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It was nearing time for patrol to be over, and Leo was dreading going home. It wasn't that he was particularly interested in what was going on out here, in fact, he'd been groaning and whining about how totally boring it was the entire time. No, he didn't care about what was going on during patrol, he never did. He did just so happen to be entirely engrossed in what was sure to be coming for him once they all returned to the lair, however.
See, he'd been annoying Donnie quite a bit today, more than usual, and it seemed his purple-clad twin had finally had enough. About halfway through patrol, he'd roughly dragged Leo into a nearby alley, and pinned him to the wall. Slammed would be a more fitting word in his opinion, but he'd been a little too preoccupied with Donnie's heavy, heated gaze to complain.
The Softshell had brought a hand up to Leo's neck and squeezed, just enough to shoot a dart of adrenaline through the Slider's veins. There hadn't been any real restriction, and he could have broken the hold his twin had on him if he really wanted to, but it gave an allusion of danger that usually had Leo's slit clenching pleasantly in his shorts.
This time, however, something was different. The way Donnie was looking at him felt different. Accusatory, annoyed, but most of all mocking. A harsh grip of anger had constricted Leo's chest, but before he could truly voice the emotion, he was pulled into a hard, searing kiss.
Something in him had crumpled under the attention, like it always did, and despite the still-present anger burning in his chest, he immediately brought his arms up to wrap around his twin's shoulders. He refused to whimper, to whine or churr like he wanted to, because that would be so pathetic. He was already incredibly annoying on a good day, he didn't need "Noisy and whiny as Hell in bed" added to his long list of irritating traits.
He was about to pull Donnie's head away by his mask tails when both of his hands were roughly pinned to the wall by the wrists, all the while Donnie kept ravaging his mouth like it was all he'd wanted to do all night. Maybe it was.
When he finally pulled away, Leo was panting and red, tense beyond belief with the effort to keep his needy sounds to himself. He nearly sighed in relief when Donnie didn't seem to notice, simply leaning into his neck and tightening his hold on his wrists. He brushed his sharp teeth over his blue-banded brother's pulse-point just barely, and despite him actively not wanting to, Leo immediately tilted his head, allowing his twin more access. There was a deep chuckle as Donnie refused to take the invitation for what it was, instead hovering just by Leo's ear.
There was a tense second where they both paused, and Leo suddenly feared they'd been caught, it wouldn't be the first time, but instead, incredibly loud in the silence of the alley, Donnie spoke. His tone was low and taunting in a way that had Leo's blood boiling, and he didn't know why-
"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted me to take you. Right here. Up against the dirty wall for anyone to see or hear." He smirked, lightly nipping at Leo's jaw. "You've been a real pain in the ass today. Constantly annoying and heckling me… It's almost like you want me to hold you down," He paused, adjusting so both of Leo's hands were being pinned in one of Donnie's.
"Fuck you long and hard. Maybe finally teach you some fucking manners." He practically snarled, using his newly freed hand to harshly grip Leo's thigh, and the sudden spark of pain pulled a hiss from the Slider. Normally, this rough treatment would have him wiggling and struggling not to whine into his twin's touches, but his words were dousing that heat in ice water. Forcefully ripping away what arousal had managed to grow during their kiss.
This had become somewhat of a problem recently, his body's reaction to degradation. In the beginning, brushing it off or ignoring it had been almost painfully easy, a piece of cake. However, as the sessions kept going and the words never stopped, it started to get harder and harder to deal with.
After a while, he found himself getting genuinely turned off or uncomfortable during their alone time, all over some stupid words. He can't even remember the last time he'd had an orgasm, and considering his brother's were none-the-wiser, he assumed he'd gotten pretty good at faking it.
When Donnie finally left him alone in the alley, claiming they still had half the patrol to complete, Leo felt… bad. Not guilty, not angry, just… bad. Something he'd never felt because of his own brothers before. Dread for the session Donnie was surely cooking up once they got home.
He didn't want to get fucked into the mattress and have to fake everything because a few words ruined it all for him. That was just… pathetic. What kind of person gets this turned off over words? Not Leo, obviously. He was a brat, a slut, someone who deserved little more than to be treated like the cum dumpster he was. He didn't get to have an orgasm, because he didn't deserve to have an orgasm.
Ah, he thought in annoyance, there it is again.
Honestly, maybe he is just as pathetic as they say. After all, he's getting this worked up over it. Something that arguably doesn't matter. His brothers even discussed this with him. And he'd said he was fine with it, because why wouldn't he be? What kind of crybaby bitch gets sad over some bedroom slut-shaming? Mikey loves it, Donnie loves it, Hell, even Raph loves dishing it out once in a while. Why did Leo care so much? Curse him and his stupid ego-
He was pulled from his thoughts as he and his brothers slipped under the manhole cover and into the sewers, already almost home. He could feel that looming dread from earlier kick up into an oppressive, panicky cloud. He hadn't felt this way over anything in a while, and to think, it was over some stupid kink he just so happened to not have. Because of course he didn't. He always had to be the outlier when it comes to this shit, didn't he?
He noticed with a twinge of embarrassment he could feel his eyes stinging with the possibility of tears. He wanted to cry, and that didn't make sense. He knew his brothers loved him. That the words they said in bed didn't actually reflect what they thought of him, and yet… they always felt so true.
