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The Pain Game	By : hummerhouse Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 4701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Pain Game
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39 Final
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Somehow Mikey convinced Don to forgo a trip to his lab in favor of playing some video games while Leo and Raph tackled the dinner preparations.
It might not have been entirely due to Mikey’s skills at persuasion that kept Don away from the allure of his computers; part of it was no doubt the singular nature of their two brothers working so easily together. That was something both Mikey and Don felt the need to observe.
For once Leo managed to serve them a dinner that wasn’t merely palatable, it was delicious. Mikey made a mental note that Leo’s aversion to cooking could be overcome by simply having someone keep him company during the process. It was the only area where Leo could have used a boost in confidence.
Master Splinter had taken control of the television array just before dinner in order to catch the latest weather update. It became a topic of conversation while they ate.
“The television meteorologist has finally decided to pronounce an end to the rain,” Master Splinter told his sons.
“That’s a great relief,” Don said. “There will still be a lot of run-off and the sewers are going to be at high tide for a while, but it’s a start to things finally drying up.”
“We should stay on a schedule for surveying the tunnels, shouldn’t we Don?” Leo asked. “People will start shoving things through the drainage openings rather than waiting for street clean-up.”
“You’re right.” Don nodded in agreement. “It happens every time there’s a big storm that causes flood damage. People are so anxious to dispose of the things that have been ruined by high water that they can’t wait for the already overworked city disposal departments to come by. If it fits through a drainage opening they’ll shove it in there.”
“Or they’ll pop open one of the manhole covers and throw their trash down there,” Raph said. “I’d like to catch one of those bozos doing that so I can return the junk to the middle of their bedroom when they ain’t looking.”
“Now that would be funny,” Mikey said. “Could you see the look on someone’s face when they woke up to find a pile of garbage at the end of their bed?”
They all started to chuckle at that thought and then Leo said, “With a sign taped to it that reads, ‘Courtesy of the neighborhood sewer dwellers’.”
“Local Union two twenty-two,” Raph added with a guffaw.
That exchange had them all laughing and Mikey noticed the pleased smile on his father’s face. It had been a long time since Leo and Raph had been so at ease with each other that they could bounce jokes around.
When the laughter eased, Don said, “You know, the one good thing about all the junk going into the sewers is that there are so often some real treasures mixed in with it.”
“Yeah, people see a tiny spot of water on something and don’t want it anymore,” Mikey said.
“I sense several hours of treasure hunting in our futures,” Leo said, looking affectionately at Don.
“’A missed opportunity is gone forever’,” Don quoted with a grin. “Remember when we were kids and used to pretend we were pirates?”
With a laugh, Raph said, “Yeah I do. Leo always wanted to be Blackbeard.”
“He would not accept the fact that turtles can’t grow beards,” Don said, a fond expression on his face.
“It was supposed to be a pretend beard,” Leo countered in mock protest. “You were the only one who insisted on factual accuracy.”
They continued to banter back and forth, the conversation light-hearted and fun. After a bit, Mikey noticed that Don and Leo tended to finish each other’s sentences, or say the same things at the same time.
It wasn’t a new phenomenon but Mikey had never paid much attention to it before. Armed with his new knowledge about Don’s feelings for Leo, he now did. Mikey realized that those two were a very like-minded pair, even down to their almost obsessive devotion to their chosen fields of study.
Watching Don during dinner, Mikey wondered if there was more than purely altruistic reasons for his taking a hand in bringing Raph and him back together. It was entirely possible that Donny was also trying to pave the way for himself to take a lover, especially if that lover was to be Leo.
That type of long range goal setting was another thing that Don and Leo had in common. Mikey had been so worried about what Raph and Donny shared that he’d never thought about how well Leo and Don’s personalities fit together.
There was a mellowness to Donatello that Mikey was certain must appeal to Leo. It was the type of natural soothing calm that Leo sought for in his meditation.
