The blue hedgehog looks you up and down, a determined look in his brilliant green eyes.  "I'm a guy, right?  So you're gonna treat me like one."  He stares you down, challengingly.  Slowly, his glare softens, as he sees something he likes in you, and the usual smile comes out.  "Okay…okay.  We got this."

He lays down in the bedding, his slow, easy motion inviting you to follow.  The grin gets a bit challenging, "Guess the one thing I'm cool going slow on?"  And he does move slowly, giving you time to understand what he's doing.  He brings his muzzle close to you, nuzzling your cheek.  Making his way to your neck, a pink tongue emerges from the blue and tan hedgehog's mouth, as he licks your jaw, moving from just under your ear, to your chin in short, thorough strokes; first one side, then the other.  He swings a leg over you, straddling you, his strong, lean thighs holding you in place, the runner's legs hard, swathed in short blue fur that rubs against your sides.  The hedgehog's washing moves up from your jaw, and he licks your sensitive lips, leaving warm, tingling traces behind.  Then his mouth is on yours, lips moving, and he nips your lower lip playfully.  His hard legs grip your sides, riding through any squirming and twitching your body may decide to give.

He pulls back, to look you in the eyes, "Alright, buddy?" he asks, making sure you want to go on.  You don't seem to object, and he begins his ministrations of your ears, licking and lipping the outside edges.  As he does this, he guides your hands to his sides, where you feel the soft fur of his belly mixing with the smooth hard spines of his back.  Your fingers trace the sides of the long spines, "Careful, it's sharp back there," he whispers at your ear, moving your hands slowly to his front, then up and down his chest.  You can feel the bare patches, where the fur on the fairly new scars under his pecs hasn't grown back yet, as your fingers slide through his soft fur.  He gasps, when you try and feel the edges of the scars more deeply, and gently moves your hands on.  "Still tender," he whispers, before moving back to washing the base of your jaw.

He works his way down to your neck, licking and gently biting the muscle running down it, pointing to your collarbone.  Releasing your hands, he moves his own up your chest, his hands lingering on your own pecs.  Then, just as his legs release your sides, he braces you down, weight on your ribs.  Slowly, ever so slowly, he wriggles his pelvis into position, and you can feel the warm wet on the tip of your penis.  The hedgehog looks deeply into your eyes, a gentle smile on his muzzle, his burning green eyes soft.  Slowly, very slowly, he lowers himself onto you, kissing you as he does so, weight still on your chest.  Finally, he works himself down until you're hilt deep in him, and sits back on you.  Both your breaths are coming a little labored, and you ache to start pumping away at the tight, wet warmth encasing you, but his legs are locked around you again, tighter than ever, and any move you make he just rides through with you.  He bares his teeth in a challenging grin, and before you can react, shifts his legs' grip on you.  He still holds you with his knees, but now has his ankles tucked up over the top of you.  He begins to slowly slide himself up and down your shaft, but any movement you try to make to affect his pace or rhythm is nullified by his knees' tight grip, even as he uses his lower legs to leverage himself around.  You hear a soft chuckle, and he kisses you again, and nips your lip, more firmly than before.

He slowly works himself up and down, gradually increasing the pace.  As he does so, he begins his ministrations to your neck again, reaching further and further back as he licks and gently nips you.  His hips increase their pace, faster and faster, and he sucks and worries your neck.  His thrusts get harder and faster, harder and faster, until it's all you can do not to scream, no longer with frustration, but now with the sheer, overwhelming rush of it.  His warmth is overwhelming and slick as it pumps along you, squeezing you with each thrust.  Finally, you can take no more, and flood him full.  He rides you through, and keeps going, going for a bit longer even, until his own body is rocked by orgasm and he twitches and yells through the ecstasy.  Panting, he slows, and stops, resting his torso on top of you, going limp, boneless.  He sighs, relaxing.  And you rest against each other for awhile.  You barely even notice he no longer holds you fast, just riding the wave of contentment within yourself.

Finally, though, he rolls off of you, spilling a sticky mess from himself, as he lays beside you he sighs, and stretches, still prone.  Then he pulls his legs back, and jumps to his feet.  "Well!  If you're not ready for another, think I'll get cleaned up and go for a run."  You watch his blue butt retreat from you, his slightly curved tail held up happily and jauntily.  That was not what you had expected.