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“Be careful with that bag Mikey! I can hear the jars clinking together, you know.” April calls from the kitchen. Michelangelo hops over to the counter where April is sorting groceries.
“Hey, I promise I didn’t break anything! See? It’s all good.” The turtle grins disarmingly at his human friend. With all bags now on the table, they begin sorting through what will stay in April’s apartment, and what will follow Mikey on his trip back home to the sewers.
“Thanks again for coming up to help me do the grocery run for you guys- usually that’s Casey’s job, but he’s laid up because of last night.” She sighs.
Casey’s vigilante work recently resulted in a pretty busted up leg for Casey, and a big shiny bruise for Raph. Michelangelo remembers his brother's comment on the fight-
“Guess that last guy looked smaller when he was in their getaway car…”
Michelangelo nods while opening the next paper bag and peering inside. His face is then tickled by the protruding stems of several daisies and carnations. Mikey rubs his nose where the petals tickle him.
“Woah- flowers! Is it your birthday? Did we forget?” Michelangelo questions with increasing urgency.
“Haha! No no, you goofball. Those are for Case. Can I trust you to put them in that vase over there without dropping it?”
Mikey looked taken aback for a moment, before a barely-held back laugh escaped his mouth.
“Sure thing dude- Jones wanted some poesies? Is it his birthday?” Mikey says in a teasing tone.
April rolls her eyes and tosses a stern glance from where she is packing dry goods into a small cardboard box. “Oh grow up! It’s not his birthday either- it’s just a gift for him while he recovers. Anybody can get flowers, Mikey.”
A strange look passes over April’s eyes, and Michelangelo notices the undertone of her voice changing.
“I think it’s great!” The turtle exclaimed with a flourish as he unleashed the flowers from their bouquet and began to stick each one into the vase. “I bet the big dummy will heal up twice as fast now.”
April watches him for a moment, before she closes the box on the counter and turns to regard her reptilian friend.
“Yeah, well… I heard something recently that just stuck with me.” April continues. “I know that Casey is careful, and he can take care of himself, I just… I worry that someday he’ll come home in a body bag.” She rubs the back of her neck.
Mikey could sense the moment of vulnerability with his friend, and he continues to stay quiet while arranging the flowers.
“The only time a man receives flowers is at his funeral.” April quotes.
Mikey hums, letting the phrase roll around in his mind for a moment. April continues;
“After I heard that, I couldn't bear the idea that I didn’t show Casey how much I loved him while he’s alive… He liked the last two bouquets, but I haven't told him yet why I started giving them.” She laughs.
Mikey chuckles along with April before handing off the vase to his friend so she could fill it up with water at the sink.
Mikey thinks about all the different movies he’s watched where the hero of the story returns home with flowers for a lover... But if the heroes never made it back? Then their lovers would put flowers on their graves… and they would never see it.
Mikey thought about Leo in South America… He thought about Raph running around as Nightwatcher, with them none the wiser. Donatello worked himself into exhaustion from trying to keep everything running during those two years.
Their run-in with Winters had catalyzed hidden desires into actions. They all found it easier to confess their feelings after such a harrowing event.
Yet, Mikey can’t remember the last time they had done something sweet for each other. They became mates, but the courting period was cut short by the turmoil of their daily lives.
Distracted by his thoughts, Mikey didn’t notice April coming over before two boxes and a backpack were being dropped into his empty hands.
“Alrighty Mikey! That’s all of it. Is there anything else for now?”
Mikey shuffles the load onto one arm before beckoning April to come closer, as if to tell a secret.
“I think there is one more thing you could help me with…”
Michelangelo’s plan was quickly encouraged by April, and eventually looped in with Casey. April sent Mikey off in good spirits- and with some good advice.
The hardest part would be getting Mikey’s gifts down to the sewers in one piece.
Donatello checked another item off his clipboard, tucking it into the pocket of his apron. Donnie surveys the piles of parts in front of him searching around in his tool box. The turtle van had been due for a much needed upgrade. The garage was currently a mess of pieces and parts being sorted, fixed, and eventually put back together. Donatello had been at this task by himself for a day or so now. Not that his mates were incapable of helping, but rather that Donatello preferred to do it on his own- feeling a sense of pride in his finished projects and their value to the team.