Something else Mikey noticed during dinner as well was the frequency with which Leo’s eyes turned to Don and lingered on him. Leo had chosen to sit next to Don and his chair seemed to have been pulled closer to the genius than usual.
Maybe Don was content with the status quo but that didn’t mean that Mikey shared that sentiment. He’d gotten the truth out of Donny and through a bit of clever snooping, he meant to find out what was going on in Leo’s head too.
When dinner ended, Don stood up and said, “I’ll clean up since you guys cooked.”
Catching Raph’s eyes, Mikey tipped his head in Don’s direction and wiggled his brow in a meaningful way. Raph’s frown indicated he understood and would play along, but would expect answers later.
Jumping up from his seat, Raph grabbed some of the dishes and said, “I’ll help ya’. The job will go quicker with two of us on it.”
Master Splinter departed to watch some television. That left Mikey alone with Leo, but out in the middle of the lair wasn’t the best setting for Mikey’s plan.
“Hey bro’, wanna help me with my leaping split kick?” Mikey asked. “Master Splinter says I should practice it since you’re the only one who’s bothered to get it down.”
“Sure Mikey,” Leo said, looking surprised. “I’d be happy to help.”
Leading the way into the dojo, Leo grabbed a pair of boards from a pile stacked against one wall. Mikey waited for him in the center of the room, stretching his muscles until Leo got into position.
During Mikey’s first attempt he connected with one of the boards but his toes merely glanced off the other.
“Again,” Leo said. “Focus on your leg placement; you can put power into the kick later.”
It took several tries but Mikey finally mastered the kick, much to Leo’s delight. Having gotten his brother into such a receptive mood, Mikey decided to begin his offensive.
“Leo, before we quit, could we talk a little?” Mikey asked.
“Of course we can,” Leo said, tossing the broken boards aside. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Here, join me,” Mikey said, lowering himself to the mats and sitting cross legged. He waited until Leo was comfortably seated opposite him before continuing. “I wanted to ask what you really think about Raph and me being together.”
“I thought we already covered that,” Leo said with a frown.
“Actually no, we didn’t,” Mikey said. “Not that part anyway. You asked us if we’d thought about consequences and then we got off on a discussion about how Raph and I being lovers could affect the team. That led to your concerns that Raph might really hurt me ‘cause of what happened between you guys years ago. We kinda focused on that afterwards, and I’m glad we did, but we never did talk about the fact that the two of us have sex.”
Mikey watched Leo’s face carefully as he spoke, wanting to see if the mention of sex would make his brother flinch. There was no change in his expression but that didn’t mean much. Leo was a master at hiding his feelings behind a stoic mask.
“That wasn’t my primary concern when you two made your announcement,” Leo replied noncommittally.
“You sure about that?” Mikey asked. “When I told you to just say what was bugging you, the first thing out of your mouth was that because we could have sex didn’t mean we should, especially with our own brother. Then you listed a lot of the physical reasons why someone has sex and said they weren’t a good basis for doing it with a sibling. We told you we were in love and explained how that happened and the subject got dropped. So I want to know what you really think about two of your brothers having sex with each other.”
“Mikey, you already know that your revelation wasn’t a complete surprise to me,” Leo said. “I had a suspicion that things were going down that path as soon as I saw the bite mark on your collarbone. Master Splinter and I have had discussions before about our prospects with regards to acquiring mates.”
“Yeah, we had a couple of those too,” Mikey admitted. “He said he thought a lot about what puberty might do to us and if we’d want to seek each other out for sex. Well, he didn’t quite say it like that, but it’s what he meant.”
“That’s in line with our talks as well,” Leo said. “It was something he said I should contemplate in my meditation because as the leader I would have to understand how that type of connection could change our team dynamics.”
The last thing Mikey wanted was for Leo to go off in that direction again. “That’s not my biggest concern right now, Leo. What I want to know is if the idea that Raph and I do sex stuff with each other grosses you out.”
