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Title: "All Ours"
Paring: OT4 - Everybody/Mikey
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage
Word Count: 1811

3) ". . . there was so much more to this than . . ."

Saliva slid down the corner of Michelangelo's mouth as a thick, emerald green finger pulled out of the hot and wet cavern, lingering for a moment to trace the gasping lips appreciatively. The hand then traveled down the front of the trembling ninja's plastron, leaving behind a shiny wet trail before coming to a stop at the sea green member standing fully erect between them. Grasping the hard shaft with his slick hand, Raphael lightly massaged the head of the cock with his thumb, mixing saliva with precum that was starting to bead at the tip. He smirked when the younger ninja tried to bite back a moan unsuccessfully.

"Raph..."

Blue fabric slipped over the younger's head and forced it's way into his mouth, stopping him from saying anything further. He whined quietly while it was snugly secured in place. "Shhhh..." Leonardo soothed, his hot breath ghosting over the back of his brother's neck, hands leaving the bandana tails to slide down to the younger's shoulders. The two older turtles glanced up to meet each others' eyes and they shared a knowing smile, only breaking contact when the bed dipped down to watch the fourth member of their clan climb onto the sheets, a hungry expression on his face. Donatello leaned down on all fours next to Michelangelo and brought his face in close to nuzzle the crook of the sea green neck before landing a few nips to the skin, eliciting a few sharp gasps. The olive turtle then sat back on his legs and handed a bottle of clear liquid to Raphael who grabbed it eagerly and practically tore the lid off.

His eyes raked over his little brother's bound form, watching as the shivering muscles strained half-heartedly against the hold of their masks, Donatello's binding his wrists together, Raphael's wrapped around his ankles, and Leonardo's gagging him sufficiently. The youngest's own mask was turned around so he couldn't see anything, which they all knew he wasn't extremely thrilled about, but was necessary. The sai wielder squeezed a large amount of lubricant into his palm and wrapped his hand around his own painfully hard cock, stroking a few times before lining up with the beautifully tight and quivering ring of muscle below him.

Leonardo brought his brother's bound arms up and over his own head to keep him from moving around and slid his hands around the small body to rest on the heaving abdomen possessively. He could sense the intense need bubbling inside of the orange banded turtle and when he noticed his second youngest brother looking at him, waiting, he gave a firm nod.

Michelangelo threw his head back against his leader's chest letting out a strangled cry as he was filled completely, his brother buried in him to the hilt. He felt hands grip his hips when he tried to buck forwards and found himself whimpering in need, wanting his brother to move. Now was not the time to be gentle.

"Patience, Little Brother." Leonardo whispered in his ear, causing him to blush, suddenly becoming very aware that there were three pairs of eyes on him in this vulnerable state. He forced himself to breathe deeply through his nose and settled into the arms embracing him, partly wishing he could speak to distract from the sudden bashfulness he was experiencing.

The emerald turtle grinned at the pink flush peeking out from under the orange bandana and bent forward to press a kiss to the corner of Michelangelo's mouth, trying to relay as much love and reassurance as he possibly could. "You're beautiful like this." He husked, his voice's natural growl becoming more prominent with his arousal.

Orange moaned long and loud when Raphael thrusted into him deep enough to strike his prostate, causing his member to twitch briefly before it erupted, covering his and his brother's plastron with release. The youngest momentarily felt embarrassed for finishing so quickly, but those thoughts were left behind when Raphael's mouth was suddenly on his neck, sucking and biting in between growls of, "I love you's" and "So hot."

The older quickly came to his own finish and rode out the orgasm for as long as he could before collapsing forward, making sure to catch himself before he squished the prankster and leader he was still rested against. He looked up to his right and grinned at Donatello who had been slowly stroking himself the entire time, his eyes glazed over with desire. "Your turn".

This seemed to snap the purple banded ninja out of his trance and he licked his lips before returning the smile. While the two switched places on the bed, Donatello grabbed Raphael by the back of the neck and gave him a brief albeit lustful open-mouthed kiss.

Leonardo absently ran his hands up and down the youngest's sides, watching his brothers' exchange and trying to control the heat that was shooting down to his groin. They so rarely got to be together all four of them, and it was a special treat watching them interact with each other like this. He lowered his gaze to see the baby of the family's member was already trying to come back to life, hearing the sound of saliva being shared.

