuzzle it. Ah... wow... that was a new thought. Doesn't even realize he's made his own blush worsen just at the thought, or that his grin has gone a little more lopsided at it. What he speaks of, though, is something else entirely.

He's rewarded with a surge in that blush which makes him want to just all out grin. He manages to keep it bay though, just watching as the younger hedgehog stammers at him a little bit. A cobalt ear flicks at that slightly and a little part of him tries to tell him he shouldn't tease, but then... this is Sonic. And teasing is one of those things he does. Particularly to people he likes.

"... " he murmurs, quietly and warmly, his grin still very much in place. It's pretty obvious he's teasing. He pauses again, though, at the smile and then that little laugh. It's just small, sure, but the sound is so utterly pleasant and gentle and just... sweet. That's what it is. Silver has a sweet laugh.

Before he can help it, Sonic is grinning, though this isn't the mischevious grin. Nor is the roguish one. Or the cocky one. If anything? This smile is kind of dorky. And it keeps getting more so as the younger hedgehog keeps talking. He laughs, himself then, something soft but bright and a tiny bit embarassed.

"... " And wow, that was real smooth there, Casanova. You do the blithering idiot thing pretty well. Tries not to blush harder in embarassment and leans in a little bit so he can let his forhead rest against Silver's just lightly, watching those golden eyes. He smiles.

"... "

He blinks, rather owlishly at that, and it takes a moment or two before those words start to sink in, and a light frown crosses his brow, causing him to look entirely lost.

" Oh! Y-You mean..! N-No, I..." he says, all but fumbling through his words. There's no way he was even thinking that; not a chance! He just...liked to keep himself nice and tidy whenever he was meeting someone. H-Honestly! Not...well, maybe he was a little worried after that last little comment about, ah, him tasting like strawberries...e-especially after just eating some; he'd hate to be seen with the little seeds in his teeth. R-Really.

He can't help himself, when the urge to let that little bubble of laughter escape suddenly hits, and he does so, letting the sound slip from him softly. To his utter surprise, and possibly a little bit of delight, the blue hedgehog echoes that laugh, something so bright and full of mirth, utterly gentle, and his words only help to keep his smile sitting firmly upon his lips. Whatever he was about to respond with, is suddenly cut short, and he finds himself staring into those emerald eyes once more; now very much closer, as their foreheads rest gently together. And just like that, he finds himself blinking all over again, this time, thankfully, without too much of a flailing response. No, this time, he merely smiles faintly, hopefully almost, as if he doesn't really believe it himself, that blaze of colour flaring into life once more.

"" he whispers, only a little incredulous. Well, so much for responding in a limited amount of flail. At least it didn't feel that embarrassing. By all that much. Maybe.

"" he says, simply stopping himself before he can say anything else.

He's already learned it's easy to send Silver into a stammering blush and that, really, it shouldn't be that much fun to do, either. But it is and it's all Sonic can do not to just grin at it. An ear flicks, lightly, and he smirks though, just a bit, something soft and fond.

"..." he teases, lightly. He's not entirely sure where the urge comes from but he winds up giving into it anyways, leaning in to rest his forhead against Silver's, gently, just watching those molten gold eyes from up close, taking not of every shade and hue in them. Smiles softly, watching the race of a blush along those pale cheeks.

"" he murmurs, quietly, in response to the stammered little phrase. The thank you has him smiling more and god... it's all he can do not to just want to... cling to Silver and purr at him for being so damned adorable. Instead, finds himself just grinning at him, crookedly.

"" he murmurs and then chuckles, softly and knowlingly. "" he says, quietly, eyes bright and mischevious, still not letting his hand untangle from Silver's, nor move away from the slight curve of that waist. Smirks a little bit more, seemingly content to just stand there and be close to Silver like he is now.

"" he murmurs, softly teasing, though very much honest.

Honestly, if the hedgehog is trying to pull that blush from him, trying to cause the stammered responses to keep falling from his lips...the hedgehog is doing a marvellous job of it.

"" he trails off, smiling faintly, although a little nervously at those emerald eyes, still so close. More than likely the reason he needs to take a short breath, steadying his nerves a little, bringing himself back down to earth again. "" he says, losing a little of that nervousness in his smile.

