A/N: I' m sorry, yesterday the server just wouldn't let me post anything and I' m currently posting on my phone because I' m in spain so please excuse this terrible format... -.-
Prompt:Oil
Day: February 7th
Pairing: Raph/Mikey
Series: TMNT 2012
Mikey moaned into Raphael' s mouth, their tongues battling and hands caressing each other. The younger one was seated in Raphael' s lap, cock out and standing proud against his plastron, rubbing against Red' s. His breath hitched as Raph' s slippery hand touched his member. Wait, slippery? He broke the kiss in order to look down. His brother' s hand was coated in something. A look to the right told him what it was. Massage oil? The little tube contained the slight orange substance.
"Where did you get that?", he brought out breathless, a thumb sliding over the head. He squeezed his eyes shut as his body shook in pleasure. He felt Raphael kiss his neck while palming their cocks. "Casey" , was the cut-short reply. Mikey' s back arched as much as possible as a finger traveled lower, brushing softly over his entrance, coating it in the cold liquid. "Raph ..."The older one bit down on the perfect curve of his younger brother' s neck.
Mikey felt the pressure in his abdominal building, muscles tensing only to completely relax as his brother did all the work and brought him over the edge, shortly following him. Michelangelo rolled off of him onto the mattress, he could always start a day like this. Wake up to some two day old coffee and toast, a good hand job, warm weight of Raphael on his plastron. Yeah, he was one happy turtle.
Leonardo sat on the floor in the dojo, one hand holding a katana, the other one a bottle of baby oil. Like always, the lair was deserted. He sighed as he opened the bottle and purred some of the good smelling oil on top of a rag, starting to polish. It was a relaxing task, just making sure that his weapons looked good. It brought him much needed peace.
Everything was chaos these days. Donnie was not the same. He was anxious all the time, shaking and scared. They stopped training all together. No one was in any condition to function. Master Splinter didn' t look like he would fall apart, but he knew his father. Two of his children were gone and he knew that it was his fault. Donnie would most likely start to cry if Leo could pin him to the floor, weeping and saying what a failure he was. It was exhausting to say the least.
He finished one blade and sheathed it.