There was a hint of amusement on Leo’s face now. “I’m not going out of my way to imagine the two of you engaging in sexual intercourse, if that’s what you’re asking. My answer is no. I’m not sure what it would have been if Master Splinter hadn’t brought up the subject and made me think about it before this. As he reminded me, we aren’t human. Donny would say that all living beings are biologically programmed to be attracted to their own kind.”
Mikey felt a little secret thrill that Leo had invoked Don’s name. “Can’t argue with that kind of logic, can you? Course you never know how that ooze might have affected the whole programming thing. We could almost be attracted to anyone. I just knew right away that Raph was the one for me. Have you ever felt that kind of pull, Leo?”
He thought he did a pretty seamless job of sliding that question in and was gratified when Leo’s eyes darted towards the doorway before returning to Mikey.
“I haven’t given that much thought before now,” Leo said. “My commitments occupy all of my time.”
“You said ‘before now’,” Mikey said, pouncing on Leo’s wording. “Does that mean you could be open to something if it came your way?”
Leo chuckled. “You’ve got romance on the brain, Michelangelo. I’ll just say I’m very happy for you and Raph. You two complement each other in the best possible way. I wouldn’t mind someday finding something like you have, a person to share everything with.”
“Want my advice? When you think you’ve found that person, don’t let opportunity pass you by,” Mikey said. “Spend too much time questioning stuff, and a good thing could slip through your fingers.”
Instead of the glib response Mikey half expected from Leo, his brother grew quiet, his eyes once more drifting towards the main lair. “I’ll take that under advisement little brother,” Leo finally said.
The sound of Raph and Don’s voices brought the pair to their feet and out of the dojo. Don was on his way over to join Master Splinter and Raph was looking around, no doubt in search of Mikey. When he spotted the younger turtle, Raph strode towards him with a determined expression on his face.
“I think I’ll go catch the news with Master Splinter and Donny,” Leo said diplomatically when Raph reached them.
“Make sure that weatherman don’t change his mind about the rain,” Raph said as Leo walked away.
“You’re going all domestic bro’. Cooking with Leo, cleaning with Don. What’s next, are you gonna take up knitting?” Mikey asked, teasing Raph.
“I already do that every time I break a bone,” Raph quipped. “Come over here, I want to talk to ya’.”
As he tagged along behind Raph back into the dojo, Mikey had a whimsical thought about how that space had probably heard as many confessions as it had kiai’s.
Rather than go out to the center of the room the way he had with Leo, Mikey stopped when Raph did, just after they entered the dojo. Waiting expectantly for Raph to speak, Mikey was surprised when his brother slipped the fingers of both hands into Mikey’s belt, backed him into the wall, and planted a deep kiss on his mouth.
Mikey groaned into the kiss, instantly turned on by the aggressive way Raph’s tongue sought his. Before Mikey could get too wound up, Raph broke the kiss, nipping suggestively at Mikey’s lower lip before fully pulling his head back.
It helped a little, but with Raph’s body still pressed against him, Mikey was having a hard time keeping his brain from turning to mush.
“I talked to Master Splinter while Don and ya’ walked Leatherhead home,” Raph said, his voice low and husky.
“Your enthusiasm tells me that talk went well,” Mikey said with a small smile.
“Hell yeah it did,” Raph said, looking slightly awed. “He’s okay with this, with us. He said he’s been thinking all along that we might get together.”
“That’s what I tried to tell you before,” Mikey said. “Master Splinter’s advice helped me a lot, especially when I found out he doesn’t care if two of his sons decide to mate, as long as we’re happy.”
“He told me that,” Raph said. “Father also said he don’t want details and he don’t want to see us screwing our brains out in public, but if we ever need his advice we should go to him.”
“Sensei did not say ‘screwing our brains out’,” Mikey admonished.
