By: Jocelyn D. Hoover
Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT. If I did... Giggle snort.
Pairing: Raph/Mikey
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Michelangelo loved it when they were like this... Raphael gripping his hips, panting and grunting, sounding like a crazed, wild animal in heat, thrusting into him as hard as he could.
But Mikey had no idea why Raph ended up like a crazed, wild animal in heat... and he also didn't really know that -he- acted like a crazed wild animal in heat.
What he did know was that he loved it. Every. Fucking. Moment of it.
He vaguely remembered begging for Raph to bury deep inside him and as hard as he could. Mikey loved the way that felt; it felt like he was being torn in half... but it didn't hurt that much after the second time. It felt like he was being overwhelmed - being filled, whole. And he loved it.
He knew he was loud because when they were cuddling afterwards, it would go step by step - Raph smirking and pulling him to him, Raph telling him he was "freakin' loud", Don pounding on the door telling them that there was no possible way that the screaming could have gotten through the lab doors - but they did, and then Leo laughing and coaxing Don to leave it be.
He was always so embarrassed...
Raph always told him he was even cuter when he was embarrassed.
He knew he grabbed at Raph and he knew there were tears in the corners of his eyes because Raph always ended up wiping them away after both of them were spent and cuddling. He knew he grabbed at Raph because well... even thought none of their nails were that long, there were still slim blood streaks near Raph's shoulders.
Mikey was always sorry that he had made him bleed and Raph would just smile and shake his head. In the morning, he was always worried and flailing his arms about, yelling for someone to get the first aid kit.
That always got him a smack upside the head... And a soft grin from Raph.
That grin... always made Mikey give a genuine, loving smile.
And he couldn't help it if he ended up bowling Raph over and snuggling with him.
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Joce: And there you go! Another drabble! I wonder if it made any sense... Rubs head.
Mixen: Nosebleeds.
Joce: o.o Mixen?
Mixen: Faints.
Joce: That's not good...