The sound of footsteps approaching the garage was Donatello’s cue to mentally pause his progress on the turtle van and bring his attention to the door.
“Hey Donnie! I have something for you…”
Michelangelo; his most energetic mate.
“It better not be another neon-green hand pie… I still can’t figure out what you could even put in one of those to make it so-”
Donatello’s banter was cut short by a mass of plants being enthusiastically thrust toward his beak.
“... Colorful.” He finished, pushing up his goggles to look over the bouquet toward his wide-eyed little brother.
Michelangelo fidgeted with the package in his hands; wrapped in brown paper, the smooth stems of purple and blue irises squeaked together as he moved. Around seven blooms stood proudly among their grassy leaves. The delicate petals like crepe paper, their colors complimenting the bright blue eyes of Donatello’s expectant mate.
“I thought these could brighten up the garage a little bit while you work… You know, since, uh- well! You’ve been working so hard lately…”
“These are for me?”
“Y-yeah! I mean, I got them for you - but you can put them anywhere…” Mikey began to look nervous, but his gaze never parted from Donatello’s.
Donatello admired the flowers for a moment more, before reaching out with a grease-stained glove to take them from his mate.
“Irises.”
“Yep!”
“These are water flowers- they grow by the sides of streams and ponds.”
“Cool! I didn’t know that.” Mikey beams.
Donnie pauses, taking in the earthy smell of the flowers, they have a slight ozone smell.
“I… I can’t remember the last time I saw flowers like these. Maybe at the farm house? They don’t really grow well in cities… How did you get these here?”
Mikey pulls over a nearby work stool and sits down, balancing himself on the edge. “I had some help. I also kept them in some water in my room and turned the AC down really low up there so they wouldn’t wilt. One cold night wasn’t going to keep the Mikester down!” The orange turtle tosses a double thumbs-up.
It was an awful lot of effort to put into a gift that could have been daisies picked out of central park.
“Why Irises?” asked Donatello.
Michelangelo seemed taken aback by the question, taking a moment to put his words together.
“They’re special. Like you!”
A cryptic response from his usually honest brother.
“Special, huh?” Donnie smiled. He began to put together clues in his head- much like when he investigates all the facts for a mission. Mikey might think he’s being mysterious, but it’s all very plain to Donatello. Plain, simple, and extremely sweet.
“I once gifted a book of Flower Languages to April, you know.”
Mikey began to sweat, just a little. Maybe he shouldn’t have started with Donnie.
“Oh yeah? What’s about it?” Mikey responds lamely.
Donatello walks closer to where Mikey is sitting upon the stool, boxing in his little brother with the flowers between them. Donatello can see clearly now how his brother’s eyes are glued to him with purpose- as if the turtle in front of him is consciously trying not to seem nervous.
“In the language of flowers, irises stand for hope, wisdom, and trust.”
“Oh!” Mikey exclaims. “Well, I guess that makes sense for you then.”
Donnie pauses at this admission, and Mikey becomes bolder with his words.
“When Leo was gone, and Raph was busy being Nightwatcher, you took over and took care of us. You’re smart and more put together than I am, and you kept us together when things felt like they were falling apart. We… I think me and you got closer, and you kept me from feeling bummed out about our brothers. If there's anyone we’ll always be able to trust, it’s you.”
Donatello felt his mouth open and his jaw drop slightly. He’d been drawn in by Mikey’s nervous demeanor, and blindsided by a very poignant and genuine compliment. How long had Mikey been thinking this over? When did he become this mature? When did they both get older?
If he thought about it too hard- about all they’ve been through; he might get misty-eyed on his mate who just gave him a gift. This was a moment for action.
Donatello brought his free hand up to his mouth, pulling the thick fabric of the glove off with his teeth, letting it drop to the ground.
As Donatello brought his hand to his mate’s face and leaned in, Mikey rushed a whisper;
“Just don’t eat them, okay?”
Huh?
“Wha- eat them?” Donatello questioned while mere inches from Mikey's face.