Raph grinned. “I’m paraphrasing. I did tell him we had a place where we go when we want some alone time and I made sure he knew it’s hidden and safe. He didn’t ask where it was or anything, but he did want to know if there’s more than one exit.”
“Oh.” Mikey’s mental eye ran over the secret room and he again said, “Oh. There isn’t, is there?”
“Never thought to look for one, but it made me wonder. That room was a speakeasy back in the day. There was always a chance the cops would find and raid the place. The guys who ran the joint had to know that might happen and if they didn’t want to get pinched, they’d sure as hell make sure they had a way out,” Raph said.
“We should go look for it,” Mikey said, then added suggestively, “How does right now sound to you?”
“I was just thinking the same thing,” Raph said with a wink.
“All right!” Mikey yipped enthusiastically.
Mikey started to pull away from Raph but his brother held him fast. “Slow down there ya’ horny turtle. I got one more question for ya’. What was ya’ up to with Leo? I could hear the two of ya’ working out for a while, but then it got quiet. Leo looked like he had something on his mind when he walked out of here.”
With a nonchalant shrug, Mikey said, “We talked a little. Basically I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t hiding any lingering doubts about us being together. You know, the whole ‘brothers having sex’ thing. He swore his only worry was me getting hurt and then his team being messed up. If being the leader means you have to be that uptight, I don’t ever want the job.”
Raph chuckled. “Ain’t nobody in their right mind gonna offer it to ya’, so don’t worry.”
“Hey, I resent that,” Mikey said in mock protest. “So, what’s the deal bro’? We have the whole evening ahead of us with nobody dogging our footsteps or worrying about us being alone together. You want to waste any more of it with talking?”
“I do not,” Raph said emphatically. “Come on.”
He practically dragged Mikey through the door, only releasing his hold on the younger turtle’s belt when they were out of the dojo. They saw Leo standing with their father just outside Master Splinter’s room.
“Master Splinter is turning in for the night,” Leo told them.
“Good-night Sensei,” Mikey called out.
“Good-night Master Splinter,” Raph said. “Thanks for everything.”
“Good-night to you my sons,” Master Splinter said. “May you all sleep well.”
After Master Splinter entered his room and the door slid shut behind him, Leo fell into step with Raph and Mikey. Don was standing near the couch with the TV remote in his hands and muted the sound from the television when he saw them.
“So, were you guys going to stick around and play some video games?” Leo asked.
Raph cast a sly grin in Mikey’s direction and answered, “We’re gonna play a game all right, but not an electronic one and not here. Mikey and I are going out and we’ll be back when we get back.”
“Then the video game console is free for the night,” Leo said, turning to Don. “Want to hang out and play a few sessions, Donny?”
Mikey tried not to smile too widely at the surprised expression on Don’s face. Leo walked over to Don, taking the remote from his hand and Mikey did not miss how his fingers brushed across Don’s
“You d . . . don’t want to practice or meditate or something?” Don asked with a hint of stutter.
Leo shook his head. “No, for once I’d just like to spend time with my bro’, the way we used to do.”
Raph caught hold of Mikey’s arm and began impatiently pulling him towards the elevator. Mikey turned as he stepped inside and before the doors shut, saw Leo and Don sitting very close together on the couch.
“We’re not going on foot?” Mikey asked as they ascended to the garage.
“Nope, gonna take the shell cycle,” Raph said, tugging on his jacket and tossing the extra one to Mikey. “Rain’s supposed to be letting up and this is faster.”
Raph donned his helmet and climbed onto the shell cycle, starting it after Mikey put a helmet on and slid in behind him. Pressing against Raph’s carapace, Mikey put his arms around his brother as the garage door began to open.
Sensors at the entry point closed the door behind them and Raph swung out into the street, swerving around the few cars that were out. There was still a light mist falling and they passed a couple of streets that were barricaded due to flooding.
