Michelangelo awkwardly led Donatello into his scarcely used room. The room was neat, much to Donatello's surprise. There was a neat pile of comic books, organized by series. His bed was a bit untidy but that more than likely stemmed from the activity he was taking part in a few minutes prior. There was no furniture to speak of since most of Michelangelo's life was spent in the living room. Donatello watched as Michelangelo shuffled about trying to comfortably sit, his hands clasping and unclasping as he sat before Donatello in a most uncomfortable position.
Donatello could not help but look at Michelangelo's jewel that gleamed at him from between his shaking legs. They bounced up and down and in turn he moved in rhythm. Donatello could feel his arousal growing.
"Ugh, so," Michelangelo looked around, his hands going in all different directions, as if that would help him start the awkward conversation now made impossible by his little predicament.
"Yeah, so," Donatello also could not speak, his mind in other places.
"Uhm, so if you want, we can do this some other – "
"I can help you finish," Donatello blurted out. His eyes were fixed in between Michelangelo's legs.
"Uhm, what?"
"Well I mean since you already got started, and we are already out with each other that we kind of have more feelings for each other than brotherly affection," Donatello weakly reasoned. "I could, uhm, help you finish relieving yourself if you would like." Michelangelo looked at Donatello with an intense look of confusion.
"Uhm, wouldn't that be a little weird? I mean we're just barely open about this stuff."
"Well," Donatello shrugged. "We've already seen each other's genitals and I've already heard you masturbating – "
"Wait! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Time out!" Michelangelo cried, his hands motioning for a time out. "You've heard me jacking off?" Donatello's face erupted in a blush. "When?" Michelangelo probed.
"Well, earlier today," Donatello said bashfully. Donatello looked up to see Michelangelo's arms crossed in front of him, a look of awaiting an explanation on his face. His member was limping a bit, but it still stood tall and proud. "Well I was coming over to see if you wanted to do something , and I saw that the room to your door, uh, I mean, door to your room was shut so I was going to go and knock on the door so as not to be rude," Donatello explained, nodding to Mikey. "And so I was about to knock when I heard you from the inside and I heard you cheering yourself on and –"
"Wait a second! You heard me?!" Donatello nodded, a shy look on his face. "Dude!" Donatello feared Michelangelo would be ashamed and disgusted at him for his peeping. "And you didn't cheer me on too!? That is so wrong!" Michelangelo shook his head in disappointment.
"Wait, what? You're not mad at me?!"Donatello asked in disbelief.
"Nah dude, why would I be mad at you?" Michelangelo approached Donatello, his member now fully limp. "I really love ya bro. And I really liked what I saw when I walked in on ya," Michelangelo chuckled, winking at Donatello. "So, actually, if you don't mind, I think it'd be pretty cool if you did help me out with my little situation." They both looked down between his legs, his little friend no longer a proud standing soldier. "Well now, that's just embarrassing!" Michelangelo cried. Donatello giggled. "Seriously, this guy," he said, motioning to his now unimpressive member, "decides to stay hard forever when I'm tryin' ta get stuff done and now when there is a reason for him to stay up, he's having none of that. Well that's just great!" Michelangelo said in exasperation. "Thanks, man. Thanks, a lot," he said to his uncooperative friend.
Donatello could not help but laugh louder as he saw Michelangelo scolding mini-Mikey. "Uhm, I might be able to help," Donatello said timidly. Michelangelo looked up at him and was about to say something but Donatello was already down to business.
He reached under Michelangelo and lay him on his back, his legs on either side of Donatello's shoulders. A blush erupted on both brothers' faces. "Wh-whoa, you sure about this Donnie?" No, not really actually. But I can see someone likes it, Donatello thought to himself. Michelangelo was slowly regaining his impressive stance as Donatello's warm breath gently danced on the surface of his gift.
Donatello surveyed the treasure at hand. his mouth grew dry with arousal and his gaze focused and re-focused, as if his mind could not wrap around the fact that he was, at this very second, lying between Michelangelo's strong hard legs and about to take his member into his long awaiting mouth. The thoughts that flew through his mind dizzied him and he became light headed, inhaling Michelangelo's soft and alluring aroma. Donatello gently breathed on it, savoring the small jolts that Michelangelo gave when Donatello's breath touched him. He smiled softly as Michelangelo looked down at him, in anxiousness and anticipation. "Donnie," Michelangelo whispered. "Are you-"
It was too late. Donatello took in Mikey's full length, and Michelangelo thrust his hips forward. A reaction Donatello was not necessarily ready for. Donatello fought against his gag reflex, not allowing this to ruin this priceless and long dreamt of moment. He pushed down onto Mikey, holding him under his shell, so Michelangelo could feel the back of this throat. Donatello gently moved his head up and down, the head rubbing against his palate. Michelangelo gasped and shivered, his hands going to Donatello's strong shoulder. "D-Donnie . . ." Michelangelo could barely speak.
Michelangelo had never received oral sex from anything or anyone. The sensation was unimaginable. The moisture and warmth of Donatello's mouth; how he rhythmically tightened and untightened his hold on Michelangelo's jewel, sent a dizzying sensation through him, as he gasped and breathed in pleasure.