“I saw on TV that some bouquet flowers are like, poisonous to pets and stuff- and I don’t know if turtles count, and I don’t really know if we eat flowers, but you never know! And I-”
Michelangelo was interrupted by the pleasant and rare sound of Donatello snorting with laughter. Mikey joined in with a chuckle, and he watched the tension leave his older brother in a fit of giggles.
“You’re such a goofball, Mikey…” Donnie sighed. “... Thank you for this.” He said with a gentle smile.
The younger turtle jumped up from the stool, startling the elder, before planting a quick kiss to Donnie’s mouth. It seemed Michelangelo was making for a quick exit.
“You’re welcome! Now be a good sport and don’t spoil the surprise!
Leo had a feeling that Michelangelo would pop in. He was setting up his room for meditation, but taking his time as he sensed his youngest brother getting closer and closer to his room.
When his little brother leaned into the threshold of his room, Leo addressed him without even turning his head.
“I’m guessing you have something for me?” The leader asked, sounding amused.
“How did you know??” Mikey grinned, keeping part of his body hidden behind the doorway.
Leonardo stood up from his mat on the floor. “I ran into Donatello earlier- he seemed flustered. He wouldn’t tell me what it was about. I figured you were involved.”
After seeing Donatello thrown off from his usual composed state, he suspected that Mikey had some kind of joke or prank. “Alright, let’s have it.” Leo said as he crossed his arms.
“You got me dude!” Mikey said cheerily, before stepping into the room with a large handful of plants. “I have something special just for you!”
Leo goes quiet, a furrow across his brow for only a moment, before he remarks on the gift.
“These are Bird of Paradise flowers… They grow in South America.”
“I know! I thought maybe you would like a little piece of the jungle in your room…” Mikey says as he extends the flowers toward Leonardo. His mate takes the flowers in hand while regarding Mikey with an unreadable look.
“I sometimes wonder if, um, maybe you miss it? I also wonder, like, if April hadn’t gone to see you-”
Leo interrupts. “I would have come back. Eventually.”
Mikey gives his brother a smile and a nod. It's a conversation they’ve had before.
Leonardo often has to assuage Michelangelo's worries. Their other mates got reassurances of their own, but neither of them were as open about their needs.
“I’m glad I came home when I did.” Leo says as he brings the flowers up to his beak.
“Good! Because I really love having you home…”
Leonardo levels the blooms with his face and looks through the bright pointed spikes of the tropical flowers. Leonardo gazes at Mikey with an intensity that makes the young turtle shiver. Suddenly, Mikey feels like prey being stalked by a predator; his heartbeat quickens, and he becomes more aware of how Leo smells right in this moment.
Leo smells like rain on parched earth; a storm bending the earth to its will. Mikey felt that storm coming at him full force- and he couldn’t look away.
“Thank you, Michelangelo.” Leo said with a weighted and reverent tone. Leo’s presence as a leader was captivating- and incredibly sexy. Those dark eyes casting spells over Mikey’s mind- filling it with thoughts of his mate, a dangerous animal in the dark.
“Y-yeah! I- uh…” Mikey wavered.
Leo was moving himself closer to Mikey under the guise of setting the flowers on his futon. Mikey knew what Leo’s real target was- and as much as he’d love to let himself get caught up in Leo’s room, but he still had one more gift to deliver.
“Since you’re here, would you like to have a private meditation session with me, dear brother?”
Oh fuck. That’s Leo-speak for “let me suck you off.” Be strong Michelangelo…
“I’d love to! Just after I take out the trash like you asked me too. Can’t meditate in a smelly lair right?” Mikey shuffled backward toward the door with his hands gesturing aimlessly.
Leonardo paused his forward movement, tilting his head in thought for a moment, before rushing over to grasp Mikey’s hands, pulling the orange turtle close.
“I see…. Well, hurry back, alright?”
Mikey shivered.
Leonardo leaned in and kissed his mate gently on the neck before releasing his capture and returning to his bed. Acting as if nothing of note had just transpired.
As Mikey began to make his escape, Leo called out-
“Raphael is in the weight room, by the way.”
Mikey barely acknowledged the information- too focused on trying not to drop as he detoured to his own room for a quick “solo meditation.”