Maybe it was because of his ego, his insecurities, maybe even his inferiority complex, whatever that was, (He wasn't exactly paying full attention when Dr. Feelings gave him that lecture.) but every insult when they moved together felt so personal. Like they were peering into his very soul and mocking it, laughing at it because of how fucking pathetic it was. It made something inside of him want to curl up and shrivel like a raisin.
As they entered the lair, he waited back for his brothers to move out of sight before dashing to his train car. He didn't want any of them to know about his insecurities. They already got enough of a look at them after his sacrifice, hooked up and high off his ass on morphine for nearly a week straight.
The one thing he hadn't spilled during his recovery was his weird relationship with sex and the various kinks his brothers had. He liked most of them, and was down for nearly anything, but this one thing just had to be the clinch, didn't it? The one thing he couldn't handle.
As he stomped into his room, he tossed off his equipment and accessories, stripping down as fast and brutally as possible. He knew he'd be in for it tonight, anyway, so what's the point of being careful at all?
Really, he deserved this. He'd done this to himself, from agreeing to the stupid degradation kink, to feeling the need to pester his twin all day like it wouldn't have consequences. The only one he can blame for this fucked up situation was himself. Which, if he were being honest, felt much easier than having to point to one of his brothers. He'd never been good at blaming anyone else for anything since the invasion.
He harshly flopped onto his bed, giving himself a few seconds to calm down fully before sitting back up and rummaging through his bedside drawer. It took no time at all to find what he was looking for, and he quickly lathered up two of his fingers with lube.
He'd learned pretty quickly if he didn't prep himself beforehand, especially with Donnie, it would be way worse than a little discomfort he'd have to deal with. As quickly as he could, he leaned over and reached his wetted fingers to his tense entrance.
He slowly massaged and circled the sensitive flesh with more care and gentleness than he felt he really deserved, and while the light fleeting pressure was nice, his pleasure wasn't exactly the point. He just wanted to prep himself, and maybe get himself aroused enough to actually get off during the session this time.
It was wishful thinking, he knew that, but it was honestly the only thing keeping him from just walking out here and now. Maybe sending Donnie a harshly worded text message to make sure he didn't try to follow him.
He lightly shook his head, shutting his eyes and letting the pleasant light touches take his mind away from those thoughts. As he began pressing down harder, he imagined it was someone else doing this to him. Tracing the edges of his pussy with delicate, gentle caresses, dipping in just enough to rub a circle into his clit before pulling away again.
He felt that urge to whine again, to whimper and plead this invisible partner do more than just tease. He ignored the urge, instead focusing on what this hypothetical person would look like. Maybe it was Donnie, his pleasant deeper voice caressing his ears like a heavenly choir.
Pressing his fingers into his entrance, finding it wet, dripping, and chuckling in a way that had Leo quivering under him. Holding him close, whispering about how good he was, how pretty he looked as he fell apart, how tight his pretty little pussy was, just begging to be filled to the brim. He finally let himself whine into the empty, hot air around him at the imaginary praise, the sound barely audible surrounded by his breathy pants and choked off sighs.
He whined once more as he began circling his clit faster, pressing inside with more urgency, stretching his entrance and letting the scenario take him, never wanting it to end.
Just as he was reaching climax, whimpering just slightly against the self inflicted onslaught of sensation, there was the sound of his train car door shutting. He stopped suddenly out of pure surprise, and nearly snarled as he was harshly ripped away from the edge before he could reach it.
Suddenly he wanted to sob again, barely repressing the urge to when he saw Donnie standing in the doorway, the most smug, condescending look he'd ever seen on his twin's face. He'd prepped himself, though he'd gotten a bit carried away, so this would probably go well.
As well as it possibly could, anyway.
He internally braced himself as Donnie slowly stripped, raking his eyes up and down Leo's prone form all the while. Donnie looked good, of course he did, but what arousal the hunger in his eyes could kick up was immediately stamped out by the still somewhat present annoyance in his gaze. He'd really done it this time, he supposed, and if he didn't have the energy to fake it, he might just cry in embarrassment.
Leo pulled both of his hands up to form a sort of pillow for his head, slipping on his typical annoying but charming persona he'd perfected. He was tempted to say something snippy or dumb, but at the last second decided against it, not wanting Donnie to go any harder than normal. Leo was still struggling with this itty bitty little thing called, having an orgasm, after all.
He could physically feel the odds of that plummeting as Donnie began speaking.
"You look so pathetic right now, y'know that? Laid out and fingering your pussy like you'd never get to again, all because you just couldn't wait another 20 minutes for me to fill it myself." He smirked, climbing onto the bed behind Leo, touching him surprisingly gently for the roughness in his words.
The gentle fleeting caresses made some part of him curl tighter, because that was what he wanted. Rough was fine normally, but right now he just wanted to be held and loved and reminded that people loved him.
Instead, that word pathetic swirled around in his thoughts every time he tried fantasizing. Every time he tried to ignore the way Donnie was speaking, some nagging thing in his mind came back to taunt him with that one stupid word. And honestly, if he was feeling so horrible over some dumb words, maybe he deserved to be called that. Maybe he deserved to have his biggest insecurities brought up and mocked in bed.
He wasn't good. Never had been and never would be. Honestly, Leo had been foolish to think his brothers, the ones who arguably knew him the best, would ever waste time calling him something so blatantly untrue.