Purple took Raphael's place in between the seagreen legs and admired the scene before him. "I want you to cum for me, Baby Brother." He said softly, gently taking the half hard cock into his palm. "Just like you did for Raphie."

Michelangelo twisted in his lovers' grip, his breathing coming out harsher than usual to push past the material in his mouth. He mewled through the gag as his still hyper sensitive flesh was stroked. Donatello quickly positioned himself against the slick hole and pushed in with as much control as he could muster with all the noises his brother was making. He only lasted a few minutes until he was shaking and groaning as he emptied into the hot cavern to mix with Raphael's release. While coming down from the high he continued to pump the youngest faster and faster until he too was crying out, toes clenching unbearably tight as he went through his second orgasm.

Donatello brought his messy hand up to his mouth and sucked the musky release off his hands, humming at the taste while staring at his leader through hooded eyes. Leonardo felt his mouth go dry.

The bo wielder leaned forward and pressed a long, tender kiss to Michelangelo's mouth feeling the moisture soaked bandana brush his lips. "I love you, Michelangelo."

Said ninja made a small noise in the back of his throat, unable to muster the energy to do much else. He felt more shifting on the bed and then his arms were being lifted from over the oldest's head. Two pairs of hands fattened against his front and pushed him back to lay on his shell, and one hand stayed holding his wrists to the mattress above his head. There was a tugging sensation at his feet and then the bandana that has been holding his ankles together was slid off. He was given a moment to stretch his limbs out before they were taken in a strong grip and lifted onto sweat slicked hips. He bit into the blue bandana and clenched his fists when lips tickled his abdomen, planting butterfly light kisses in a strait line up until they reached the base of his neck.

Leonardo inhaled his brother's sent deeply before nuzzling his face in the nape of his neck. Being as gentle as his lust filled mind would allow, he entered the younger until their hips were touching and stayed there, letting the heat encase him. Michelangelo's muscles were already shaking from the two previous orgasms, and even as he was wondering whether he'd be able to go a third round, he felt the tip of his older brother's member rub against his sweet spot and he whimpered.

Blue squeezed the trembling thighs in his hands and pressed another kiss the Michelangelo's collarbone. He rocked his hips back and forth experimentally and nearly lost it at the needy sob he got in return. The leader took a few deep, controlled breaths to get a handle on himself. He wanted this feeling to last, to stay connected with Michelangelo for as long as their bodies would allow. The pleasure he felt at being this close to his brother was over whelming.

But it was so much more than that.

Leonardo opened his eyes and gazed down at the flushed face below him to make sure there was no trace of discomfort before he began to move rhythmically. When his brother started moan he smiled, looking up at Raphael who returned the gesture. There was so much love in those eyes. Looking to his other side he saw the same in Donatello's face as the olive turtle entwined his fingers with the sea green ones, holding them down but at the same time relaying safety and comfort.

Being surrounded by love, the feeling of security, of passion. That was always the most important thing to the four. As much as it was about the pleasure, their love making filled a much deeper purpose. It wasn't about the desire to dominate that they chose to have the youngest bound, it was about love and trust. The ability to feel vulnerable and be able to let go, and not feel an ounce of judgment. To give each other everything, unselfishly.

Leonardo buried his face against the smaller turtle and listened to the breathy, needy moans and felt himself getting closer and closer. When Michelangelo clenched tightly around him, he was done. Both of them shouted passionately as the they rode out their climax to the end. The leader then tore his blue mask out of his brother's mouth and crushed their lips together, trying to taste as much of the other as he could before pulling back to let him breathe.

Michelangelo sucked in air and smiled tiredly up at his brother, his body utterly exhausted. Blue cupped the younger's cheek and rubbed a thumb gently across it. "Love you, Mikey." And hell if the prankster didnt know it.

He let his eyes slide shut as the three older ninjas all laid down around each other. "Love you too." He mumbled in content, and they knew it was directed at all three of them.

Leonardo wrapped his arms around the turtle and felt his olive brother do the same to him from behind. He watched Raphael's eyes close, resting his head on top of Michelangelo's and smiled to himself. He felt overwhelmingly thankful that this, what they had, was all theirs.