Michelangelo felt rather proud of himself for managing to fluster and charm two of his older brothers, but his bravado was short-lived when it came to approaching Raphael.
This was the brother that Mikey feared would reject a gift as soft and temporary as flowers.
After his solo act as Nightwatcher, Raphael had a difficult time letting himself feel welcomed on the team, which also extended to their relationship. Hurt feelings needed mending, and the work it took to regain trust was a lengthy process- but eventually, they all found themselves much closer because of it.
Mikey thought Raph was a classic sort of guy- the kind of dude who enjoys long motorcycle rides, good music, and a decent beer. He reminded Michelangelo of an old-school noir detective from those films that come on the TV at 3 in the morning. In those movies, it’s usually the grizzled detective who brings his gal some roses. Would Raph like roses? Is that too cliché?
Michelangelo knew that Raph wasn’t so tough that he couldn’t show his love. The rough and tumble turtle’s affections were reserved for moments of great tension or high emotion. Like when they saved Leo from Winters, Mikey swears he saw tears in Raph’s eyes for the first time in years.
In moments of quiet intimacy- Raph showed his gentle love in the early mornings, post-orgasm, snuggled up with all three of them and running his hands possessively over their bodies.
Mikey had no doubts of Raph’s love for them, but worried that receiving love was difficult for his mate.
He found his brother on the weight bench, as usual for this time of day. Raphael is focused on his reps, quietly counting to himself as the iron weights clink with the motions of his exercise. Mikey walks in, flowers in hand, making little effort to hide them from his mate.
“Hey Raph! Still beating the tar out of the equipment?”
Raphael only notices Mikey's presence, grunting out a greeting.
“Wha'd'ya want pipsqueak?” He says with disinterest. Whatever it is that has Mikey standing next to him while he's in the middle of a work-out has got to be something mischievous.
Mikey's blue eyes raked over Raphael's muscles as they rhythmically flexed and relaxed. Beads of sweat rolled down the green scales of Raph's toned form, and Mikey let himself take in the visage of his brother for another long moment before responding.
“Nothing much! I just have something I want to give you. Nothing crazy, promise!”
Raph grunts once more in response before racking his weights and lifting himself upward into a sitting position. Sweat poured off his face and onto the bench. “Hey, can ya toss me that towel over there?”
Mikey makes a noise of agreement before grabbing the nearby towel and tossing it haphazardly at his brother. Raph catches it easily, rubbing the towel over himself and leaving it draped over his head. He finally regards Michelangelo with a glance.
If he's confused about the plants in Mikey's hands, he doesn't show it.
“What's with the daisies?”
“These are actually Camelias!”
“Eh, could'a fooled me.”
Mikey chuckles and tries his best to stay relaxed. The paper package around the bouquet crinkles in Mikey's hands, and the bouncing red camellia blooms sway in his grip. It's now or never, and the worst Raph can do is throw them back in his face.
“These are for you. From me.” Mikey says quickly- holding out the camellias with a bright smile.
At this moment, Mikey felt tension in the air of the weight room, but held himself steady. It wouldn't help their relationship if Mikey were to pre-emptively reject himself on Raph's behalf.
“For me? Why?” Raph asked with some amount of confusion.
“Because- well- you’re such a handsome guy, ya know? Sometimes I think about those old spy films we used to watch on late-nite TV; with the guys in their suits and a red rose on the lapel? I always thought you’d look really smart in a number like that. But you’re such a beefcake- I bet your muscles would tear out of it like Wolverine-!” Mikey rambled.
“I just wanted to give you something nice and… different. So you’d know how much I… How much I l-love you.” Mikey stammers. He’s said his love for Raph a million times before, but this moment, this gift; it was intimate yet unfamiliar territory.
“... s’at so?” Raph responds quietly. Underneath the towel, Raph’s face is glowing with a shy blush. His cheeks get redder and redder the longer he looks at Mikey with such a brazen gift.
“Ya know… Ya don’t gotta buy me flowers t’ say ya love me. I know ya do, Mike.”
Raphael fiddles with his hands, a sign of agitation that Mikey knows means he is unsure.
Unsure that Mikey loves him.
