More Or Less
by Ignimbrite
Warnings: ROUGH SEX. Surse-words. Male-on-male situation. No like, no read. Thanks.
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles, thank God.
His lips was thick, and very soft. Burning.
I gently leant back and our lips parted.
"Raph…" I sighed. "Yer scared. Yer drunk. And goddammit, you're only fuckin fifteen."
He grabbed my shoulder and glared at me. His eyes locked with mine. Furious.
"I ain't a fuckin kid. Ya know that better than anyone else," he spat. "Now stop treating me like one, Casey Fucking Jones. Now tell me."
"Tell ya what?"
"I said I like ya, and what's yer answer?" He asked, still staring deep into my eyes.
"Geez, Raph…"
"What?" he cried.
I took in a deep breath, and finally returned him a long gaze.
"I like ya, too," I said slowly, very slowly. " But you're really young, an' I don't wanna lose ya as a friend, so I didn't plan on tellin ya."
His beautiful amber eyes widened again.
"Now go back ta yer family, huh?"
"No," he said. "I ain't going nowhere."
"They would be worried," I said.
"So what?"
"It's gettin real late and I gotta work tomorrow."
He sighed and got up. "Alright."
I got up, too.
We walked to the window. He was facing the night out there, but he suddenly turned around and had his arms wrapping around me while his lips pressing hard on mine again.
Hesitated, I put my hands on his shoulder and started to glide down from there. I stopped on his biceps and squeezed them. His body—young and burning—was enclosed in my arms.
"Ah, ya feel so good," I sighed.
"Yeah?" He chuckled.
"Of course," I traced my fingers along the soft skins between his plastron and carapace.
I heard him gasped, and felt his hot breath on my neck.
"Casey…"
I leant down and kissed him on his lips before he could finish what he was going to say. I took him by surprise; his mouth was still open, allowing me to slip inside easily. My tongue found his.
He grunted, but I could tell that it was because of the pleasure. He returned the kiss, much harder and rougher.
I cupped his face and turned his face up, granting myself better entrance. His head lolled back and leant against the window. I bit his lower lip.
His fingers clawed my arms, pulling me closer to him. Our lower body collided—my already protruding hard-on pressed against his lower plastron. I ground into him violently.
We were both panting from the pleasure of that.
"Wh-where's yer thing?" I asked through rapid breaths.
"Inside," he looked up, like a little kid, looking unsure.
"Inside o' what?" I frowned, my hands already fumbling, pressing, and rubbing against his lower part of body.
He took my hand and placed it near his tail. I traced up. He was tensing up, eyes half-closed and lips parted. I trailed my fingers up along his tail, bringing an almost inaudible whimper out of him. And when I softly brushed against his entrance, he sucked in a sharp breath which sent a cold, shivering pleasure down my spine.
"Feels good?" I asked.
He didn't reply, just nodded.
I went further up until I found something. A narrow opening. I put a finger on it.
"Aaaargh…" he grunted, eyes squeezing shut.
"Yeah? Is that it?"
"I-i-it's ins-side," he hissed.
My finger crawled in.
He gasped. "N-no, that h-hurts."
"Sorry…"
"'S alright."
Gently rubbing the slit, I guided him to the ground. Presently he was leaning against the wall below the window, moonlight looming over him and painting him a ghost. His muscular body was a scene of absolute beauty, his wide-apart legs slightly trembling due to the sensation.
And suddenly it was happening. Something began to push out of that narrow slit and into my hand. I glanced at Raph.
He was panting, eyes so glassy.
"Ya got me," he muttered.
I leant closer to him so I could kiss him and lap his beak.
He raised his chin and bit me on the corner of my mouth.
"Hmmmm….Raph, yer…yer hot. So hot."
"And big, huh?" he whispered.
"Yea sure."
He was on my palm. I caressed the head with my thumb. When I reached his tip, he hissed and let out a moan.
"I like that sound," I said.
"Do that again," he demanded.
I rubbed his tip, smearing the precum all over the head.
He groaned again, head rolling back.
My other hand was holding his, but now I released him and shifted my attention to his tail, which, to my amusement, was trembling from the pleasure of the assault on his cock.
I circled his tail with my left hand.
"Oh no Casey," he panted. But I could tell that he liked it. "Eeeernmmm…Jesus…argh God…"
"Want me ta pump dat fer ya?" I whispered to his ear.
He was clenching his fist on my arms so hard that his nails were sinking into my skin. "Yeah, yeah, y-yeah…"
"Some hungry fifteen-year-old?"
"Yup it's me," he grinned, eyes heavily lidded as if he was drunk as shit.
I fondled his tail. It was soft and sensitive.
"Aaah, uh, Casey…"
"Like it?"
He nodded. "So good, so fuckin good…"
"Want more?" I asked.
He bobbed his head up and down. An idea came to my mind—like it always did at this time of night.
I pulled him up from the wall and eased him down to the carpeted floor. Straddling him, I unzipped my jeans.
"Here," I croaked. "Suck it."