That prickling in his eyes came back again, stronger than before, and something deep inside him crumpled under the strain when Donnie lightly caressed his shell.
He could feel as his very soul sank into his stomach, roiling and writhing there in agony before shooting something back up his throat, both clogging it and forcing out a sob at the same time. He choked on it, and it came out ugly and gross and overall just as unpleasant to listen to as it was to endure, and he had the distant thought he should be embarrassed about that, that he was sobbing like a child over nothing.
Every thought of being embarrassed was tossed out the window, however, when Donnie forced his head to look up from where it'd buried itself in a pillow, looking at him with such concern and fear that something inside him finally broke. He chirped apologetically, wanting Donnie to know he was sorry. He'd done something to deserve those insults and he's sorry for it and he'll never do it again because they hurt so bad and he must've done something horrible to deserve them and he never meant it he promised-
He hadn't even been aware he was speaking, or at least, attempting to speak, until Donnie began quietly shushing him. The Slider spilled every apology and fear and regretful thought he'd had since the start of this problem. Donnie eventually fell silent, simply rolling Leo onto his side and cuddling him close. Leo clung to him, sobbing into his neck with such intensity you'd think someone had died, or something equally as horrible to warrant such sounds.
After who knows how long, Leo's shaking form slowly began to calm down, his grip on Donnie's form slowly easing and loosening as lucidity dawned on him again. He doesn't think he's ever been more mortified and embarrassed in his life than he was in that moment, clinging to Donnie like he'd never get to see him again.
Those pesky thoughts came back as quick as they'd left, pulling him away from the comforts he was being provided in favor of pointing out everything he was doing wrong. How he'd broken down completely over the barest amount of degradation, how he was clinging to Donnie like a toddler because he couldn't just keep his emotions in check like a normal person.
Wait.
He's clinging to Donnie.
He's hugging and squeezing… Donnie.
Donnie, who made it abundantly clear he hated being held like this. That touching him was supposed to be entirely on his terms. Leo's eyes lost focus and his breathing got even shakier than before, arms immediately loosening their hold as much as possible. He hadn't meant to make them uncomfortable he swears-
Donnie seemed to catch onto what was happening before Leo did, reaching a hand to grip his face and move it up, away from where it was mushed into his shoulder. When Leo's eyes still refused to focus on him he brought up his other hand to deliver a light smack.
"Nope, nope, none of that," he said quietly, words loud in the silence of the train car, "Come on, Leo, look at me." He snapped finally, though it lacked any of its usual heat.
Leo finally refocussed his eyes, coming face to face with Donnie, and he felt more than a bit confused as to why he had to refocus at all. Donnie seemed to notice his plight, bringing that hand cupping his chin to lightly caress and tap his face. Leo immediately leaned into the touch, churring lightly when that hand didn't pull away, instead continuing to smooth itself against his scales over and over in a comforting rhythm.
"You were starting to spiral," Donnie began hesitantly, "And although I suppose you don't have to tell me… I'd appreciate a small glimpse into whatever may have caused you to break down like that." He finished quietly, forcing Leo to meet his gaze when he tried to look away. There was the smallest urge to chuckle at the words, he was definitely using a Doctor Feelings technique, but the somber look in Donnie's eyes brought him back to reality. Reminded him of the metaphorical weight that had settled around them.
He didn't particularly want to explain it, but he felt he owed it to Donnie. He had just broken down in his arms when they were supposed to be having mind-blowing sex, after all. That was due for some heavy concern. He sighed quietly, before once again nuzzling into Donnie's neck.
He didn't want to see his face for this, didn't want to overthink it halfway through and come up with some bullshit answer out of embarrassment. He wanted to really mean this, and he couldn't do that while looking his purple-clad brother in the face.
They sat in silence for a minute, Donnie lightly drawing patterns into Leo's shell with his calloused fingers, and once Leo finally felt confident enough he wouldn't start crying again, he braced himself.
"It… it hurts." He practically whimpered, and the way Donnie suddenly froze told him that wasn't the way he should have started this conversation.
He immediately wanted to backpedal, but the words necessary for that got caught in his throat before he could voice them, instead coming out as another choked off whimper. Those hands previously stroking his shell moved so they were wrapped securely around him, tightening in a way that had his breathing calming surprisingly fast. He didn't know what it was about this position, but being held like this calmed something inside him he couldn't quite place, and he immediately nuzzled into the warmth Donnie seemed intent on providing.
"What hurts?" Donnie asked, a bit more confident now that Leo seemed to be cooperating. Leo sucked in another deep breath, taking it in slowly, before releasing it even slower. Those strong arms and warm hands clutching him so protectively were coaxing that shriveled, pathetic thing in his chest to the surface.
"I don't- it's-" he stuttered a bit, huffing out a breath in frustration when the words refused to come easily. He was the "Face Man," the team manipulator. What use was a face man who couldn't smooth talk? Or talk at all? He forced himself to continue before those ugly thoughts kept him silent.
"I just… the insults and stuff. I don't even know why I care so much, I mean, it's not like you guys actually mean them." His voice wavered dangerously near the end of that sentence, and he quickly clamped his mouth shut before he started crying. There was a switch to the atmosphere Leo could feel, and he tightened his hold on his twin if only to feel safe under the sudden heavy scrutiny. He could practically hear Donnie's brain working through every sexual encounter they'd ever had, picking them apart carefully for clues or signs that this had been happening.