Fortunately the alley that led to the abandoned warehouse was open. The wooden door still blocked the entrance and Raph stopped his bike, getting off to push the door aside.
After they’d parked and removed their helmets, Raph went back to seal the entry again. Mikey used a small pencil flash to light his way and then they both proceeded through the grate and into the tunnel that led to their secret room.
Mikey used his key to gain entry, anticipation already seeping into him. Following their usual routine, he walked over to the bar, removing his jacket and draping it over one of the pedestal bar seats. He had just taken his nunchucks from his belt and set them on the bar when Raph chucked his sai there too before spinning Mikey around and pulling him into a passionate kiss.
Breathing heavily, Raph extracted his tongue from his brother’s mouth and said against his lips, “We don’t have to worry about scent anymore Mike.”
“Umm,” Mikey hummed into Raph’s mouth as his brother backed him towards the bed.
When the backs of Mikey’s thighs made contact with the bed, Raph leaned into him, forcing his brother onto the mattress. Their mouths separated at that point and Mikey lifted his feet onto the edge of the bed and pushed so that he could slide back farther.
Raph’s eyes were hooded as he gazed at Mikey splayed out below him. That look alone had Mikey’s shell feeling tight, but he knew to wait for Raph to tell him when he could drop down.
Without a word, Raph shrugged out of his jacket before turning and going behind the bar. Mikey heard the sound of one of the chests being opened and in a moment Raph returned, holding a large tube of lubricant.
Mikey’s heart started thumping wildly in his chest, a churr rising from his diaphragm. A corner of Raph’s mouth lifted at the sound and he tossed the tube down next to Mikey, its thump making the younger turtle gasp.
Reaching down, Raph took hold of Mikey’s left knee pad and slowly removed it from his brother’s leg. He repeated the process with the right knee pad, the rough skin on his fingers scratching erotically against Mikey’s flesh.
Raph’s stare was hypnotic as he held Mikey’s gaze while divesting himself of his own gear. As his red mask fluttered onto the bed, Mikey made to remove his belt but Raph’s grunt stopped him.
Climbing onto the bed, Raph straddled one of Mikey’s legs and worked the knot loose on his brother’s belt, his fingertips grazing the center line on Mikey’s scutes. Groaning, Mikey quivered with the effort to contain his arousal, though it was trying hard to push its way free.
One by one Raph next removed Mikey’s elbow pads before leaning in close to untie the knot on his orange mask. Sliding it off of Mikey’s head, Raph let it slip from his fingers to flutter down next to them before planting both hands to either sides of Mikey’s shoulders and capturing his mouth.
The kiss was more intense than any he’d yet experienced with Raph and Mikey wrapped his arms around Raph’s neck to pull him closer. They churred simultaneously as Raph lifted one hand from the bed and stroked it along Mikey’s bridges. His palm then drifted lower to caress Mikey’s hip and outer thigh, his hand tightening around the muscle before turning inward to cup the area near Mikey’s groin.
Raph abandoned Mikey’s mouth in favor of his neck and Mikey lay there panting, desperately clutching Raph as though afraid he might stop. He winced when Raph bit his collarbone, pleasure endorphins surging through Mikey’s body and making his hips lift.
The movement brought out a dark chuckle from Raph, who murmured, “Impatient.”
“Oh shell, Raphie,” Mikey gasped out. They were the only words he could think of, his mind muddled with lust.
Sucking on Mikey’s skin, Raph moved across from his collarbone to the apex of his shoulder, where he once again bit Mikey hard. Crying out, Mikey’s nails raked across Raph’s carapace as he shuddered through the immense pleasure.
Raph flicked his tongue across the bite before lifting his head, his smoldering golden gaze transfixing the younger turtle. Then Raph lowered his mouth to Mikey’s center front line, licking his way down that sensitive area between Mikey’s scutes until his mouth was directly over the bulge in Mikey’s plastron.
“Come on out,” Raph growled, his hot breath blowing across the softer cartilage in that one spot.
