Here it is you sick fucks
Basically Knuckles and Boota are both tsunderes but what happens over a friendly game of monopoly?
Knuckles gently glides his tongue over Boota's naval, closing his eyes to savor this, while his grip loosens on the horny mole.
Boota's and Knuckles' monopoly game turned into a sex adventure with his enemy in the blink of an eye. Now, instead of fighting each other back and forth about the color of the sky it always seemed, they were fighting for dominance, on Boota's bedroom floor, with Knuckles on top. Typical.
The scrawny mole looked up at his sex partner with lust-filled eyes, bucking his hips up. He let out a muffled, strangled moan, half of a pillow sheet in his mouth, silencing his moans.
Knuckles chuckled at him, kissing down to the hem of his pajama pants, pulling at them with his teeth. "Someone's excited?" He teased, rubbing the bulge in Boota's pants. Boota rolled his eyes, circling his hips excitedly.
Knuckles strips the boy of his pants, and shrugs off the rest of his shirt, moving his hand inside the mole-boy's boxers to stroke him slowly, watching his reaction slightly, then moved to his neck. He suckled, biting his sweet spot gently, resulting in another held-back moan from Boota.
Boota eagerly arched his back, a bit of sweat rolling from his temple, but his tied hands above his head, also restricted by the echidna, weren't allowing him to relieve Knuckles. Knuckles noticed his fuss and rolled his eyes with a smirk. He untied his hands and say back on his knees, letting the mole sit up.
Once he did, Boota crawled to his lap, sitting somewhat like a dog, awaiting his 'treat'. Knuckles had never seen the boy so anxious and greedy for something like this, or even so sexually excited for that matter. Maybe an occasional accidental boner at home, from watching muscle man "movies" but had never seen Boota so crazy before, and it turned him on over the moon.
Boota spit the sheet out, and eagerly pulled at Knuckles' sweatpants. "P-Please, asshole!" He begged, his cheeks bright red, as he opened them greedily, and went to his boxers. "Let me treat you first~"
Knuckles' cock sprung at attention, as Boota pulled the boxer's down. Knuckles grinned, pumping himself playfully. "Well, for starters, you can show me what you're made of, by using that loud mouth of yours~" Knuckles snickered, as Boota swallowed. Knuckles pulled his chin close so there eyes met, and he grinned. "Prepare little boy~"
Knuckles tilted his head back, moaning in pleasure, as he bit his lip. He didn't need to watch the mole pleasure him, the feeling was already enough to almost send him over the edge.
Boota grinned, sucking the tip gently, and pumped his cock with both hands. His tongue slowly, but greedily, slid across his cum slit, then kissed it gently, letting it return to his warm mouth.
Knuckles hissed gently, biting his lip, as he watched the boy now, softly letting him at his cock. "Oh my g-god~Boota..." he moaned shakily, and Boota gently kissed around the base.
Knuckles gently ran his hands through the boy's fur, smiling gently, as his cheeks flushed pink. His climax was approaching quickly, and as Boota bobbed his head, swirling his tongue greedily, Knuckles gently gasped again, his stomach filling with warmth.
"B-Boota, I-I'm gonna..." he said breathlessly, as Boota glanced up, pulling back, eyes half lidded. Knuckles looked down desperately, feeling empty, looking at Boota, confused.
Boota blushed heavily, looking up as his freckled cheeks blushed red. His legs had far from fallen asleep, but he didn't care.
"May I have it, Knuckles?" he asked bashfully, opening his mouth. "Please? Cum for me..." he said softly as he jerked him off.
Knuckles nodded, his voice sending him over, and with a heavy grunt, he came, his seed spilling into Boota's mouth, a few splashes here and there, on his neck, face, and hands. He swallowed it obediently.
"Mmh~" he purred, licking his lips, as he cleaned around Knuckles' cock, lapping up any extra drops.
Knuckles blushed heatedly, and moaned gently. "Y-Your really good at that..."
Boota nodded, sitting back. But he helped quietly, when Knuckles gently lifted him up on the guest bed, licking his fingers, and sucking on them.
When he removed them, it left a small saliva trail from his tongue to his fingers. Boota moaned in ecstasy, as Knuckles slid a finger in. Boota chuckled through sharp breaths of pain in pleasure, Knuckles teasing his hole.
He smiled slyly. "Last time I checked, your cock was not a dessert..."
Knuckles rolled his eyes, and moved his fingers a bit more, kissing up his chest. "Now, now. Like I said, indulge, and savor..."
Knuckles finished working Kyle until he was comfortable. He grinned, fixing himself to be comfortable, angling over Boota.
"G-Go slow, okay?" Boota asked softly and Knuckles nodded, gently kissing his head.
"Of course." he said and looked up. "Are you ready?"
Boota nodded, and Knuckles held his hands gently, slowly pushing in. Boota yelped and gasped shakily, waves of pain shooting through his lower area. Knuckles gently leaned down, kissing his neck, letting his lips linger by his earlobe. He pushed in 3/4 inches into Boota, and waited for Boota to give the go. Boota nodded softly, and Knuckles held his close, slowly beginning to thrust.
Boota moaned softly, and shakily, raising his legs up for more access for Knuckles. Knuckles grinned and continued moving his hips inside him slowly. He gently handled his chest, gently, arousing the mole-boy more. He began to pant, licking his lips, moaning Knuckles' name greedily. Knuckles continued to thrust into him.
"Moan for me..." Knuckles said softly, kissing him once.
Boota moaned right after. "F-Fuck...Knuckles..." he sounded out, pleased, his hands letting go of Knuckles' to hold the sheet. He was close.
He panted loudly. "B-Baby..."
"Yeah?"
Boota whimpered. "I'm gonna c-cum..." He warned, holding back.
Knuckles grinned and went a bit slowly, grinding his hips into him, churning. "Go ahead..."
Boota groaned for a moment, but soon cried out softly, cumming on his and Knuckles' chest. Knuckles climaxed as well, filling up Boota with his own seed, sloppily thrusting as he did, slowing down. He pulled out, milking the rest unto Boota's naval. Boota looked up at Knuckles, and smiled wide, his eyes half lidded, shuddering as Knuckles leaned down, cleaning him up with his tongue. Once he swallowed, he grinned and took a picture with his phone once Boota closed his eyes.
Boota whipped up. "HEY! What the fuck?!" Knuckles shrugged and tossed the phone to the side, laying with Boota. "Gotta have some memories..." Boota grinned, gently pushing his ass against Knuckles as they spooned.
"Better then you topping?" He questioned, and giggled. Knuckles smiled and laughed as well. They soon drifted off to sleep in each others arms.