He knew if he didn't do something now, Donnie would continue to do that, to obsess over every little thing Leo's ever said or done with him until none of them held any meaning. That's happened before, actually, just after his recovery.
Leo had found Donnie spacing out in his room, clutching one of the slider's hoodies tightly. There was this lost, desperate look in his eyes Leo never wanted to see again, one that was seeing signs of depression or suicidal tendencies where there were none. Blaming himself for things Leo hadn't even meant. It was the most heartbreaking sight he'd ever witnessed in his life, and he refused to let it get that bad this time.
He leaned back in the hold slightly, just enough to see the Softshell's face, before gently pressing his lips to Donnie's, pulling a muffled yelp of surprise from him. There was a moment of eerie stillness before the softshell's brain seemed to finally catch up, closing his eyes and pressing back against him with equal carefulness. He brought a hand up to cup the back of Leo's head gently, pulling a shudder from the slider in his grasp.
This kiss felt different than their usual ones. Usually, they were moving together urgently, like they didn't have the time nor the patience to savor the way their bodies fit together. Perfect puzzle pieces, each carefully crafted with the other in mind. Now, as Donnie's tongue pressed against Leo's closed lips, he couldn't help but feel like an idiot for not asking for this sooner.
He opened up readily, wanting to be as close as physically possible to his lover, and he was only half surprised when the thought of living inside Donnie sounded… pleasant. More than it should have, for sure. Sharing sensations, feeling every miniscule movement of the softshell as he went through his day. The fantasy itself was impossible to achieve, but Leo clung to the thought of never being separated like it was Donnie himself.
Their tongues slid against each other lazily, wrapping around and tasting each other like it was their favorite meal. Leo whimpered into the kiss, too exhausted to really give a shit about looking strong or dominant anymore. He felt so… submissive right now, like he wanted Donnie to do things to him. To be the one in charge without any sort of struggle or fight beforehand.
The responding growl which rumbled through both of their chests had the slider's tail quivering and wagging against the sheets. He wanted Donnie to keep doing that, somehow holding Leo hostage with nothing but his presence alone.
There was a slow dawning realization coming to him now, that he wanted this. Quick and easy submission, gentle caresses and loving kisses that held so much more meaning than the simple need to fuck before I explode formula they usually followed. He wanted to be held down and fucked, sure, but he wanted it to be almost as thick as molasses with love. Even if it was fast and rough, he wanted the one he was with to be obviously loving with it, to love on him.
Maybe that was selfish, but as Donnie carefully turned Leo to lay on his back, intertwining their fingers and pushing both of their hands against the pillow, he decided he didn't give a shit. He'd been suffering alone with this for too long to give a shit. All he wanted now was to love on and be loved on by his twin, by one of his three soulmates, his loves. He almost felt ready to cry again as Donnie pulled away, instead dipping into the crevice of his neck, placing gentle kisses and licks everywhere he'd brushed with his teeth earlier that night.
"I'm sorry I didn't… didn't notice how this was affecting you, that I didn't bother to ask sooner." He began regretfully, and Leo was just about to tell him he didn't need to apologize when he continued. "But I… I love you, Leo, and I hope you know that." He said in a hushed tone, finally leaning back up to look the slider in the eyes. "Perhaps I hadn't made it clear enough before now, hadn't said it sincerely enough when we were together like this, but… I love you." He repeated once more, leaning down and pressing more light kisses to his neck.
He began moving down slowly, placing kisses almost everywhere. Along the Slider's plastron, down his arms, stopping every time to declare his love, until finally he reached the heat between Leo's thighs. He'd gotten embarrassingly wet just from that beginning kiss alone, and with how he was shivering from the hefty declarations, he knew he wouldn't be lasting long, regardless of what Donnie chose to do from here. He whimpered as a huff of hot breath brushed against his shining clit, his entrance fluttering in anticipation.
"You look so beautiful. Everywhere. I've always thought so." He began again, pressing light kisses to the slider's quivering thighs. "Your pretty markings, your blushing face," he paused, and Leo shuddered at the soft praise. He waited with bated breath for what Donnie would do next, eyes fluttering, before suddenly the sensation of a wet, warm appendage dragging up the length of his entrance shot pleasurable lightning up his shell. His body arched high in both surprise and pleasure, and a strangled cross between a chirp and a moan was pushed from his throat before he could stop it. He wasn't sure he'd even wanted to.
"Your dripping slit, your pretty sounds… you're like an angel." Donnie whispered reverently, watching Leo's expressions like a hawk. He'd failed to notice his discomfort before, but the sheer difference now that he was enjoying himself was immense. He was so relaxed now, so openly desperate and vulnerable that the Softshell himself groaned into the nearest thigh, dropping faster than he had in a while. The way Leo's face contorted and scrunched in pleasure was more addicting than he ever thought it could be.
"D-Donnie," Leo finally shuddered out, full-on whining now, "Please…" Donnie visibly gawked at the desperate tone now wheedling into his twin's voice, an equally desperate throb responding in his dick. Leo had never... begged for him before. Demanded? Teased? Sure, but begged? Donnie didn't even know he was capable of such a thing.
It was far sexier than Donnie was ready to admit.
