Anonymous prompted: Xever/Raph "what took you so long"

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"What took you so long?" The lanky Afro-Brazilian grinned from his place leaning up against the wall, his brilliant white teeth glittering in the low light of the abandoned warehouse.

Raphael dropped from the ceiling rafters, landing silently on the cement floor. "Hey, had to sneak out. Y'know how hard it is to go anywhere undiscovered when you live in a house of ninjas?" His green face wore a cocky expression, the corner of his mouth tugged up in a little smirk as he strode over to where Xever waited for him.

It had been years since it had all passed - since the war with the Shredder had come to its final bitter end, since Karai had been freed and reunited with the Hamato clan - since Xever had been returned to his human form. It was over.

And yet - some things could not be deterred from beginning.

Raphael stood before the leanly muscled human, looking up into his handsome dark face, the maturity of age beginning to crinkle the corners of his eyes. Already he could feel the fire of anticipation take flame in his veins just from being in such close proximity to this dazzling man. Xever's black eyes flashed as moonlight dappled his features from the skylight above, stepping away from the wall to come up flush to Raphael, towering over the shorter mutant.

Raphael could feel his breath coming in shorter gasps as the pressure in his tail grew, his powerful biceps tensing. This close he could see the pulse in Xever's neck, hear his own quiet panting, smell the intoxicating aroma of his sweat. And yet they waited, letting the tension build, these final moments of the long wait between each of their rendezvous somehow the most tantalising.

And then there were in each other's arms, mouths opening hungrily, their passionate kiss a clash of tongues and teeth and hot breath. Xever's body was strong, his embrace ferocious and Raphael clutched him tightly against his plastron, one hand grasping the back of his neck fiercely, knowing the Brazilian's toned physique could easily withstand his brutal grip.

Testosterone surged through his bloodstream, crackled on the air between them and Raphael felt the hard, thick press of Xever's cock against his thigh, felt his own erection nudge against his cloaca. Two such hot blooded males had little need for foreplay - they wanted to fuck and they wanted to fuck now and, as one, they moved toward their goal.

Raphael turned Xever quickly around even as the man unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans. Thick fingers hooked over the waistband and yanked them down, baring Xever's muscular ass as Raphael pushed him forward over a nearby crate. He stood astride to let his thick, veined cock surge out of his tail, sensing the delicious proximity of Xever's tight asshole. They were both breathing heavily now, their gasps scratching the dark air of the warehouse.

Raphael grasped Xever hard by one hip, then held his enormous hand beneath his lover's chin. Xever spat into it, and Raphael followed by adding his own, lubricating the Brazilian's hot and eager hole, spitting again into his palm and smearing it all over his throbbing cock.

Both males groaned with ecstasy as Raphael eased the tip of his enormous dick past the tight ring of muscle, previous encounters leaving it well exercised enough that, with the lubrication, it stretched with relative ease to accommodate the thick column of meat it had been yearning for.

Raphael slid home with a grateful growl, his cock fairly singing with bliss to find itself immersed in such a deliriously delicious warmth. His head tipped back to the ceiling, he took hold of both Xever's hips and began gently to thrust.

Xever moaned, grasping hard to the crate he bent over. The lusty, shameless noise fired Raphael's passion and his pace picked up a little. He wasn't going to be able to be careful for too much longer. It had been a long wait this time and he was burning with desire to pound his lover's ass as hard and ferociously as he had fantasised about through every filthy jerk out session he had indulged in these last weeks. But though tight, Xever's ass felt receptive. Clearly he had been missed as well.

The crate rocked as Raphael continued to thrust, the narrow tunnel into which he repeatedly buried his dick hugging him tightly, yanking delirium that blinded him so that he shut his eyes tight, bright flashes of colour sparking behind his eyelids with every lick of pleasure that leapt through his body.

Xever was grunting and moaning now, thrusting his ass back to meet Raphael's thrusts, the strong bodies of the two muscular males pulling and pushing at each other with matched ferocity. By now Raphael was pounding Xever brutally, delighting in how his lover took it like a champ, deep churrs vibrating in his throat to mingle with Xever's groaning. His cock slid in and out of Xever's ass furiously, frantically, stretching it open all the wider. As the friction built to abrasive intensity, Raphael spat between their bodies, lubricating his cock anew, and drove into Xever all the rougher.

He just had the presence of mind to spit once more into his own palm and slip his arm around Xever's waist, wrapping his moistened and enormous palm around Xever's own hard cock, pumping it fiercely in time his every thrust.

As Xever's moans reached a feverpitch of euphoria and Raphael felt the cock in his hand leap and spurt hot cum against his calloused palm, the pressure in his groin mounted until his own orgasm swept him in a roaring torrent of bliss that crashed up through his body to wash his brain blank then cascaded down to tingle in his toes. He pumped an explosive load into Xever's ass before he slumped, exhausted and twitching with ecstasy, over his lover's panting form.