With flowers cradled in his hands, Mikey steps into the space between Raphael’s legs and carefully lowers the camellias into the calloused hands of his strong lover.
“I’d take up gardening if it meant that you’d never forget how much I love you. How much we love you.”
Raphael sat there, shocked and awed by his immature mate courting Raph with flowery words and, well, flowers! Of all things!
“You’re somethin’ else, ya know that Mikey?”
The orange turtle raises his arms to flex his muscles boastfully. “The one and only!”
The towel over Raph’s head slid down his shoulders and over his shell. Raph shifted the flowers into one hand and brought his other up to grip Mikey’s thigh.
“Ya sure ya ain’t asking for a good fuck? Ya coulda just said so~”
Mikey chirps in surprise when Raph’s hand sweeps over his tail. Handsy!
“There’s the pervert Raphie that I know!”
“Hey, you started it by walking in here lookin’ all cute and excited and shit.”
Mikey laughs again, bringing a pleased grin to Raph’s face.
Flowers momentarily forgotten, the turtles share a slow kiss before Raph excuses himself to go shower up- taking the flowers with him as he disappears around the corner.
Flowers for his lovers wasn’t a bad idea after all.
A few days later, the turtles had a successful couple of patrols and reconnaissance missions, earning themselves a few days of rest and recovery. No missing practice, of course, but the rest of the day was open for their chosen free time.
Michelangelo had taken his improved skateboard out to the sewer tunnels to practice his newest tricks in his very own private park. Naturally, there’s nobody else down here to get mad when he was grinding on rails and kicking off concrete edges.
When the young terrapin returned to the lair, he found it seemingly empty and quiet. He propped his board up against a wall before making his way into the kitchen for a snack- only to find a sticky note stuck right on the handle.
Mikey; Master Splinter is visiting April to look over that Japanese artifact she found. Come upstairs to your room ASAP.
- Donatello <3
The heart doodle at the end of Donnie’s note was very promising to Mikey. The snacks can wait!
Hopping up the stairs, Michelangelo smelled something different about the path leading to his room, but he didn’t stop to investigate before he opened the door and entered with gusto.
There in his room was Donatello and Raphael, laying down on his bed among rose petals scattered across the sheets, the floor, and the furniture. A few lit candles cast warm light up the walls and over the faces of his two mates. Donnie looked flushed, and Raph was looking at Mikey with a familiar grin.
The open door behind Michelangelo closed with a click, revealing Leonardo with his intense expression locked on to their little brother.
Now, Mikey was nervous.
“You knew something was off but didn’t even bother to check… Tsk tsk.” Leo chided. “I’ll have to address that in practice tomorrow.”
“Ah give him a break fearless… Who wouldn’t be excited to get some of Donnie’s tail?” Raph teased.
“I thought this was about rewarding Michelangelo for his thoughtfulness?” Donnie adds with a relaxed tone.
His thoughtfulness?
Raph sits up and swings his legs off the bed, making his way up and over to Michelangelo. “Oh yeah, Mikey… Donatello told us all ‘bout your fancy flower messages.”
“Flower Language.” Donnie corrects.
Leonardo nods, joining Raphael on Mikey's left. “The Birds of Paradise- they stand for new adventure, freedom, joy, and excitement. Our new adventure together as mates comes to mind.”
“Oh right! That- haha! Corny, right?” Mikey remarks as he feels his mates ushering him over to the bed. It’s clear where this evening is going, and his mind feels paralyzed by all the possibilities
Raphael leans down and whispers hotly into Mikey’s ear: “Camellias… They mean adoration ‘n strength… Longing and love.”
The orange turtle felt himself go weak at the knees. On the bed, Donatello opens his arms and smiles warmly- looking like the best turtle pinup poster.
“Let us show you our love and adoration, dear brother~”
Before he knew it, Michelangelo was laid down on his back with Leo straddling his hips and Raph between his legs. Donatello took point near his head, caressing his skin and trailing his hands down Mikey’s plastron.
Leo’s mouth on his, Raph’s teeth biting down his thighs, Donatello’s hands on every inch of him; Michelangelo was groaning into the sensations, nearly overwhelmed with thoughts of pleasures to come.
Leo sat up momentarily in order to bring Mikey’s legs up toward his chest.