He looked back down at Leo's entrance, still glistening and wet in front of him, and nearly growled at the sudden overwhelming urge to eat him out. To taste and ravage him until he was a sobbing mess of pleasured tears and desperate sounds. He'd never wanted to do that before, but something in him awakened at the beautiful picture Leo was painting for him.
He'd always wanted to hold him down and fuck that stupid cocky smirk off his face, show him just where his teasing and annoying got him. Seeing this side of Leo, however, this openly vulnerable and needy side he'd never had the privilege of seeing before, it made him feel different. Feel responsible for his pleasure, for reminding him how gorgeous he was, even as he called him a nerd for the fifth time that day.
All it took was another desperate chirp for Donnie to dive into that dripping entrance, whining a bit himself as his lover's scent overwhelmed him. Leo's legs almost immediately wrapped around his head and squeezed, seemingly intent on crushing the air from Donnie's throat. He didn't mind though, couldn't mind, not with how that tight heat enveloped his tongue so beautifully.
A loud cry broke the near-silent atmosphere of the train car, followed by a near constant stream of whiny churrs and choked off whimpers. Every pretty sound the Softshell could pull from his twin only spurred him on to go deeper, faster, harder. Truly ensure Leo's throat wouldn't make it out of this encounter unscathed. He hadn't even realized he'd been humping the bed until he felt on the verge of begging Leo for more. More friction, more noise, more of that constricting, addicting heat he was currently buried inside.
Without much thought he brought a hand down to his aching cock, roughly jerking it to the sounds of his lover. He whined in relief at finally having that desperately needed friction, sending a vibration directly into Leo's fluttering slit. The Slider's whole body shook from the overwhelming sensation, crying out louder than before, and God did Donnie want to hear that sound again. This time he actively groaned and growled into those heavenly folds, jerking faster when Leo's body started continually shaking.
There was a switch only a moment later, and Leo went from merely desperate to a frenzied begging mess.
"O-oh god- D-Donnie please- AH-! Pleasepleaseplease I'm so fucking close h-holy shit- please-!" He practically sobbed, falling apart like this was the first orgasm he'd had in ages. The mere thought sent Donnie's blood boiling in discontent self-loathing, and he brought the hand he'd been jerking with to squeeze and harshly rub at his twin's wagging tail. It was slick with precome, making the delectable slide perfect against the sensitive appendage.
His twin's begging almost immediately morphed into chanting 'Yesyesyesyes's, and the Softshell's entire body shuddered when those hot walls surrounding his tongue suddenly clenched unforgivingly, his head once again trapped even tighter between Leo's heavenly thighs. He couldn't breathe like this, but he wouldn't dare try to pull away, miss how delicious that final gush of slick tasted on his tongue.
By the time Donnie felt he might pass out from lack of oxygen, happily he might add, Leo's quivering thighs finally fell away, his hips still twitching in pleasant oversensitivity. The Softshell pulled away with a desperate gasp, something deep inside him purring at the sight before him as he caught his breath.
Leo looked beautiful, in every sense of the word. Laid back, quivering and shuddering, eyes lidded and mouth lax, sucking in short, quick breaths. His face was bright red, markings aglow with an almost ethereal light in the darkened train car, and his still drying tears stained and darkened his mask down the sides. Donnie actually had to shut his eyes when his twin turned his head, baring his neck submissively like it's all he'd ever wanted to do. He couldn't handle that display right now, not with his still desperately throbbing issue down below.
"Fffuck, Leo," he finally growled out, peeking his eyes open again and prompting the Slider to peer up at him. "You're so fucking georgous right now." The responding whine from his lover had him leaning down fully and crawling over top of his twin like a puppet on a string. He wanted to fuck Leo more now than he had all night, but he wasn't sure he was welcome.
Not only had he made him uncomfortable, this wasn't the first time he'd done so. Even unintentionally, he'd managed to make Leo distressed at the mere thought of having sex with him. There was even a high chance he hadn't actually been enjoying any of their times together at all, if his assessment of this being the Slider's first orgasm since- Hell he didn't even know- was to be correct.
He was pulled from his thoughts by a light squeeze on his dick, pulling a surprised hiss from him. He had to repress the urge to buck into the pleasant hold, instead shaking his head and turning to address Leo fully. He was more lucid now then just a moment before, eyes alight with heat and desire which flickered like flames just behind his irises.
"Y-you don't… You don't have to…" He trailed off, his body betraying him by bucking into that hand anyway. Leo smiled up at him, lightly stroking and twisting his hand around the hot twitching shaft.
"Nah, but I want to. You really think I'd let you get me off without getting anything in return? Puh-lease." Donnie swore the resulting smile from such light teasing would split his face in two. He hadn't realized how quiet Leo had gotten, no quippy remarks or dumb jokes like when they'd first started.
It made his heart twinge to know they'd been doing that to him. Been taking away the fun, giggly side of Leo and replacing it with fears, anxieties. Those ugly things he'd spilled on Donnie earlier that night. He leaned in, relishing in the smile that spread against his lips as they met in a light kiss. He missed this Leo. This unapologetically annoying, funny, charming Leo he fell in love with.
God, he felt like such a sap right now. How did he fall so hard for such a dumbass? Such a fun-loving, laid-back, goofball? He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his throat, and when Leo responded with a chuckle of his own, he devolved into a fit of hysterical giggles.
