[It occurs to Shadow - too late - that this may have been overconfidence on his part. That maybe Infinite wanted him to react exactly like this, so that he could use the element of surprise to get the upper hand, so that he could free himself and—
And kiss Shadow.
...And kiss Shadow?????
He has about half a moment to be startled and mildly concerned about the direction this entire thing is going before his brain promptly hits the emergency shut-off switch. Why does he need to think anyway?? He doesn't. If this is the stupid game Infinite is going to play, then he won't lose at this either - so Shadow kisses him back, hard and relentless. He's inexperienced, that much is likely immediately obvious, but he makes up for it with both eagerness and a bite of his own after Infinite draws blood from his own lip.
Of course, in the scuffle(?) Infinite has managed to gain the upper hand for once... For now, at least. Shadow is thoroughly distracted by the kiss and is... actually enjoying it, um. Let's not think too much about that?? Yeah.]
...He kind of hates the fact that he does, that Shadow kisses him back so fiercely and relentlessly in kind--he doesn't know why it causes that tightness to return into his chest, but it hardly matters when he can taste blood and feel Shadow biting his own lip in kind, drawing blood from him too. It's exciting, it's electrifying in a way that Infinite doesn't expect. He's so eager that it's hard not to meet that enthusiasm in kind and it's--
It's not as if Infinite's entirely inexperienced with such matters--playing one too many games of gay chicken with the mercenary boys does unfortunately have the habit of doing that--but Infinite's fingers bury themselves in Shadow's quills as he attempts to lap up the blood from Shadow's own lips and outright attempts to get Shadow's mouth open so the real fanfiction battle of tongue dominance can begin. And another lip bite, for good measure.
...Infinite doesn't exactly have a plan here, at this point. He didn't really expect to get this far, if he's being entirely honest with himself. But he's...enjoying this, and his other free hand goes to pin one of Shadow's down as a show of assumed dominance. Just. Ignore how his fingers practically lace into Shadow's own and try to hold it to the ground as he continues this fervent battle in it's own right, starting to tug a bit on Shadow's quills in defiance. Not so tough now, are you!!]
[Eventually one of them is going to have to recognize that this is probably not the way things should have escalated, but that sure isn't going to be Shadow!! No thanks, he's perfectly content to let Infinite guide him into that battle for dominance with tongues. There's something kind of hot about it being this bloody, messy kiss that happened just because Infinite's pissed off at him(?) and he's really not going to allow himself to stop and think about any of this.
Infinite's hand in his quills gets a soft, pleased sound from him that quickly turns into something deeply annoyed when Infinite tugs on said quills. One of his hands it seized in the jackal's and he's going to pointedly ignore that he allows their fingers to lace and doesn't try to pull away, instead focusing on his free hand darting back to grab some of Infinite's long locks to yank on them in turn. See how you like it, jerk!!!]
[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.]
Anyway, oh, that sound from Infinite gets a shudder from Shadow; deeply pleased, and he presses the offensive, aiming to push Infinite back. Not quite trying to pin him, but trying to take control back from the jackal, despite the fact that only one of them has half an idea of what he's actually doing here. Shadow is acting on instinct and that will clearly get him far enough!!
Infinite's grip on his hand is tight, and Shadow's is likewise tight on the jackal's hand; he doesn't want to let go or stop or think about any of this, and when Infinite's hand returns to his quills gently, Shadow rewards him with another soft, pleased sound. It's... nice. It's nice to have someone run their hands through his quills.
He does have to separate to breathe. Normally, this would be a death sentence for such actions because that would allow time for someone to think. Thankfully, we're both idiots here, because Shadow only barely has enough time to breathe before he's diving back in for round 2!!!]
[Everything about this is dizzying in a way that Infinite doesn't expect. Hell, he was fully expecting Shadow to shove him off at this point, and if that meant a victory for Infinite at long last, he would have taken it. He would have genuinely been satisfied with finally pulling one over on Shadow, but...
Shadow attempts to take back control, and Infinite will happily fight him every step of the way; Infinite doesn't let Shadow pin him, but at the very least Shadow's not on his back and Infinite doesn't even care as he tries to keep himself upright. He truly doesn't, Shadow's making beautiful noises and maybe there's something to be said for how much Infinite's genuinely enjoying himself in this fierce kiss.
Shadow separates briefly to breathe and Infinite gasps for air as he doesn't even bother to move--his head feels empty, entirely without any sort of thought process nor any sort of thought of the ramifications of kissing his rival would be, and truthfully, he almost loses his balance when Shadow goes back in for the next round. Infinite meets Shadow's lips dizzily and without even thinking, trying his damnedest to hold on and moves the hand in Shadow's head quills down to the ones in his back, through the quills there and seeing what sort of sounds he can get from Shadow. It's almost possessive, the way Infinite clings onto him, not quite painfully gripping onto those quills but holding them tightly as he plays with them in his fingers.
