Do it for the grapes, do it for the grapes, do it for the gr—
“Gah! Dammit, Sonic!” Knuckles growled as he was suddenly spun about from being tipped in a classic tango pose. His dark cheeks were just barely hiding a blush, and he glared hard at the other. Even still, he resisted the urge to punch the hedgehog… for now.
“Aw, just relax, babe~” the hedgehog chuckled, playfully nuzzling his nose, holding the grapes with his other hand just out of reach. Dammit, he wanted to bite that hedgehog’s face off right now! Boyfriend or not, romance was not his forte, and this was just… embarrassing!
Just where the hell did Sonic even learn these dances, anyway?
Refusing to cave in, he stared at his awaiting prize—the only reason he was allowing this to happen—rather than the playful glimmer in Sonic’s eyes. He was then led into a foxtrot, having to shuffle to keep up. Do it for the grapes, he kept telling himself. It was all about those juicy, delectable morsels. He had to keep from knocking him into the dirt; Sonic could easily toss them away in the blink of an eye. He’d regret it, but Knuckles would regret the loss more.
The radio merrily shifted through Sonic’s playlist of ballroom music. He was impressed, though he’d dare not admit it, that Sonic was sticking to the slower, more intimate music. The notes were pleasant enough, with a nice flow and even tempo. There was nothing hyper and engaging, just graceful strides and steady pace. Though he knew that was just an excuse to be as close as possible, just to tease him.
His gloved mitt was clenched into a fist, if it wasn’t being moved onto his lover’s hip or shoulder, and Sonic always made sure to keep him moving, preventing him from just grabbing what he wanted. He hated Sonic’s stamina right now!
“You’re so cute when you’re impatient…” Sonic chuckled softly. Knuckles sucked in a breath and puffed his cheeks, refusing to give into the gentle snarky teasing. Even still, when Sonic’s lips were on his, he couldn’t help but relent and let the other inside. Sonic’s tongue was sweet on his own, gently brushing his teeth and the inside of his cheeks. The colors around them turned into a whirl, his senses locked onto his lover’s taste and scent.
A gentle gloved hand moved behind his spines, holding him in place until the echidna’s eyes closed, allowing Sonic to switch hands. Chaos, his arms were getting tired… But he wouldn’t quit until the echidna danced through each song, and there were still three more to go.
Knuckles whined when Sonic pulled back, before catching himself and growling. Dammit, Sonic was playing him good! Sonic only smiled, though, leading him into a Viennese Waltz. “Whoa!”
This one was not what he expected, being much faster than the other waltz, and he stumbled as he tried to keep up. Though he was amazed when Sonic only took it in stride, masterfully moving through each step, twirl, and slide. The echidna was mesmerized by Sonic’s footwork, which more than made up for his clumsiness at this dance he barely knew.
Sonic’s lips met his again, opening slightly to encourage his participation. The tongue playfully curled around his own, tugging and rubbing until he started poking around Sonic’s mouth, allowing himself to forget about the grapes for this moment.
He teased and took control of Sonic’s mouth as he often did, tasting every available inch of the warm, wet cavern. He couldn’t lie, he loved the taste of Sonic’s mouth and lips.
Dating Sonic was a very… unique experience. In hindsight, unless someone were to catch him in a moment like this, it wasn’t easy to tell. They still bickered as usual, though from time to time would simply relax in each other’s company. Knuckles still had his duties, meaning time between them was minimal—affections be damned, he still had a duty to fulfill. Though Sonic would sometimes join him on the island, having a quaint picnic with him, which was nice. Other times, they’d hang out at the Workshop, as they were now, usually playing a board game with Tails. He still gave Sonic a good what for if he ever pissed him off, and it was really like they were the same best friends.
Their affections never got in the way of battles, either. Even though they were sure the other was looking damn hot bashing robots, their focus was surprisingly sharp on the objective. Sonic even refrained from sneaking in a grope, unless they were already in the mood. The main difference was their spars.