Exhaling loudly, Mikey released his erection from its protective pouch. He’d barely relaxed when Mikey suddenly felt Raph’s tongue swipe across the tip of his dick, making the younger turtle squeal at the incredibly titillating sensation.
Mikey’s toes curled as Raph’s tongue twisted around his shaft. Having lost his grip on his brother’s carapace, Mikey’s hands dug into the bed sheets, his eyes half closed with pleasure.
When Raph’s entire mouth clamped down around his member, Mikey’s head ground against the mattress, a low keening cry issuing from him. His cock throbbed, every nerve ending stimulated to near overload proportions.
Cold air hit his dick and Mikey lifted his head to look down, meeting Raph’s eyes and knowing his own were filled with need. Raph’s mouth hovered barely an inch above Mikey’s cock, one hand curved around the base to hold it at attention.
“I’m gonna make love to ya’ Mike,” Raph said, his voice gravely. “Ya’ ready for that?”
“Shell yes,” Mikey hissed, squirming against the bedding. “T. . . tell me what t . . .to do and I’ll d . . . do it.”
Raph released his cock to reach up and snag the lubricant. “Spread your legs some more and keep your tail down against the bed. Just let me do the driving and I’ll take care of ya’.”
Mikey watched each of Raph’s movements avidly, noting that Raph’s penis hung hard and heavy between his legs. The mere sight of his brother’s enormous phallus sent spasms of desire along Mikey’s spine, making his asshole contract.
As Mikey shifted his legs further apart, Raph moved as well, coming to a stop when he was kneeling between Mikey’s thighs. Mikey’s heart jumped when the top of the lubricant popped open, his eyes transfixed by the image of Raph squeezing the tube’s contents onto one of his fingers.
When Raph touched that finger against the opening beneath his brother’s tail, Mikey tensed.
“Shh,” Raph soothed, his fingertip tickling Mikey’s entrance in order to paint lubricant around the puckered ring. “Gonna go nice and slow. This time ya’ tell me to stop if it hurts too bad, ya’ understand me, Mike? This time we do it right.”
Emotion so strong it nearly closed Mikey’s throat made it difficult for him to answer at once, so he nodded first and then managed to croak, “Okay, Raph.”
With great care Raph penetrated Mikey’s rectum, his finger gliding in smoothly up to the first joint where he stopped for a second. There was a mild sting, enough to stimulate Mikey’s senses without being overly painful. As Mikey gave breathy voice to his pleasure, Raph began pushing again and almost at once the sting intensified.
Mikey’s churr was cut off as his back teeth snapped together. At the same time his cock jumped as the pain radiated straight into Mikey’s groin.
“Mike?” Raph asked, hesitating.
“K . . . keep going,” Mikey hissed. “Feels go~od!”
Instead of doing as Mikey asked, Raph extracted his finger, ignoring his younger brother’s groan of protest. “I already said that this time I ain’t wanting to hurt ya’,” Raph said, liberally coating his finger with additional lubricant. “I want ya’ to remember everything about me, not about pain.”
A feeling unlike anything he’d ever experienced bloomed into warmth inside Mikey’s chest. Mikey thought if love was a physical thing, it had to be that feeling more than any other.
True to his word, Raph carefully prepped his brother, sliding first one entire finger into Mikey and then adding a second. By the time Raph began to scissor his fingers inside Mikey’s ass, the younger turtle was panting with need, precum dribbling from his cock and slicking his shaft.
As Raph twisted his fingers inside Mikey, they brushed against something that made Mikey yelp, the back of his head slamming into the mattress. His entire body shuddered at the overwhelming rush of pleasure that was very like a flash fire dancing along his nerve endings.
“Sh~ell!” Mikey exclaimed as the feeling began to subside.
Mikey didn’t even realize his eyes had closed until he pried them open. The first thing he saw was Raph’s leering grin.