Everything feels hazy, warm, and Infinite's mind is entirely too clouded to be thinking even close to straight. He's absolutely underestimated just how much Shadow knows about this kind of nonsense, but Infinite doesn't intend to go down without a fight.
Even so...he'll let Shadow have this bit of control, just to see what he can do. He's definitely interested now, to say the least]
Edited (patch notes: sable finally properly reads the tag at a time that isn't 4:30am) 2025-03-25 03:09 (UTC)
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And kiss Shadow.
...And kiss Shadow?????
He has about half a moment to be startled and mildly concerned about the direction this entire thing is going before his brain promptly hits the emergency shut-off switch. Why does he need to think anyway?? He doesn't. If this is the stupid game Infinite is going to play, then he won't lose at this either - so Shadow kisses him back, hard and relentless. He's inexperienced, that much is likely immediately obvious, but he makes up for it with both eagerness and a bite of his own after Infinite draws blood from his own lip.
Of course, in the scuffle(?) Infinite has managed to gain the upper hand for once... For now, at least. Shadow is thoroughly distracted by the kiss and is... actually enjoying it, um. Let's not think too much about that?? Yeah.]
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...He kind of hates the fact that he does, that Shadow kisses him back so fiercely and relentlessly in kind--he doesn't know why it causes that tightness to return into his chest, but it hardly matters when he can taste blood and feel Shadow biting his own lip in kind, drawing blood from him too. It's exciting, it's electrifying in a way that Infinite doesn't expect. He's so eager that it's hard not to meet that enthusiasm in kind and it's--
It's not as if Infinite's entirely inexperienced with such matters--playing one too many games of gay chicken with the mercenary boys does unfortunately have the habit of doing that--but Infinite's fingers bury themselves in Shadow's quills as he attempts to lap up the blood from Shadow's own lips and outright attempts to get Shadow's mouth open so the real fanfiction battle of tongue dominance can begin. And another lip bite, for good measure.
...Infinite doesn't exactly have a plan here, at this point. He didn't really expect to get this far, if he's being entirely honest with himself. But he's...enjoying this, and his other free hand goes to pin one of Shadow's down as a show of assumed dominance. Just. Ignore how his fingers practically lace into Shadow's own and try to hold it to the ground as he continues this fervent battle in it's own right, starting to tug a bit on Shadow's quills in defiance. Not so tough now, are you!!]
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Infinite's hand in his quills gets a soft, pleased sound from him that quickly turns into something deeply annoyed when Infinite tugs on said quills. One of his hands it seized in the jackal's and he's going to pointedly ignore that he allows their fingers to lace and doesn't try to pull away, instead focusing on his free hand darting back to grab some of Infinite's long locks to yank on them in turn. See how you like it, jerk!!!]
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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.]
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Anyway, oh, that sound from Infinite gets a shudder from Shadow; deeply pleased, and he presses the offensive, aiming to push Infinite back. Not quite trying to pin him, but trying to take control back from the jackal, despite the fact that only one of them has half an idea of what he's actually doing here. Shadow is acting on instinct and that will clearly get him far enough!!
Infinite's grip on his hand is tight, and Shadow's is likewise tight on the jackal's hand; he doesn't want to let go or stop or think about any of this, and when Infinite's hand returns to his quills gently, Shadow rewards him with another soft, pleased sound. It's... nice. It's nice to have someone run their hands through his quills.
He does have to separate to breathe. Normally, this would be a death sentence for such actions because that would allow time for someone to think. Thankfully, we're both idiots here, because Shadow only barely has enough time to breathe before he's diving back in for round 2!!!]
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Shadow attempts to take back control, and Infinite will happily fight him every step of the way; Infinite doesn't let Shadow pin him, but at the very least Shadow's not on his back and Infinite doesn't even care as he tries to keep himself upright. He truly doesn't, Shadow's making beautiful noises and maybe there's something to be said for how much Infinite's genuinely enjoying himself in this fierce kiss.
Shadow separates briefly to breathe and Infinite gasps for air as he doesn't even bother to move--his head feels empty, entirely without any sort of thought process nor any sort of thought of the ramifications of kissing his rival would be, and truthfully, he almost loses his balance when Shadow goes back in for the next round. Infinite meets Shadow's lips dizzily and without even thinking, trying his damnedest to hold on and moves the hand in Shadow's head quills down to the ones in his back, through the quills there and seeing what sort of sounds he can get from Shadow. It's almost possessive, the way Infinite clings onto him, not quite painfully gripping onto those quills but holding them tightly as he plays with them in his fingers.
Everything feels hazy, warm, and Infinite's mind is entirely too clouded to be thinking even close to straight. He's absolutely underestimated just how much Shadow knows about this kind of nonsense, but Infinite doesn't intend to go down without a fight.
Even so...he'll let Shadow have this bit of control, just to see what he can do. He's definitely interested now, to say the least]