Sonic was as fast as usual, coming at him with mostly kicks, flipping over him and trying to break his defenses. Knuckles in turn would throw his best punches, slipping past Sonic’s moves like a well-trained boxer. He’d smash the ground, making explosions and seismic waves to trip him up. Neither could really hurt the other; Sonic had one hell of a tolerance, and Knuckles’ upper body was hard as a rock, not even scarring from injuries that would probably be lethal to anyone else but Shadow.
Now, though, these spars were… more heated, more distracting. He’d find himself staring at Sonic’s runner’s frame, enjoying the sparkle in his eyes and even his usually irritating smirk. Sonic sometimes slipped up and gawked at his arm muscles when they would bulge just slightly, or staring at his chest and abs. The fur did well to hide them, but when their hands were on each other, feeling them brought a whole new perspective.
With the mix of adrenaline that each fight brought and the way their bodies took on a slightly ragged appearance due to what little bit of sweat they built up, things got intimate really fast. Panting mouths would lock onto each other, Sonic’s hands digging into his shoulders and Knuckles feeling up Sonic’s thighs and ass. It was raw, passionate and exciting, no matter who ended up on top. It was something he looked forward to an awful lot…
So this little dance routine Sonic had him in was very unexpected. His boyfriend was such a sneaky, cheeky bastard, teasing him with his favorite food! He huffily stumbled his way through, appreciating the deep kisses even though he knew it was a distraction.
“You’re loving this way too much…” he growled when Sonic just barely pulled back, able to feel every breath on his muzzle. Sonic chuckled, his eyes half-lidded as he was feeling the heat of the moment.
“You’re damn right, Red. But play nice… and I won’t only give you the grapes… But I’ll feed them to you~”
If the echidna’s darker skin was any worse at hiding his blush, he’d be looking like a cherry at that statement. Chaos, how could he resist?! He muttered what could have been taken as a mutter of agreement. The remaining dances were once he’d never heard of, but he was appreciative of the music that it accompanied. The notes were sweet and lively, sometimes even sexy, just like Sonic was.
The remaining minutes felt like the longest in his life, but soon, he found himself lying down on the sofa. The delectable purple grapes were just inches from his face, and Sonic gave that soft, friendly chuckle that Knuckles found rather cute, when it wasn’t being exaggerated.
“Say, ‘ah,’” the hedgehog teased with a light shake of the bundle. Knuckles slowly opened his mouth, licking his lips at the fruit he’d suffered for.
“…Ahh…” The bottom grape was granted to his awaiting lips, and he happily munched on the sweetly-tart violet orb. “Heh… those are good, Blue,” he complimented, before he took a second, then a third. “You must have gone pretty far for those.”
Sonic teasingly brushed Knuckles’ gloves off his hands, exposing the thick, rugged fingers. Taking the hint, he lightly toed off his shoes and socks, baring himself. He liked being able to relax like this, and he felt incredibly spoiled at the moment. Judging by the twinkle in his lover’s eye, there would be more to come later.
In the end, he supposed it wasn’t that bad. He hated dancing, but Sonic had ways to make him feel pretty good. “I guess… you’ve saved yourself this time, hedgehog…” he said as Sonic plucked one of the grapes off, finger-feeding him now. He teasingly licked the peach digits, earning a soft blush.
“Whoa-hoh! Someone’s picked up a few tricks… I’m honored,” the speedster smirked, moving up to where he was straddling Knuckle’s hips, laying across him while he fed the Guardian. Knuckles rolled his eyes, but wouldn’t push the matter, lest he make Sonic’s ego worse. “Thanks for dancing with me, big guy.” The response was genuine and it made Knuckles smirk.
“You could have just asked…” That was such a lie, and they both knew it. But Knuckles would dance ten times over with that kind of motivation. It was all for the grapes. Especially with Sonic feeding them to him.