Donatello took hold of Michelangelo's flailing legs and carefully pulled them up toward the pillows where Donnie sat comfortably. With his legs spread so widely and pulled up so far, Michelangelo could not have been more exposed. His tail wrapped itself protectively over the lip of his lower plastron.
“Woah- dudes-! If you keep doing crazy sexy stuff to me and staring at me like that- this party might be over before it starts! Ah!”
Leonardo rolls his eyes and continues with his ministrations. “You're the center of attention tonight, Mike… You made it clear to us how much you love and care for each of your mates. Now it's your turn.”
Raphael stretched out one hand toward Donatello who Mikey just noticed was holding a tube of lubricant on one hand. They really thought of everything!
Their genius mate squeezed a generous amount of lube into Raph’s palm, and the red turtle began warming it while fondling Mikey’s tail with his other hand.
Leo settled himself onto his knees, leaning back onto Raph’s chest as he trailed his hands down his own plastron towards his unfurled tail. A rare sight to see as their leader began to work himself open with one finger- moaning and sighing.
Holy fucking burritos. Is he…?
Mikey was distracted by Donnie’s mouth taking him in a deep kiss. Their tongues exploring each other with no hurry, gasping breaths between kisses. Wet sounds began to reach Mikey’s ears, and he pulled away from Donnie’s mouth to crane his neck and look at Leo.
Raph had taken his hand off Mikey’s tail and brought it underneath Leonardo- helping their leader move his fingers in and out of his cloaca slowly, tail curling around Raph’s hand. Wetness trailed down the delicate appendage and dripped onto Mikey’s stomach.
When Leonardo moans, Mikey's dick drops from his cloaca- throbbing and resting heavily on Raph’s thigh.
“There ya go… Now keep preppin’ yerself while I get our flower boy here ready for my cock.”
The words being whispered and groaned out by all his mates had Michelangelo buzzing with energy- he writhed in the sheets and used his hands to explore as much of his mates as he could reach. But when he felt Raph’s fingers return to his tail- the world stood still for a moment as his entrance was breached by Raphs digit.
“Mmmmngh~! Raaphh!”
“Tha’s my name. Don’t wear it out.” Raph chuckles.
Mikey wanted to laugh, but his breath was taken away by the feeling of hands moving his dick toward his plastron; Leo was positioning himself over Mikey’s cock, rubbing the tip back and forth on his tail. Leo was sweating, panting, and focused on getting his mate's cock into his cloaca as soon as possible.
All the while, Raph was pulling his own cock from his tail, stroking his thick member to hardness with Leo’s wetness and lube.
“Fuck dudes- Nghh… I’m ready-! I’m ready please, please…”
“Don’t make him wait, boys… Show him our love and make it slow. ” Donnie commands. Raph and Leo regard Donatello and collectively shiver as he directs their actions from the head of the bed.
The familiar thickness of Raph’s cock entering his cloaca made tears start to gather in Mikey’s eyes. It brought warmth to his tail as he was filled with delicious pressure. In that same moment, Leo lowered himself down onto Mikey’s cock- engulfing his manhood in the warm and wet heat of his brother's slit.
“Oh FUCK thats-! HAH! Nghhh god, oh god.” Mikey settled his hands on Leo's legs and squeezed.
“Yesss- mmmm… Mikey~” Leo moans.
Donatello hums with delight at the site of his mates breathing through the pleasures of their connection. “Don’t forget about me, lover boy…” Donnie husks as he leans over Mikey’s head. Donnie’s tail unfurls, revealing sticky juices leaking from between green thighs.
As his older brothers begin to slowly grind and move in and out, up and down, Mikey’s eyes roll back in his skull, and he turns his head toward his third mate- smelling the dewey goodness between Donnie’s legs.
Mikey opens his mouth and calls out a full-throated churr into the air, then reaches his tongue out for Donnie's waiting tail. When he reaches it, he laps at Donnie’s slit before taking the dripping entrance into his mouth fully.
His brothers answer with churrs and grunts of their own.
It doesn’t take long for Michelangelo to begin bucking his hips- up into Leo’s heavenly heat and then back down onto Raph’s length. The moans from the orange turtle vibrate against Donnie’s sensitive tail, and the genius hunches over with his hands on either side of Mikey's chest.
