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“Got you.”
Sonic laughed as his loyal knight and lovely boyfriend trapped him against the tree. The two had been sparring for a couple of hours now, and they were previously tied.
“You’ve got me, lance.” Sonic placed his hand on the sword, bringing it down as he brought his figure down. Patting the space beside him, he invited Lancelot to sit.
Lancelot, out of breath as his sword lowered, slowly took the seat next to Sonic. His visor- previously down, was brought up as Sonic as he sat, tired, at the foot of the tree.
“Are you alright, si- Sonic?” Lancelot asked curiously, staring down at the other, who had began to lean onto him.
“Tired.” Sonic muttered, snuggling closer to Lancelot and burying his head in Lancelot chest. Lance felt his face heat up, his hands moving to slowly stroke his kings quills. He felt Sonic’s eyes close beneath him, and he stared out into the dull nighttime.
The stars above him sparked and winked as the cool night breeze ruffled the two hedgehogs fur.
“You’re so soft.” Sonic muttered. Lancelots hand stopped as his brain did. He always short circuited at compliments. His unoccupied hand moved to push the visor down with a clunk as lance struggled to respond.
“Nope, come back.” Sonic pushed himself up and pulled lancelots visor up, revealing his red and panicked face, his face a small smile as his eyes stared back into Sonic’s. Sonic just planted a small kiss on lancelots forehead and returned back to his spot, burning his face into his boyfriend’s chest fur.
After a minute of gay panic, lance leaned his head back against the tree, returning his hands to Sonic’s quills as their eyes closed.