YO, HERE'S CHAPTER 7!
Warning: If you are not comfortable with the idea of intercourse, turn back now!
"I'll let you think about it," Leonardo whispered.
Don nodded a bit, "Thanks Leo…"
"No problem," Leo stated, smiling at Don. The familiar feeling of all the blood rushing to his groin…
But this time he didn't have to hide what he was feeling.
He kissed Don deeply and passionately.
"L-l-leo?" Don gulped when Leo moved from his lips to his neck. Don let out a soft moan when Leo kissed his neck at the junction of where his neck meets his shoulder.
Don's vision blurred at the sounds of his gear and Leo's landed on the ground in soft thuds. Leo gently tugged at his mask, and it untied, it began to fall slowly.
In a matter of milliseconds, he let out a soft squeak when Leo pushed him onto the bed, and was straddling the olive skinned turtle. He kissed Don fully, and passionately, as his hands roamed over Don's smooth plastron.
He had been wanting and needing to do this for a while…and he was finally going to get it.
Raphael smirked as he stiffly rolled off the bed, onto his plastron, stiffly forcing himself up he regained his balance. His joints still felt stiff, but it didn't matter. As long as he took his rightful place, then it was all that mattered.
He clenched is fist, but the sudden sound of moaning got his attention. His eyes flashed angrily.
Leonardo was going to get what he disserved all right…
But no one said it would be pretty. He stiffly made his way to Leo's room.
And he nearly found himself running in there, and ripping Leonardo off of Donatello, and finishing where he left off.
But, he would get his chance, and instead of Don calling out Leo's name…
He would be calling out his.
Don found himself moaning Leo's name at each thrust.
He loved Leo so much…he would do anything for him…
He suddenly found himself climax, just as Leonardo did...
The underlying question in his mind…
"Why would he ask to run away?"
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