[Infinite's also really not going to think about this. If Infinite's not thinking and Shadow's not thinking who's driving the plane--
But there's something really attractive about all of this, and somehow that pleased noise from Shadow, of all things, gets Infinite to startle in their bloody, kissing clash--it's a folly on his part, one that allows Shadow the chance to turn the tide in his favor as the hedgehog's hand finds his long locks and yanks, and that gets one hell of a pleased noise out of Infinite. It's not enough to separate the kiss, at least, but Infinite shudders and it's more than enough of an opening for Shadow to turn the tide of this in whatever way he wishes, as Infinite's brain practically short circuits and he's acting on pure instinct alone.
Infinite's doing his best to simply breathe through his nose--it's how he's always won these little debacles in the past, but Infinite's grip tightens on the hand with their laced fingers, somehow both an attempt at an expression of dominance to keep him there, and almost pleading for him not to stop. Infinite doesn't pull on Shadow's quills this time with his other hand, at least, but he does bury his fingers in Shadow's quills this time, gentler.
...Maybe he considers getting that pleased noise something of a win in it's own right, but Infinite wants to hear it again for a reason he doesn't even begin to understand, even as his bright white muzzle starts to go a startling shade of pink.]
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But there's something really attractive about all of this, and somehow that pleased noise from Shadow, of all things, gets Infinite to startle in their bloody, kissing clash--it's a folly on his part, one that allows Shadow the chance to turn the tide in his favor as the hedgehog's hand finds his long locks and yanks, and that gets one hell of a pleased noise out of Infinite. It's not enough to separate the kiss, at least, but Infinite shudders and it's more than enough of an opening for Shadow to turn the tide of this in whatever way he wishes, as Infinite's brain practically short circuits and he's acting on pure instinct alone.
Infinite's doing his best to simply breathe through his nose--it's how he's always won these little debacles in the past, but Infinite's grip tightens on the hand with their laced fingers, somehow both an attempt at an expression of dominance to keep him there, and almost pleading for him not to stop. Infinite doesn't pull on Shadow's quills this time with his other hand, at least, but he does bury his fingers in Shadow's quills this time, gentler.
...Maybe he considers getting that pleased noise something of a win in it's own right, but Infinite wants to hear it again for a reason he doesn't even begin to understand, even as his bright white muzzle starts to go a startling shade of pink.]