Description
Title: "All Ours"
Paring: OT4 - Everybody/Mikey
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage
Word Count: 1811

3) ". . . there was so much more to this than . . ."

Saliva slid down the corner of Michelangelo's mouth as a thick, emerald green finger pulled out of the hot and wet cavern, lingering for a moment to trace the gasping lips appreciatively. The hand then traveled down the front of the trembling ninja's plastron, leaving behind a shiny wet trail before coming to a stop at the sea green member standing fully erect between them. Grasping the hard shaft with his slick hand, Raphael lightly massaged the head of the cock with his thumb, mixing saliva with precum that was starting to bead at the tip. He smirked when the younger ninja tried to bite back a moan unsuccessfully.

"Raph..."

Blue fabric slipped over the younger's head and forced it's way into his mouth, stopping him from saying anything further. He whined quietly while it was snugly secured in place. "Shhhh..." Leonardo soothed, his hot breath ghosting over the back of his brother's neck, hands leaving the bandana tails to slide down to the younger's shoulders. The two older turtles glanced up to meet each others' eyes and they shared a knowing smile, only breaking contact when the bed dipped down to watch the fourth member of their clan climb onto the sheets, a hungry expression on his face. Donatello leaned down on all fours next to Michelangelo and brought his face in close to nuzzle the crook of the sea green neck before landing a few nips to the skin, eliciting a few sharp gasps. The olive turtle then sat back on his legs and handed a bottle of clear liquid to Raphael who grabbed it eagerly and practically tore the lid off.

His eyes raked over his little brother's bound form, watching as the shivering muscles strained half-heartedly against the hold of their masks, Donatello's binding his wrists together, Raphael's wrapped around his ankles, and Leonardo's gagging him sufficiently. The youngest's own mask was turned around so he couldn't see anything, which they all knew he wasn't extremely thrilled about, but was necessary. The sai wielder squeezed a large amount of lubricant into his palm and wrapped his hand around his own painfully hard cock, stroking a few times before lining up with the beautifully tight and quivering ring of muscle below him.

Leonardo brought his brother's bound arms up and over his own head to keep him from moving around and slid his hands around the small body to rest on the heaving abdomen possessively. He could sense the intense need bubbling inside of the orange banded turtle and when he noticed his second youngest brother looking at him, waiting, he gave a firm nod.

Michelangelo threw his head back against his leader's chest letting out a strangled cry as he was filled completely, his brother buried in him to the hilt. He felt hands grip his hips when he tried to buck forwards and found himself whimpering in need, wanting his brother to move. Now was not the time to be gentle.

"Patience, Little Brother." Leonardo whispered in his ear, causing him to blush, suddenly becoming very aware that there were three pairs of eyes on him in this vulnerable state. He forced himself to breathe deeply through his nose and settled into the arms embracing him, partly wishing he could speak to distract from the sudden bashfulness he was experiencing.

The emerald turtle grinned at the pink flush peeking out from under the orange bandana and bent forward to press a kiss to the corner of Michelangelo's mouth, trying to relay as much love and reassurance as he possibly could. "You're beautiful like this." He husked, his voice's natural growl becoming more prominent with his arousal.

Orange moaned long and loud when Raphael thrusted into him deep enough to strike his prostate, causing his member to twitch briefly before it erupted, covering his and his brother's plastron with release. The youngest momentarily felt embarrassed for finishing so quickly, but those thoughts were left behind when Raphael's mouth was suddenly on his neck, sucking and biting in between growls of, "I love you's" and "So hot."

The older quickly came to his own finish and rode out the orgasm for as long as he could before collapsing forward, making sure to catch himself before he squished the prankster and leader he was still rested against. He looked up to his right and grinned at Donatello who had been slowly stroking himself the entire time, his eyes glazed over with desire. "Your turn".

This seemed to snap the purple banded ninja out of his trance and he licked his lips before returning the smile. While the two switched places on the bed, Donatello grabbed Raphael by the back of the neck and gave him a brief albeit lustful open-mouthed kiss.

Leonardo absently ran his hands up and down the youngest's sides, watching his brothers' exchange and trying to control the heat that was shooting down to his groin. They so rarely got to be together all four of them, and it was a special treat watching them interact with each other like this. He lowered his gaze to see the baby of the family's member was already trying to come back to life, hearing the sound of saliva being shared.

