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Espio doesn’t really do “dates,” he insists. They’re expensive and time-consuming. There are other ways to bond and spend time with a partner, he insists. So, Silver, more often than not, finds himself caught up in his boyfriend’s chaotic life–solving cases, preparing food, doing housework, training. And it’s not like he minds.
But it’s quiet under the clear blue sky.
Espio calls it a “break.” They’re spending time outdoors so that the chameleon can bask in the sun (“It saves electricity,” he says), and so that Silver can unwind and do… Whatever it is that he does.
So the hedgehog stares at his boyfriend as he sits, eyes shut and perfectly upright, on the slope of the grassy hill.
He floats midair, letting his body relax while his psychokinesis holds him steady, and watches the sun shine off of Espio’s scales. They’ve grown steadily brighter and lighter over the course of the past half hour–his blood and body warming under the heat of the mid-afternoon sun. He’s very charming like this, he thinks. Vivid and content.
“Can I help you?”
Silver falters midair, scrambling for purchase on nothing as he struggles to upright himself under pressure. “Es!” he laughs, once he’s positioned himself mostly vertical. “I’m, um– What’s up?”
“You’re staring, Silver,” the ninja explains calmly, a single sunshine-yellow eye peeking at his partner. “Would you like something?”
“No! Well, um,” he laughs again, floating over to sit next to him. “I would actually like to, um…”
“Yes?”
“You’re very pretty…” the psychic mumbles. Espio’s scales flush cherry-pink.
“Oh–!”
Silver scoots himself closer, his hips nearly touching his partner’s. “I mean, y’know. Y’look nice right now.”
Espio averts his gaze, hand over his mouth, flustered. “T– Thank you.”
“Espio.” Reaching a paw to the chameleon’s chin, Silver tilts his head to face him once more. Espio’s eyes widen slightly.
He leans in, lips grazing his partner’s cheek. When Espio’s shoulders relax beneath his touch, he kisses gently, little pecks peppered across his face.
“Silver–!” the ninja laughs, low and soft. His hands move to the psychic’s waist, his tail wrapping around his forearm snugly.
Silver pecks at the corner of Espio’s mouth, gently, and then with insistence. Espio laughs once more, and then tilts his head carefully–his lips meeting his boyfriend's in a playful, messy kiss.
The psychic’s kisses are enthusiastic, bold. He’s all firm, unrhythmic pressure against his partner's more careful, steady lips.
The paw cupping Espio’s chin moves to his cheek as Silver slowly pushes him to the ground, his own body pressing across warm scales as he settles his torso against Espio’s chest. Fully on his back, the chameleon melts under his partner–thick fur and soft muscle rendering him pliant and content in seconds.
Espio gasps under Silver’s mouth as the psychic’s thumb smooths over his cheek. Tentatively, Silver flicks his tongue against the ninja’s pointed teeth.
His mouth opens slightly, warm and inviting, and Silver carefully works his way in. He pushes against Espio’s tongue, breathing hard–taking in his scent, his taste, the feel of his chest heaving under his own. His other paw wanders over his partner's shoulder and neck, fingers gliding over pink scales, leaving vibrant trails of reds and teals in their wake.
Sighing, Espio’s head tilts back, and Silver pulls out of the ninja’s mouth. He kisses at his cheek once more, before moving down to his neck–nipping sporadically as he presses warm affection against his partner.
He hears Espio mumble his name, the chameleon's lean fingers burying themselves in the gray fur around Silver’s waist. In response, he bites, hard–and it’s not quite hard enough to break through tough, flexible scales, but it’s enough for Espio to gasp, and then shudder. His tail tightens around Silver’s forearm.
Licking over the bite, Silver moves to the other side of his partner’s neck to continue his work. He can hear Espio breathing hard, feel his chest rise and fall under his own, and he’s sure he’s not in much better a state.
Satisfied with his coverage, he pulls off to stare into his partner’s face. Scales flushed and eyelids fluttering, Espio mumbles something–and it could be Silver’s name, or something else entirely–as he reaches a hand up to pat at his partner’s cheek.
“You okay?” Silver asks, the smile on his face bright and a little warmer than it is even usually. The fur around his muzzle is mussed, wet and splayed out erratically.
Espio nods beneath him, tangling deft fingers into relaxed quills. Silver huffs a laugh, and nips at his cheek playfully. “You sure?”
He can’t say he’s anything less than thrilled when, grabbing at his quills, Espio pulls him back down to press their lips together once more.