Still, he can't help the little flush of colour that sits on his cheeks, refusing to budge even the slightest, no matter how much he tries to calm himself. Possibly though, it's the steadying hand still threaded with his, gently keeping those fingers warm. Or maybe it's the way he's been pulled so close to the hedgehog, the hand sitting gently at his waist, foreheads resting gently together. Simple little actions that just seem...so comforting. And he can't quite put his finger on why. It might also be the way that soft chuckle reaches his ears, and his own perk just a little at the sound, smile growing ever so slightly. Maybe it was that...

"" he says softly, unable to keep the little giggle from his voice. "" he murmurs, their noses brushing just slightly.

He's quietly amused by the way Silver gets so nervous and the way he stammers a little, shyly. Particularly with the way that blush sits across those pale cheeks. It's ... adorable, is what it is. And it pulls at something in Sonic that just wants to keep him like that. Smiling and sweet and gentle. Even still, his own smile quirks a little bit and he chuckles.

"... ..." he murmurs, almost cryptically, watching the hedgehog, but particularly, those bright gold eyes. There's something almost apropos about gold eyes that match silver fur. The little half giggled reply has him grinning a little bit, ears flicking.

"... " he whispers, softly, still smiling, feeling the little tingling rush of adrenaline at the fact that Silver wants another kiss. Brushes his nose against the younger hedgehog's as he tilts his head a little bit, leaning in again, slowly, almost sensually, feeling the light burn across his own cheeks suddenly and doing his best to ignore that. Focuses instead, on the way he can brush his lips lightly against Silver's, pausing just briefly.

"... " whispered, just soft but utterly honest, against those lips. Because he has to say it. Has to point it out. He's not gonna do anything that Silver isn't completely ready for, and he means it. Right now, though... well...

Presses his lips to Silver's gently, kissing him softly and lingeringly, something a lot slower and a lot more tender this time. Gives the hand he's holding a gentle little squeeze as he does so, something encouraging and soft, his purr once again racing to the fore as he lets emerald eyes slip closed, just enjoying the softness and warmth of the kiss.

The hedgehog smiles softly, and slowly, little by little, loses the nervousness and hesitation in the expression. Even if it is all but impossible to see straight away. If anything, he seems a little more bashful than anything else. That and...well, he didn't really know what the hedgehog was up to as he says that, but it'll probably make sense later on. He hopes.

"" he says softly, albeit brightly, and a little more of that nervous air falls away. Is he that used to the hedgehog already? Comfortable even? Well...he was his friend, and he was a genuinely nice kind of guy, so he could trust him, really, he could. That's all that mattered. That faint brush of lips against his, and he can feel that smile slip already, can feel the heat rise to his cheeks in an instant, flaring hot and bright on fawn, heat, oh that heat, brushing gently against his lips, and he swallows lightly. He just did this not a minute ago! Why was it so hard to breath all over again?

"" he breathes, a little distracted by it to actually think of...well, anything, really. It was a serious talent that the blue hedgehog seemed to possess; wrenching all thought from him in an instant. "" he murmurs.

Like a signal to the other, those words are the last thing he can manage before lips press gently to his, something...something different to last time; not quite...the same... Fingers curl further around his own, an affectionate little squeeze spurring him to reach out once more with his free hand, fingertips seeking the warmth of that chest, pressing flat as they climb over bandage and fawn, resting gently above his collarbone, curling in lightly. Th-This was...felt a little different to the first- ah, the second- ...the last one? What...were they up to now?

Without even knowing it, a faint little murmur falls from his lips, slipping into the heat between them, something lost and heady and barely even heard through that delicious purr. Maybe...maybe one day...he'd learn how to do that, too, he thinks, cheeks burning at the thought.

He's glad to see and hear the traces of the nervousness fading a little in Silver. Honestly, it helps Sonic relax and find his own cool again a little more in return. He really doesn't want to scare Silver off, even if the younger hedgehog insists that he won't. Sonic knows full well that being too forward makes people uncomfortable as hell, and he doesnt' want to do that.

That's part of why he tells Silver what he does. If it's ever going too fast and he wants things to slow down, he needs to not be afraid to say so. The little whisper he gets is barely that at all, just warm and gentle against his lips and ah.. good. He's planning on being careful himself, none the less, but hey... had to tell him. The next little whisper he gets has him smirking more, softly.