Purple took Raphael's place in between the seagreen legs and admired the scene before him. "I want you to cum for me, Baby Brother." He said softly, gently taking the half hard cock into his palm. "Just like you did for Raphie."

Michelangelo twisted in his lovers' grip, his breathing coming out harsher than usual to push past the material in his mouth. He mewled through the gag as his still hyper sensitive flesh was stroked. Donatello quickly positioned himself against the slick hole and pushed in with as much control as he could muster with all the noises his brother was making. He only lasted a few minutes until he was shaking and groaning as he emptied into the hot cavern to mix with Raphael's release. While coming down from the high he continued to pump the youngest faster and faster until he too was crying out, toes clenching unbearably tight as he went through his second orgasm.

Donatello brought his messy hand up to his mouth and sucked the musky release off his hands, humming at the taste while staring at his leader through hooded eyes. Leonardo felt his mouth go dry.

The bo wielder leaned forward and pressed a long, tender kiss to Michelangelo's mouth feeling the moisture soaked bandana brush his lips. "I love you, Michelangelo."

Said ninja made a small noise in the back of his throat, unable to muster the energy to do much else. He felt more shifting on the bed and then his arms were being lifted from over the oldest's head. Two pairs of hands fattened against his front and pushed him back to lay on his shell, and one hand stayed holding his wrists to the mattress above his head. There was a tugging sensation at his feet and then the bandana that has been holding his ankles together was slid off. He was given a moment to stretch his limbs out before they were taken in a strong grip and lifted onto sweat slicked hips. He bit into the blue bandana and clenched his fists when lips tickled his abdomen, planting butterfly light kisses in a strait line up until they reached the base of his neck.

Leonardo inhaled his brother's sent deeply before nuzzling his face in the nape of his neck. Being as gentle as his lust filled mind would allow, he entered the younger until their hips were touching and stayed there, letting the heat encase him. Michelangelo's muscles were already shaking from the two previous orgasms, and even as he was wondering whether he'd be able to go a third round, he felt the tip of his older brother's member rub against his sweet spot and he whimpered.

Blue squeezed the trembling thighs in his hands and pressed another kiss the Michelangelo's collarbone. He rocked his hips back and forth experimentally and nearly lost it at the needy sob he got in return. The leader took a few deep, controlled breaths to get a handle on himself. He wanted this feeling to last, to stay connected with Michelangelo for as long as their bodies would allow. The pleasure he felt at being this close to his brother was over whelming.

But it was so much more than that.

Leonardo opened his eyes and gazed down at the flushed face below him to make sure there was no trace of discomfort before he began to move rhythmically. When his brother started moan he smiled, looking up at Raphael who returned the gesture. There was so much love in those eyes. Looking to his other side he saw the same in Donatello's face as the olive turtle entwined his fingers with the sea green ones, holding them down but at the same time relaying safety and comfort.

Being surrounded by love, the feeling of security, of passion. That was always the most important thing to the four. As much as it was about the pleasure, their love making filled a much deeper purpose. It wasn't about the desire to dominate that they chose to have the youngest bound, it was about love and trust. The ability to feel vulnerable and be able to let go, and not feel an ounce of judgment. To give each other everything, unselfishly.

Leonardo buried his face against the smaller turtle and listened to the breathy, needy moans and felt himself getting closer and closer. When Michelangelo clenched tightly around him, he was done. Both of them shouted passionately as the they rode out their climax to the end. The leader then tore his blue mask out of his brother's mouth and crushed their lips together, trying to taste as much of the other as he could before pulling back to let him breathe.

Michelangelo sucked in air and smiled tiredly up at his brother, his body utterly exhausted. Blue cupped the younger's cheek and rubbed a thumb gently across it. "Love you, Mikey." And hell if the prankster didnt know it.

He let his eyes slide shut as the three older ninjas all laid down around each other. "Love you too." He mumbled in content, and they knew it was directed at all three of them.

Leonardo wrapped his arms around the turtle and felt his olive brother do the same to him from behind. He watched Raphael's eyes close, resting his head on top of Michelangelo's and smiled to himself. He felt overwhelmingly thankful that this, what they had, was all theirs.