I took out my own erection, and shoved it into his open mouth. His eye was wide for a second, and he gagged. But he quickly stopped gagging and wrapped his lips around me.
"Oh yeah," I shivered. "Ooooooh yeah…good boy, gooooood boy."
I continued to stroke his cock. Now I was moving my hips, slightly driving in and out of his mouth.
We stayed in that position for a while, until I felt him gradually tensing up; I squeezed his member, and he cried.
I pulled out, rubbing a finger on his lips to clean up my precum.
"What da fuck were ya doin man?" he cursed. "Ya fuckin pinched my goddam cock."
"Sorry pal. Thought you were cummin."
"Yeah I was!"
I shushed him.
"Evah had a blowjob?" I caressed his cheeks. He was sweating like a bastard, but so was I. No big deal.
"Na-ah," he shook his head.
"Beg fer it."
He looked confused.
"C'mon, Raphie. Play along." Goddammit. I must be really drunk. But fuck it.
He sighed. "Yeah…I get ya."
"So? Beg for it."
"I-I-I want a blowjob," he flushed.
"Don't just say, 'I want a blowjob', say, 'please'."
"P-p-please…"
I stroke his tail.
"Repeat what I say: want you to suck me off."
His eyes were so lost, his mouth opening and letting out soft moans.
"W-want ya ta s-suck me off, Casey…"
"Say that again." I softly pinched his tail, rubbing it dangerously near his entrance.
"Wan' ya ta suck me o-off, hmmmm, uh, Casey…, oh dammit. Fuck. Aaah…Jesus…"
He cried out loudly when my tongue ran up his cock.
"Oh fucking Christ!"
Swallowing it up.
"Mmmmmph….Casey, Casey…aaaaaaah—" his entire body was seized by spasm. "'M cumming, oh fuck, oh fuck…"
His head thrust back and hit the floor hard as he shot his hot cum into my mouth. It almost took me by surprise. I couldn't swallow the whole load. Some of it leaked out and tainted his thighs.
It was long. Finally he finished cumming and I pulled away.
He grabbed my arm.
"Ya okay, Raph?" I asked lowly.
He muttered something I couldn't quite hear.
"What was that?" I asked.
"…uck me," he panted. "Fuck me. Now. Want ya ta fuck me now,"
I held his hand and stroke his collarbone. "Yer a kid."
"So what?" he snorted. "It's against the law?"
"No that's not what I meant…"
"Fuck me," he hissed.
I looked into his eyes, and I couldn't resist the lust any longer.
I rubbed a forefinger on his thighs, coating it with his liquid. And then I started to kiss him, on his lips, his golden eyes, his chest…
All the while, my hands trailed down again and, this time, aiming directly at his tight ass.
"Just relax. Let it loose…"
It was wet. My natural lube provided me a smooth entry. I dug in.
Raph was quiet. I didn't know if it felt any good.
Presently I started to spread him, loosening him up. He heaved out one or two low whimpers. His breath hitched when I stabbed him deep.
He cried out.
I drove my finger up that spot, once more. His face contorted with pleasure.
And then I thrust in again, and again. Slowly speeding up, I began to finger him. His hips rocked eagerly with the rhythm.
Suddenly I pulled out my finger and replaced it with my penis. I lifted his legs up and positioned myself.
"You'll be sore all over in the next three days," I warned him.
"I don't care," he rasped with a smug smile. I inched in and he screamed.
"No. Don't stop!" he cried.
I adjusted my rhythm, and slowly pushed into him.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!"
It disappeared all the way into him. My heart was going to explode.
I panted. I couldn't stop now. I didn't care whether he hurt or not. My mind only screamed one word.
Fuck.
I groaned and cried and started to push in and pull out. Quicker and quicker until I couldn't hear anything anymore. Raphael was screaming. In pain, most likely. In pleasure? Maybe not.
But when I finally woke up from what seemed like a dream and looked down, I saw him looking up at me. His face was covered in sweat and tears and my precum from the previous session. He was looking at me with this strangest look.
"Love ya," he said with scratchy voice.
"Love ya too," I sighed, falling atop him and passing out.
.:. .:. .:.
"So ya already guessed out what I was gonna say before I actually said it?" Raph asked me with wide eyes when I got out of the shower.
"Yup."
"How'dcha figure that out? Ya ain't bright," he frowned.
"Hey, look who's talking. Ya ain't so smart yerself either," I remarked.
He shrugged and then grinned, folding his arms behind his head and leaning back on my pillow. He could look really annoying with that perfect smugness and defiance…oh and really hot, too.
"So, two retarded sex-machines, a perfect match. Like that idea," he whistled.
"More or less. Hey, move ovah," I grunted and he rolled over, making space for me on the bed.
"Ah, nice." He sighed and pulled the blanket over us. "Ya know what? I think the Purple Dragons will be happy for a while, from now on."
-the end-
a/n: The last sentence means that from now on, Casey and Raph would be using their Purple Dragon time to do something different and more entertaining...lol.
To tell the truth, CaseyxRaph isn't my OTP, which is LeoRaph. We'll see if I could write more turtle lemons in the future. lol bye.