The Slider was looking up at him incredulously, but Donnie couldn't seem to stop, just laughing harder when he caught a glimpse of Leo's confused face. He didn't even know why he was laughing- He hadn't even said anything particularly funny! He just felt… happy. Happy Leo was being himself again, enjoying their sex again.
Leo was giggling now too, though much more subdued than Donnie. "Bro what!?" Leo finally spoke amidst gasping giggles, "What did I even say!?" When Donnie could only respond with more laughter and the poor stuttering starts of a sentence, Leo finally gave up and tossed a pillow at him, effectively making him laugh even harder.
Eventually he tackled him, more bright giggles spilling from both of their lips as they tumbled to the ground together. When they finally stopped struggling, Donnie was lying sprawled out on his back, Leo straddling him, faces hovering a mere few inches from each other.
Leo leaned his forehead against Donnie's, both twins struggling to catch their breath around even more giggles. And as they finally calmed down, they stared at each other, all love-struck smiles and heart eyes, just reveling in the way the other breathed, the sound loud in the once again quiet train car.
Leo leaned in once more, initiating a slow, pleasant kiss that sent even more tingles of anticipation down their spines. The Slider suddenly remembered where they left off, shuddering as he focused on how that still-hard member rubbed against his sensitive entrance.
Suddenly, waiting felt like an impossible task, and he slowly began to rock his hips against the hot dick catching on his twitching rim. He wanted it inside so badly now, wanted it to carve a place in his guts, to mark him forever.
God that sounded corny, he thought, rocking harder when Donnie began bucking up against him in earnest. He couldn't bring himself to care though, too engrossed with how that dick would feel inside him. He'd taken it a thousand times, and would take it a thousand more, but he felt just as desperate now as he did his first time. Though without the first-time-jitters, of course.
He finally pulled away from the Softshell with a gasp, breathing heavily into the heady night air. All he could smell around him now was both himself and Donnie, scents mixing and churning together into a concoction that had Leo's head positively reeling.
And Donnie… what a sight to behold indeed. Every breath he took had some sort of huff or edge to it, betraying how desperate he was. His hips bucked against Leo's, breath catching every time his tip slid against the still dripping slit. His face was red, eyes glazed and dark with desire, and Leo found himself momentarily entranced by those deep rounded pools of love. He could see how in love Donnie was, how much he wanted him, mind, soul, and body.
The Softshell had always been into their sex, going rough and talking the whole time to make up for the Slider's lack of noise, but now he was totally engrossed. His focus was entirely on Leo, entirely in the moment, and the Slider couldn't help but feel foolish for keeping quiet about this shit for so long. He knew he missed the connection their sex brought, sure, but he never realized he missed it this much.
Donnie lifted his right hand, silently beckoning Leo closer and cupping his cheek when he did so. He paused, seeming to contemplate something, before finally leaning forward, lips barely an inch away from Leo's ear slit, and the Slider shuddered at the soft breaths puffing against it. The words Donnie said made him freeze, lower half lighting up with desperate lust.
"You wanna be my good boy?" He growled, nipping lightly at the Slider's chin. Leo's eyes fluttered after a second, and his tail began wagging and shaking again, ready and impatient for what was coming next. Those words had his heart stuttering and beating faster in his chest, and he found himself wanting to hear them again. Over and over and over until he finally believed it, because Donnie loved him, arguably knew him better than any other, and if he said Leo was a good boy, then he was one.
"Yes," He whispered, focusing on that friction between them as he rocked harder, desperately trying to prove it to the Softshell. The responding groan had his insides fluttering again, begging silently for them to get on with it. Donnie huffed slightly next to Leo's ear, smirk pressed up to his chin, because he was right. If Leo wasn't into praise like that, that could've gotten very awkward.
He dragged that hand previously on Leo's face down towards his thigh, tracing the markings and squeezing the tight, muscly skin. The Slider had always been stronger than his thin physique let on, getting a one-up on his enemies when they assumed he was as weak as he looked. Feeling how strong they were while their owner was desperately humping and rocking on your lap, however, was a whole new type of experience.
"You gonna ride my dick and make me cum like a good boy?" He growled once again, gripping his thighs and spreading them wider to get a good look at his entrance. The Slider positively keened this time, very obviously into that idea.
This time he leaned back, openly displaying and showing off his pussy as he continued to rock, effectively shutting down Donnie's higher functioning for a minute. Leo filled that gap with needy begging, something he seemed to love doing now that he was allowing himself to.
"Y-yes, please, I wanna ride you, I wanna feel your cock inside me and make you cum- please-" he whined needily, leaning his head back when the head of that cock caught on his clit just right. "I-I wanna be your good boy- I want you to fill me up and call me a good boy please-" Finally Donnie's head seemed to get back into gear, a growl vibrating his chest and making Leo whine loudly, trying to rock faster.
It was only when Donnie gripped him by the hips, effectively stilling him, that he finally stopped to look down again. The Softshell's face was even more red and lustful than before, sparking more fluttering butterflies in his chest.
"Then lay it on me, pretty boy, show me how good you are for me." He smirked, lying back on the ground fully again, intent on letting Leo set the pace. For now, anyway.
The way he called him pretty boy had his stomach flipping pleasantly, and he shuddered as he went to follow his orders. He was gonna show Donnie just how good he could be, how much he wanted him, how good he could make him feel. With only a split second of hesitance, he begrudgingly raised his hips away from the Softshell's own, shuddering in distaste at the wet cold feeling it left behind.
