[TMNT] Midnight Snack
Methinks I need a more apropriate icon. *sigh*
Title Midnight Snack
Pairing Leo/Don
Summary Summary would mean there’s plot…
Warning Turtlecest (Turtle on Turtle)
Author’s Note Randomly written for karasuookami on an IM. Title of awesome is courtesy of tiamat1972 And as the summary implies, there's no real actual point to this. ^^; And I'm surprisingly nervous about posting this. o__O *chews on fingers and toes*
How they wound up against the fridge, Don didn't know. He really didn't care at that point either. So long as no one walked in, Leo could hold him there as long as he wanted. Just so long as he kept working himself deeper.
Small bursts of sounds exploded from his brother's mouth, and one of Leo's hands scrabbled over Don's thigh.
Don didn't know how Leo could stay on his feet like this. If their positions had been reversed, Don knows he would have been on the floor. As it was, Leo was the only thing holding him up, and even then, Don only remained balanced on two toes. but his hands clenched onto the top of the refrigerator, head thrown back against the freezer door. His breath gasped out of his throat, and he struggled to move with Leo's pounding, but he couldn't. The angle wasn't right. And he could feel the refrigerator shifting under his weight.
Leo's breath warmed Don's neck, his cheek fitted into the crook of Don's shoulder. He panted, eyes hidden from Donatello's gaze. All his focus on the cock buried in his brother, even while Donatello gasped and churred and welcomed the ebb and flow of his love-making.
Donatello had marks from Leo's teeth. Carefully placed along his thighs, down his sides. A nip on his tail. Hidden spots, or areas normally covered by gear.
Leonardo had left them while stripping his brother naked.
It didn't last long enough (but then, when did it ever?). Leonardo pushed in and in, his breath seizing and fingers tightening where they held. They would leave bruises, too, Donatello suspected. But right then he didn't care.
Because Leo had pulled out, and was bending low. Kneeling down, spent, but not finished.
Leonardo took Donatello's own hard shaft into his mouth and ran his tongue over the head.
Donatello writhed; hands twisting to keep their hold, one leg thrown over Leos shoulder. He choked back the cry as he came, pumping himself into Leo's mouth. He choked again as Leo's tongue rippled with swallows. Drinking Donatello down.
Leonardo pulled away then, and drew Donatello down to the floor with him. He nuzzled his brother, catching his breath, and letting Don do the same.
They would stay there for only a little while. They had to part before the others started stirring.
They couldn't let themselves be caught this way at all.
-end-
Title Midnight Snack
Pairing Leo/Don
Summary Summary would mean there’s plot…
Warning Turtlecest (Turtle on Turtle)
Author’s Note Randomly written for karasuookami on an IM. Title of awesome is courtesy of tiamat1972 And as the summary implies, there's no real actual point to this. ^^; And I'm surprisingly nervous about posting this. o__O *chews on fingers and toes*
How they wound up against the fridge, Don didn't know. He really didn't care at that point either. So long as no one walked in, Leo could hold him there as long as he wanted. Just so long as he kept working himself deeper.
Small bursts of sounds exploded from his brother's mouth, and one of Leo's hands scrabbled over Don's thigh.
Don didn't know how Leo could stay on his feet like this. If their positions had been reversed, Don knows he would have been on the floor. As it was, Leo was the only thing holding him up, and even then, Don only remained balanced on two toes. but his hands clenched onto the top of the refrigerator, head thrown back against the freezer door. His breath gasped out of his throat, and he struggled to move with Leo's pounding, but he couldn't. The angle wasn't right. And he could feel the refrigerator shifting under his weight.
Leo's breath warmed Don's neck, his cheek fitted into the crook of Don's shoulder. He panted, eyes hidden from Donatello's gaze. All his focus on the cock buried in his brother, even while Donatello gasped and churred and welcomed the ebb and flow of his love-making.
Donatello had marks from Leo's teeth. Carefully placed along his thighs, down his sides. A nip on his tail. Hidden spots, or areas normally covered by gear.
Leonardo had left them while stripping his brother naked.
It didn't last long enough (but then, when did it ever?). Leonardo pushed in and in, his breath seizing and fingers tightening where they held. They would leave bruises, too, Donatello suspected. But right then he didn't care.
Because Leo had pulled out, and was bending low. Kneeling down, spent, but not finished.
Leonardo took Donatello's own hard shaft into his mouth and ran his tongue over the head.
Donatello writhed; hands twisting to keep their hold, one leg thrown over Leos shoulder. He choked back the cry as he came, pumping himself into Leo's mouth. He choked again as Leo's tongue rippled with swallows. Drinking Donatello down.
Leonardo pulled away then, and drew Donatello down to the floor with him. He nuzzled his brother, catching his breath, and letting Don do the same.
They would stay there for only a little while. They had to part before the others started stirring.
They couldn't let themselves be caught this way at all.
-end-