tmntpunx prompted 14: things you said after you kissed me CaseyxRaph
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They'd skidded to a halt in the alleyway, breathless and bloodied, gasping laughter as their eyes met across the shadows. Casey's chest rose and fell beneath his singlet, wet with sweat and clinging to his skin as he stooped, hands on knees, sucking in grateful lungfuls of air.
Raphael wasn't so puffed; he was fitter and better conditioned, but he wasn't sorry for the pause. As the police sirens wailed in the distance, he admired Jones from the corner of his eyes, swiping perspiration from his own brow with the back of one wrist. Casey had no idea how hot he looked after a brawl - tanned skin all ruddy from exertion, the chiselled, rugged features of his face seeming to glow with the thrill of triumph, muscles rippling beneth the slick of sweat and scent pouring off him in heady waves that made Raphael's tail tug with desire. Raphael always had to jerk off two or three times after raising cain with Casey before he could get any sleep at all.
Casey chuffed and straightened up. "What a buncha wimps," he jeered, shaking back his shaggy black hair, making Raphael's groin tighten.
"Yeah," he replied raspily, recalling how Casey had smoothled twirled his hockey staff, and disclocated the jaw of one of the gay bashers they'd chased down, the flex and shift of his muscles like poetry in motion. "Fuckin' pansies."
Suddenly, Casey closed the distance between them, grasping Raphael's face between calloused hands and mashing rough lips, bordered in the rasp of stubble, to his mouth. Raphael reeled as his senses abruptly choked with the tang of Casey's sweat, his shell slammed back against the cold steel of a garage door with the hot, damp press of Casey's firm chest against his plastron. Hot breath mingled frantically as thick, powerful tongues fiercely probed and then entwined and Raphael felt his tail throb as he jammed one muscular thigh between Jones', rubbing it hard against the bulge beneath his sweat pants.
The kiss ebbed to a brusque end, lips tugging at each other as they pulled away, and Raphael's tail was uncomfortably full and beginning to curve stiffly forward. His plastron heaved and the alleyway echoed with the hoarse beat of their panting. Raphael stared into Casey's brown eyes, licked his mouth, and thought about how damn handsome he looked, there in a graffitied alleyway, stinking of garbage.
Casey cocked his head to the side and looked at Raphael quizzically, heavy brows knotting together.
"Bro, anyone ever tell ya you got really bad onion breath?"