A comforting hand came to rest on his right thigh, smoothing over the green and yellow scales in a pleasant rhythm. He didn't necessarily need the comfort right now, but it somehow made him feel even softer and needier than before. Suddenly he remembered Donnie wasn't ready yet, his dick, while definitely wet from rocking against his pussy, was definitely still too dry to push inside yet.
Sure he could just smear what was still on it and coat the rest of it, but an even better, sexier idea came to him before he could. He couldn't help the smile spreading on his face, confident and anticipatory, similar to how he looked when he knew he was about to win the lair games. He knew he was about to turn Donnie on way more than ever before.
He leaned back a tiny bit more, using his right arm to hold himself upright, and his left to trail up his thigh and gently caress his quivering folds. There was a hitch of breath from below, and he could tell without looking Donnie was entranced. The attention had his smile widening, knowing for sure he'd caught his lover off guard.
Slowly, he circled the entrance teasingly, reveling in the small licks of pleasure they sent gently up his shell. Then, suddenly, he forced two fingers in at once, plunging them as far as they could reach. He couldn't help the cry that left him at the sensation, or the way his hips jolted, only able to feel that pleasure sparking up his shell, and hear the heavy breathing below him, which had picked up at the sudden display. He whined and giggled a bit, scooping out as much slick as he could, before pulling his fingers out once more with a satisfying squelch.
He took his now soaked fingers, covered with the almost sticky substance, and coated the still hard and twitching shaft with it. Donnie let out a small cry of his own, his head falling back to thunk against the floor. His eyes were shut tight, mouth open with loud, heavy breaths, struggling to take in oxygen at that sudden heavenly wet friction. God, that was… hot. He thought in disbelief.
Normally, blatant and unapologetic sharing of fluids like that would have him gagging, but after all this waiting and anticipation, it only had his body heating up more. He only opened his eyes again when he felt Leo's hand steady his hard cock, lining it up with his entrance without any more preamble.
In that moment he's sure Leo never looked so beautiful, hot and shuddering above him. All he was missing now was a heavenly yellow glow from behind his head, and Donnie would've mistaken him for a God. The comparison only got truer as his cock was engulfed in that tight, truly devine heat, seeming intent on sucking him dry like a vice.
His eyes rolled under the sudden and intense stimulation, forcing him to scratch against the hard floor for something- anything to hold onto before he floated away. He let out a long involuntary groan, ending it with a slight whine as those walls clenched around him beautifully. Leo didn't sound all that much better, huffing and churring above him as his pussy was stretched and filled perfectly.
They sat for a minute, waiting to catch their breath, giving themselves some time to adjust so this session didn't end too soon. Donnie finally fluttered his eyes open again, when he felt like he wouldn't explode at the slightest movement of those walls around him, smiling dreamily up at the positively debauched Leo panting above him. He seemed to be waiting for Donnie's order to go, and he was tempted to make him wait a bit longer, just to see him squirm. He decided not to at the last second, slowly beginning to rock his hips up into that delectable heat.
Leo took the hint, slowly following the pace until he was rocking onto him all on his own, desperately whining and moaning up into the air around them. They were both close, Donnie could tell, but he couldn't say he minded all that much, that delectable heat clenching and squeezing around him was just too good. As long as he got Leo off, for the second time that night, it would feel like a success, he deserved that for all the shit he'd dealt with beforehand.
"F-fuck Leo-" He growled, "You feel so good around me- holy shit- you're so fuckin' good for me baby, so good-" he reached a hand up to grab Leo by the plastron, pulling him down and into an open-mouthed kiss. The Slider could only keen against him, rocking faster until his hips were practically bouncing in the Softshell's lap. Donnie had always known Leo had a thing for compliments, but he never connected the thoughts to their sex life, the entire thing just flying over his head.
Now that he could see the effect on him however, bouncing and moaning and crying out desperately on his dick, it seemed so obvious. How he'd missed it, he has no idea, but he was determined to make up for it now, gripping the Slider's hips roughly and pounding up into that heat hard. The resulting sounds from Leo were practically sobs now, and Donnie knew he'd hit that spot inside him dead-on.
He continued to pound inside, groaning and shuddering himself as those walls around him began to flutter and clench rhythmically, and the Slider came with a heaving sob, clutching Donnie's arms desperately as he was fucked through it mercilessly.
"D-Donnie p-please oh fuck- ah-! T-Too much- toomuch- oh FUCK-!" He babbled nonsensically, barely managing words around his shaky sobs and cries. Donnie's hips began to stutter slightly, and that rubber band inside him was beginning to stretch past its breaking point, but he held out just a bit longer, wondering if he could get Leo to come a third time. Those walls suddenly clenched down even harder and everything whited out completely.
He continued to hold Leo down and thrust into him, dick spurting line after line of hot cum into him until he finally softened fully, cum dripping and leaking out of the fluttering, quivering hole lazily. Leo was still gasping and crying out above him, desperately reaching a hand down to finger himself. He'd been right on the precipice of a third orgasm, and fuck even if it felt like too much he couldn't just let it go when it was right there.