Donatello released Mikey and looked up at him, smirking. Michelangelo breathed, the small amount of saliva running down Donatello's mouth more arousing than it should have been to the young turtle. Donatello licked and kissed Michelangelo, paying attention to the area around Little Mikey, licking down his inner thighs and his hands gently rubbing the back, playing gently with his inviting tail. Michelangelo breathed and gasped at goose bumps raced down his legs. "D-Donnie," he breathed gently. But Donatello was in charge right now, and he was not having any of it.
His mouth engulfed Little Mikey, his tongue playing with the head and underside. Michelangelo gasped and soft moan escaped from between his lips despite himself. Donatello smiled slightly, hearing pleasure escape his younger brother. Donatello felt himself aching for Michelangelo, the pain in between his legs too much to bare. His body was slightly contorted, now allowing him to drop and it was killing him to have all that desire locked in him.
He grabbed Mikey from under his shell and lifted him, forcing him all the way into Donatello's throat. "Ah!" The light green turtle bit his lower lip, remembering everyone was asleep and he needed to be quiet. Donatello pulled him forward and reset Michelangelo on the bed so that he was kneeling between the younger one's legs. Donatello reached down between his own legs and allowed himself to drop, a small clear trail stretching all the way down. Donatello gasped in release and grabbed Michelangelo harder, moaning and gasping into his plaston. "D-Donnie," Michelangelo gasped. But Donatello did not want to hear anything coming from the younger turtle that wasn't moans and gasping from the arousal he was experiencing. This is his first blowjob, I have to make it as best as I can, Donatello reasoned through his intense and dizzying arousal. I want more . . .
Donatello pumped Michelangelo, his lips tightening and releasing all along his younger brother's delicious member. More clear fluid streamed from Donatello. He wanted this so much, he wagered even more than Michelangelo.
Throughout the entire experience Donatello never once looked up at Mikey, being too fixated and mesmerized by not so Little Mikey. Now his gaze slowly made it's way up Michelangelo's muscular body and finally set his gaze upon the light green face. Donatello's eyes shot open with surprise.
His face was flushed, a light pink hue coloring his light green face. There was a small blanket of sweat dripping from his head and he was biting his lip to keep from crying out. Donatello throbbed with desire at this intoxicating sight. He grabbed Michelangelo's hips and thrust them into his mouth in rhythm with his pumps. "Ah. . . ah . . . ah!" Michelangelo pounded the sewer wall, a small thud being heard, as he tried to suppress his cries and moans. "Fuck," he breathed. He had no control of his hips and he could feel himself hitting the back of Donatello's throat, sending shivers up his trembling and sweating body. Michelangelo gripped Donatello's shoulders with all his might, his knuckles whitening. Donatello could feel the strength in the grip and it just furthered his arousal and desire. He lifted Michelangelo's hips harder and moaned and gruffed as he caressed and loved his member even more. Donatello wanted it; he wanted it all.
"D-Donnie," Michelangelo pleaded. There was a soft whimper in his voice that drove the older turtrle wild. "I'm-I'm s-s-so cl-close," he whispered longingly. Michelangelo lowered his head as he could feel himself nearing climax. Donatello didn't let up. He moved harder and faster, his strong arms and hands loving Michelangelo's tightening bottom, digging into it with desire. He could feel Michelangelo throbbing in his mouth and he wanted all of it. "D-Donnie I'm about to- aahhhhhhhhh!" Michelangelo threw his hips forward one last time, unloading into Donatello mouth. Donatello felt Michelangelo releasing into him, his member throbbing and flexing as he came to a climax. Donatello cradled Michelangelo in his mouth, his hands holding the younger turtle up, as he gasped and breathed from the release.
Donatello felt Michelangelo's body slowly release its tension, and he gently set Michelangelo down on the bed. The younger turtle was breathing heavily as he finished and his arms went over his head. Donatello swallowed his younger brother's seed and tasted it with delight. It was not as salty as he would have imagined and it tasted bitter sweet. He smiled lovingly. What does he eat that makes it taste like this, he chuckled to himself. Donatello perched himself on his hands and watched as the younger turtle relaxed. He looked down at Donatello laying between his legs, his now limp member slowly returning to his home. Donatello smirked and gently poked it. "All outa juice huh?" he asked teasingly.
Michelangelo smirked. "Now, now Don! No need to belittle him. He did a bang up job if you ask me!" Michelangelo sat up as Donatello followed suit. The two turtles looked at each other momentarily and then bashfully looked away. It was a little more awkward after the fact than it was before. Michelangelo looked around and could see Donatello standing at full length.
The orange turtle's hand twitched for him but was afraid. So, Mikey boy, time to return the favor right? Well, not favor, don't think about it like that man, but you know what I mean. I mean - ah! Focus! He took a deep breath. Alright, you want Donatello. Right? Right. You just loved this, right? Right. Ok. Now time to man up and pleasure your turtle like the mad-skilled turtle lover you! NOW! Let's do this! Yeah! Michelangelo inhaled and before Donatello could react, the younger turtle's hand was around his little friend and pumping away at him.
"M-Mikey," Donatello asked in a panic. "What're you doing?" He looked around the room, as if suddenly they were going to get caught.
"Truthfully bro," the younger turtle smiled mischievously. "I have absolutely no idea!" He gently pushed Donatello back and lay down between his older brother's legs. "But! Gonna give it my best shot!" With that he took Donatello in his mouth and Donatello could not see clearly.
Some MikeyxDonnie fluff! Thank you for reading! I take all reviews.