"... ..." And then the time for words is gone again. Presses the younger hedgehog into a gentle kiss. This one much slower and tender than the others he's given him. To his sheer delight, a moment after the kiss begins, he can feel one that other hand, curling, in against his shoulder and holding there. It's entirely encouraging, especially since Sonic can feel the tiny little sound Silver makes, even if he can't hear it.

He lets the hand at Silver's side move then, slipping back more and around, holding the younger hedgehog close to him as he presses into the kiss a little bit more. It's... incredible, really. How just a soft, lingering gesture can make him feel so... so electric. Tugs Silver a little closer still so he can hold a little more and mmms, softly, around his purr. He could get really really used to this. Mmhmm. Has to keep reminding himself that he needs to take it nice and slow.

... it'd be a lot easier if Silver didn't taste so much like strawberries...

If the hedgehog was at all worried worried about the speed at which things were going, he certainly didn't show it. Well, all that much, he assumes; it was a little bit hard to tell with himself sometimes, but this...well, it was certainly something he didn't mind, or that he was overly worried about. If anything it felt...felt kind of nice...and he wouldn't mind repeating it again.

Just like that, as if reading his very thoughts, those lips are there, pausing a hairs breadth from his own, and also just like that, he finds himself faltering, heart echoing in his ears, breath snatched away and ohmygoodness, heat. Pure warmth and sensation against his lips, and that in itself is almost enough to make him wa- wait, did he want this? Was it...well, he wasn't saying no...he wasn't...wasn't pulling back... Maybe it was just...a little too confusing to think about right now...with all...

Those lips press gently to his, effectively wrenching all thought from his head as fingers give a gentle squeeze, others slipping further along his waist, and he can't help the faint little sound that slips from him, entirely lost in that purr. Oh gods, that purr... An absolutely heady sound that he had no idea could sound so...so delicious.

His fingers slip along the warmth of his chest, blindly feeling fur and bandages underneath before settling at his collarbone. Only after what seems like a moment, though, of internal warring and burning cheeks, does he let it linger even higher; along the curve of a neck, slipping behind, and gently tracing the start of those brilliant blue quills. Maybe it was a little forward, but gods, at this point, he has no idea; it felt nice, his mind wasn't screaming at him to stop, and he's pretty much running on pure instinct at this point, letting himself be guided by the hedgehog.

Still...he can't fight the little sound he makes, a soft squeak almost, when those fingers at his waist give a gentle little tug, and he finds himself pitching forward a little, needing to shift his feet quickly. Even as the little moment passes, he can't help but stand there, feeling awkward all over again, cheeks burning, and downright refusing to open his eyes. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening, thiswasn'thappening!

Why...does he have to be so clumsy..?

The slip of that hand against his collarbone is nice. He likes how warm it is and the shyness of the touch is more than obvious. He doesn't press it, though. Just let's Silver do as he wants. Guiding the younger hedgehog, sure, but not forcing. Letting him take the steps as he wants to.

To his quiet surprise, it seems as though Silver isn't nearly as hesitant as he was expecting. Because that hand shifts again. A little carefully, obviously from nerves, but it doesn't stop it from curling up and then in behind his neck a little. Feels those gentle, soothing fingers along the edge of his quills and it's like this electric jolt of something. It shoots right through him, from the touch right down to his toes, out to the very tips of his quills he swears and his breath catches hard at it for a moment. His heart gives another one of those strange little skittering lurches in his chest and before he's realized it, he's holding a little more firmly.

He can feel, almost instantly, that he's pulled Silver off balance. The younger hedgehog pitches in against him a little bit and, completely without thinking, he lets that hand go to instead wrap his arms around and hold. Steadies him a little, holding him closer now and his purr suddenly skyrockets at having that form in his arms all of a sudden. Can't even really begin to describe the rush of ... something... at it.

Curls his arms around a little more, letting one bandaged hand pet, slowly, lingeringly up along the younger hedgehog's back until it can settle against those shoulderblades. Doesn't even break the kiss. Just holds Silver much closer now, arms wrapped around him, purring away happily, not even realizing that flush of pink sits lightly across his own cheeks now, as well.

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