Suddenly, Donnie gripped the hand and yanked it away, but before Leo could cry or beg for it back, it was replaced with Donnie's own. It circled his clit with a thumb as the other two fingers plunged into him and jabbed at his g-spot ruthlessly. He sobbed desperately into Donnie's neck in overstimulation, crying and bucking away from the touch, only for his ass to be smacked hard in retaliation.
He whimpered and sobbed pathetically, forcing himself to stay still and take the almost painful pleasure without a second thought. He was almost there, and that hand was barreling him towards the edge faster than anything before. Donnie's free hand grabbed him by the face roughly, forcing him to look at the Softshell, though he was a bit blurry from the tears clouding his vision. Everything was too much, and his entire body shook violently from being pushed to its limits like this.
"You gonna cum again?" Donnie asked, a sweet lilt to his tone melting what little thinking ability Leo had left into mush. "You gonna cum on my hand like a good boy? Hm?" Leo nodded and sobbed pathetically, wanting to convey just how much he ached to cum again despite how his brain functions seemed to deteriorate, how his body ached and clenched almost painfully all over.
It was a struggle to keep his eyes focused on Donnie's blurry form, continuously trying to roll to the ceiling every time those fingers inside him pressed roughly against his g-spot. He was drooling, eyes glazed and desperate, and that building pleasure rocking through his system had that stretched rubber band inside him close to snapping. He was so close, but he couldn't cum yet, not when Donnie was right there, giving him praise and orders. He couldn't cum until Donnie let him cum. Couldn't truly let go, truly sink until he was allowed to.
"You're so cute like this. Such a good boy for me, riding me and making me cum just like you said you would." The Softshell smirked up at him, speeding his hand up and pressing into his g-spot harder, forcing Leo's entire body to jolt. "Hmm, be good for me and cum, squirt on my hand like the good boy you are~" Leo could only manage a sad, shaky whimper as he came a third time, eyes crossing as his body practically convulsed on top of the Softshell. Donnie smashed their faces together, intertwining their tongues as he continued to finger Leo through his orgasm, only stopping once Leo started trying to push his hand away.
His entire body was quivering and jolting harshly as his muscles worked through the aftershocks, and he dimly recognized the need to relieve himself under the sudden and rhythmic squeezing of his bladder. When Donnie finally pulled his hand out, the extra sensation caused the muscles around the area to clench, forcing a pitiful keen from him. His lidded eyes crossed once again as piss began streaming out in small intermittent bursts over the Softshell's lap.
He should be embarrassed about that, about getting both of them and the floor all dirty, however he couldn't bring himself to feel anything but satisfied as he collapsed finally, shaking and lax in his lover's arms.
He'd wanted to be loved and loved on by Donnie, and as he was carefully picked up and carried to the shower, he dimly concluded this as a success. His mind began to go fuzzy as he was washed and gently handled under the spray, leaning up for a loving kiss every few minutes. He shakily tried to walk out on his own after Donnie helped dry him, but before he could get very far he was sweeped into the Softshell's arms and carried to Donnie's bedroom.
He didn't have the energy to ask why he was being tucked in and left in Donnie's bed, and he felt too soft to really care, but when the Softshell went to leave he quickly sat up and chirped in a panic. His shaky, worn out muscles protested the movement, but he didn't care. He'd been a good boy, he was sure of it, Donnie kept calling him one earlier, so why was he leaving? What had Leo done wrong this time? He couldn't find words for his fears, but the distressed sounds seemed to be enough for his twin, who quickly chirped back at him comfortingly, typing up something on the laptop resting on his desk.
I'm sure Shelldon won't be all too happy with being stuck with cleaning duty, the Softshell thought idly, but I just so happen to have a very subspaced Slider on my hands, so he'll just have to deal with it. He typed up the last command with one hand, lightly kneading Leo's thigh with the other, before quickly shutting it and moving to lay next to him with a sigh. Donnie himself was pretty exhausted as well, though nowhere near as exhausted as Leo, he's sure.
Something in him preened and purred when Leo snuggled up to him, churring contentedly into his plastron. He'd gotten Mikey into subspace plenty of times, what with his love for rough treatment, Raph had gotten Donnie there once or twice, and even when they were all together, tag-teaming Raph, they'd managed to get him there too.
But none of them had managed to get Leo there before.
He'd always said he was fine with that, that the normal sex was totally cool with him, but seeing him like this, so calm and unapologetically happy in Donnie's arms... If Leo was ok with it, he's sure he could get used to this.
All of them could, actually.
When Leo's breathing evened out only a few moments later, Donnie pulled out the backup phone hidden under his pillow, just in case he lost his, and began texting his brothers. They'd made progress tonight, and he didn't want them to reverse that progress by accident because he failed to communicate with them. He decided to stick with Raph for now, sending a quick few sentences about how they needed to talk the next day, and that it had to do with Leo and his sex preference. They'd decide where to go from there, during that conversation, and then they'd talk to Mikey, then maybe they could surprise the Slider with some nice Leo Time.
For now, however, he put his phone away, and wrapped the Slider up in a protective hug, allowing his muscles to relax and his brain to fall under that blanket of exhaustion being pulled over his head. They'd figure this shit out together, like they always did, but for now, he'd rest. Revel in the pleasant warmth that seemed to perpetually hang around Leo like a cloud.
As he drifted off, he listened to the soft steady breathing of his love, pacing himself so that their hearts would beat as one.