Like a folding deck of cards, the turtles take turns leaning in and exchanging kisses above Mikey's body. Raph takes Leo's mouth, then Donnie's. Then the cool-toned brothers bring their foreheads to rest against each other as they whimper and keen at the motions of their mates below.
I'm not going to last like this-!
The turtle of the hour pulled his mouth from Donnie's tail, gasping and crying out as his muscles tensed and his hips lifted off the bed. Raphael held himself steady as Mikey came on his cock; and Leonardo shuddered as Mikey released his load deep inside.
“Hah- ah- mnnnnwait wait- gimme a second… Ahh…” Mikey whines as he relaxes into the waves of pleasure washing over him. He tries his best not to move inside Leo due to oversensitivity.
“Seems like I'm puttin’ in the work tonight, ain't that right Leo? How about we treat our little free spirit here to some of that ‘special training’ we been workin’ on, hm?” Raph growls out into Leo's ear. The implications of a new sexual encounter with his two oldest mates had Mikey's tail stiffening again.
Raphael slowly pulls his cock from Mikey's cloaca, being careful as he goes, and holding himself at the base to keep from finishing too early.
Donatello refused to be forgotten up by the headboard; as Raph and Leo repositioned themselves, Donnie pulls one of Mikey's hands away from the sheets and brought it to his throbbing sex.
“Show me how strong those wrists are, Mr. Nunchucks.” Donnie teases.
Mikey wastes no time inserting two fingers deep into Donnie's opening, making the purple turtle chirp in delight. Donnie grabs Mikey's wrist and begins to ride his fingers carefully.
“You t-two always make quite the picture.”
“You're one to talk, Leo!” Donnie replies. ”I know what Raph is about to do to you… Mikey, you don't want to miss this one~”
Mikey recovers his senses and splits his focus between fingering Donnie and watching in awe as Raph begins to press the tip of his cock inside Leo's slit- alongside Mikey's own hardening length.
“Can you feel that Mikey? It's all f-for- youuu~!” Leonardo groans as he is filled so completely; taking Mikey's mouth in his and tasting Donatello's essence on his lips and tongue.
Raph begins a punishing pace inside Leo. The tough turtle has one hand spread across Leo's shell, and the other grabbing the meat of Mikey's thigh. Mikey can feel Raph's cock rubbing up against his own from inside their leader. His mates are beautiful, strong, fascinating- sexy- amazing fighters- much cooler than any superhero on TV- they are everything he could have ever dreamed.
“Take it, take it, take it-” Raph repeats like a mantra. Donnie mumbling his own fevered vows of “Yes, yes, yesss right there- oh- my mates-! give it to me- AH!”
Warmth blooming across his palm, wetness seeps into the pillows, and Michelangelo feels Donnie's passage flutter and massage his fingers as he cums. Likewise, Leonardo's already impossibly tight channel pulses and grips Mikey's cock like it wants to milk him dry.
Stars bloom in Mikey's eyes and the whole world becomes nothing more than Mikey's heartbeat in harmony with the breath of his lovers- and the smell of rose petals.
As they all catch their breath, Raph is the last one to straighten his spine and let out a long groan of satisfaction. When he pulls out of Leo, Mikey follows suit. A stream of cum flows in creamy rivulets down Leo's tail.
“I… Love you guys… Ahh- I also… Call nose goes in doing the laundry…” Mikey pants with a grin across his beak and tears drying on his face.
“We love you too… The laundry is to be debated.” Donnie replies, taking a damp pillow and slapping it across Mikey's face.
Leo melts onto Mikey's plastron and closes his eyes, boneless and satisfied. Mikey fights off Donnie's wet pillow assault for a few moments more- before Raph swoops in and tackles Donnie into the blankets.
“Ya know… We had to clean and make yer fuckin’ bed to set up this surprise.”
“Is that so?” Mikey smirks. “Well Raphie, I guess I can do a little laundry for you then.”
“Shhhhh.. Shush shush now.” Leo commands with only the smallest note of edge in his usual leader voice.
“Anything for you.”