“Prostate,” Raph said in as smug a tone as Mikey had ever heard from him. “Wondered if I could find it with my fingers.”
Breathing heavily, Mikey said, “If you do that again I’m gonna cum.”
He remembered back to when Raph had used the butt plug on him and had hit that same area, not once but three times. When Mikey was finally allowed a release he’d passed out.
Chuckling, Raph extracted his fingers. “I’m gonna do that with my dick,” Raph told him, slathering his cock with lube before adding provocatively, “I want ya’ to cum when I’m inside of ya’.”
The way Raph said those words had Mikey shivering in anticipation. Mikey’s hands once more dug into the sheets as Raph got into position above him, gripping the edges of Mikey’s carapace and tilting his hips up to a more advantageous height.
Grasping his cock, Raph lined up the tip with Mikey’s anus and entered him. Once he had penetrated past that tight ring of muscle, Raph braced himself, palms firmly planted to either side of Mikey’s body.
With infinite care Raph buried his length inside of Mikey, groaning his pleasure the entire way. Mikey’s cock bounced against his own plastron, the burn of Raph’s penetration electrifying the younger turtle’s very core.
“Damn,” Raph finally said in a breathy exhale. “Never knew anything could feel so fucking good.”
“Me either,” Mikey agreed, his voice quivering slightly. “Raph~ie . . . give me more.”
Obligingly, Raph pulled partway back before snapping his hips forward. Setting up a steady pace, Raph began to thrust into Mikey, fucking him amidst the grunts and churrs to which they both gave voice.
Mikey latched onto Raph’s beefy arms, lifting his hips to meet each of his brother’s powerful downward drives. Having Raph’s large cock drilling into him made Mikey feel both greedy and gratified, his whole body aflame with his lust.
“Ahh, ahh, ngh~mmm.” Mikey panted, his cock throbbing.
He started to slide one hand down Raph’s arm in order to take care of his own needs but his brother stopped mid-thrust when Mikey moved.
“I got this,” Raph told him.
Leaning to one side, Raph braced himself on his forearm and wrapped a hand around Mikey’s cock. When Raph began to move inside of Mikey again, his hand did too, tight and steady along Mikey’s shaft.
Digging his heels into the mattress, Mikey’s body shook as an intense tingling sensation swept through him before settling into his groin. When Raph stabbed his prostate, the tingling grew and spread into his cock.
“Raph, oh, oh man,” Mikey whispered nonsensically. “Raph, I’m . . . ahh, ahh.”
“Shit,” Raph cursed, pounding into Mikey at a frenetic pace. “Tight . . . little . . . shit.”
When Raph’s hard cock hit Mikey’s prostate again, it sent the younger turtle over the edge. Crying out his brother’s name, Mikey exploded over Raph’s hand, his cum jetting out to splatter his plastron.
“Ahh . . . yes!” Raph shouted as he plunged forward and climaxed. Releasing Mikey’s cock, Raph slapped his hand down on the mattress as his hips pumped a couple of quick, sharp thrusts into his brother.
Buried all of the way inside of Mikey, Raph stopped moving. Head down and breathing heavily, Raph’s body trembled once. Swallowing thickly, Mikey’s eyes fluttered open, his heart racing and his breathing fast. His eyes sought Raph’s and as if feeling that vivid blue gaze, Raph looked up.
A slow smile curved Raph’s lips, the sight bringing a delighted chuckle to the younger turtle. Surging downwards, Raph’s mouth connected with Mikey’s and locked on as he kissed his brother passionately.
After a few minutes Raph’s cock slid out of Mikey, who could then feel his brother’s warm seed dripping from his ass. The sensation was absolutely glorious.
Breaking the kiss, Raph looked into Mikey’s eyes and told him, “I love ya’, Michelangelo.”
Mikey couldn’t have stopped smiling if he tried. “I love you too, Raphael.”
TBC…………
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