Sweat formed on Donatello’s forehead, his tongue tightly held still between lips, his hands trying to stay as steady as possible. He was working on small motor on something he had wanted to build for a long time but some parts were just too small, requiring so intense focus – and steady hands.

But the issue was he had no such focus or steady hands. Not currently at least.

Olive green turtle sighed out loud in frustration while dorpping his head, arms slamming against the surface of his working table, making everything shake on it. Lifting his goggles up from his eyes, Donatello rubbed his closed eyelids with his fingers.

He was tired of this. Tired of lacking his normal focus. And the reason behind it was… Mikey. Well, not really Mikey since the turtle hadn’t done anything to disturb Donatello. Rather the lack of having Mikey around…

Bullshit. Excuses.

Donatello moaned towards the ceiling while rolling away from his desk. His orbs studied the ceiling, his thoughts speeding up. His real issue was he himself – or rather his hormones. Lowering his head with the gaze, Donatello froze to look down between his legs. That soft area between them which held his slit and dick inside it.

He groaned again, his arms squeezing arm holders tighter, making the color fade from his knuckles. He was so damn horny and he didn’t know why exactly. Usually it was because of Mikey, that little bastard teasing him to no end until the older turtle couldn’t do anything else than to give in and fuck his little brother.

Now, for a some reason, Mikey had been distant, leaving Donatello alone. While olive green turtle rarely had needs, he always took care of them with his own hand – or toys which Mikey had given him, to test them with him. They had been nice and recently Donatello had been using them since his own hand didn’t feel to be enough. Now those toys did the same. They simply did not deliver that wonderful bliss to him what Mikey’s ass did.

Damn it.

Donatello huffed, resting his arm on the table while turning to look at the door with his chair. He could go and find Mikey, make him bend over and just fuck that ass but… Donatello was never that blunt. He was more subtle. Jolt of strong need suddenly hit his groins, making him grunt. He almost cursed.

That’s it! He was done! He couldn’t handle this anymore!

With one strong push, Donatello got on his feet, determinated to find Mikey and fuck him, even if he would need to drag the turtle with him – literally. Heavy door opened and Donatello stepped out, his brown orbs instantly scanning the lair, searching his little brother. He found his target but there was an issue. Michelangelo was with Raphael and Leonardo in the living room area. Raphael was playing something with their game console, Leonardo taking a look every now and then when he got his focus off on his katana while the youngest of them all was focused on drawing something with crayons

Damn it.

Donatello cursed slightly in his mind, feeling the need grow in his groins. He simply had to do this, he couldn’t back away or wait. He’d done everything else with no any real help. He needed Mikey. Wanted.

He clared his throat gently before taking first step, instatly feeling how he already had slight bulge forming. No, no, no! Not yet! Hold on, you horny dick!

Casually he greeted Leonardo with a nod when their eyes met, tapping Raphael once on the shoulder as he passed him by, earning only a grunt from the hot-head as a sign he noticed Don. With his steady rhythm Donatello circled around Leo’s chair, coming to a stop. His eyes went slightly wide when he saw Michelangelo lay on his stomach, his legs and ass straight towards him, that cute little tail swining slightly every now and then. The sight made Donatello swallow. Great! Like if he needed something like this to tease him!

Apparently the youngest hadn’t noticed Donatello or was pretending. Either way, it did not save him from Donatello who now, more than ever, was determined to get his dick in Mikey’s ass. He needed that hole.

Second youngest squatted down right next to Mikey’s shoulder after managing to get past that tight and round ass, his brown eyes observing Michelangelo’s artistic side. He was damn good artist. It was no wonder Mikey wanted to become a comic book artist “as an adult”. For a short moment Donatello smiled, forgetting his needs. He was sure Mikey would reach that goal easily, becoming one of the best comic book artists.

“What do you want?”

Mikey’s voice was casual, a bit curious with the hint of playfulness. It instantly sent jolt striking hard in Donatello’s groins, growing his bulge slightly. Donatello held back his groan moan mix, swallowing once. He hoped Leonardo, with his hawk eyes, hadn’t noticed anything… unusual.

“What? Can’t I keep a break and admire your skills?”

“Sure you can!” Mikey said, never stopping or moving his gaze away from his caryon drawing on a black paper. Those colors looked so vivid to Donatello’s eyes. Michelangelo did some heck pretty stuff.

“So… What are you drawing exactly?”

Now Michelangelo stopped, turning to look at his brother with asking gaze.

“Can’t you tell?”

“If I could, I wouldn’t ask.” Donatello smiled gently back, doing his damn best not to jump on Mikey there and then, not giving a fuck if Leo and Raph was there.

Michelangelo now grinned and chuckled, turning his focus back on the art, now starting to swing his legs.

“This part here is a swan wings open. You know, how they rise up and flap their wings. I haven’t done it fully yet. This here at the front are big red flowers, similar to hibiscus. Back there is a waterfall which still needs some finishing touches. There, at the left, is hidded passageway to an ancient garden. I need to do ruins and moss covered statue there. And there I planned….”

And that mouth just kept pushing out words, eagerly explaining all details and plants to his work. Donatello kept smiling and nodding, long gone unable to focus on what Mikey was saying. He just wanted to KISS that mouth so, so badly. He could almost feel a drop of sweat forming on his temple as he fought back the urge. But it felt futile since his mind came up with new idea – with very vivid image:

That mouth being around his painfully hard cock, sucking it with loud slurps, pink tongue rolling around the tip, those light blue orbs watching up at him like a happy puppy.

Shit!

Donatello couldn’t take it anymore. He needed Mikey NOW. Thinking something quickly to get Mikey away from Raphael and Leonardo, to come with him, Donatello suddenly pointed on Michelangelo’s arm.

“Hey, isn’t that crayon on your arm? What an mess you have make on yourself.”

Now Michelangelo stopped, eyeing his arm in confusion.

“What? Where? I don’t see anything.”

“That there!” Donatello said, finally snatching crayon on Mikey’s arm, “accidentally” drawing a line on Mikey’s arm with purple crayon.

“Hey!”

“Sorry, sorry! I tried to point the spot with this one but accidentally drew on you. Oh, dear me.” Brown orbs moved now up and down on Mikey who rose to sit up, annoyed look on his face as he stared his arm and then his brother.

“You dick.”

Donatello swallowed. He did NOT need to hear a word ‘dick’ from Mikey’s mouth but it was too late. It was one of the last pushes he needed, his bulge growing painfully bigger. Grabbing on Mikey’s arm, Donatello forced Michelangelo on his feet.

“I’m sorry. Please, let me clean it for you.”

Suddenly Michelangelo was yanked closer, his face just inches away from Donatello’s. He could feel olive green turtle’s hot breathing on his face when next words were whispered with serious and needy spark in those brown orbs.

“I need to fuck. Now.”

Younger male’s eyes widened slowly as the words sank in, his mouth turning into a tiny round hole as he whispered “Oh… Oh!” After the shock, that little devilish smile spread on his face. He grabbed Don by the hand, nudging him once, moving his lips with “Lead the way”.

And, oh boy, didn’t Donatello lead! His hold on Mikey’s hand tightened significally as he spun around, literally starting to drag Mikey with him. Poor turtle had to almost run to keep up with his brother!

“I’m occupying shower! Mikey needs a good scrub to get rid of the crayon!”

Mikey just smiled, hearing Raphael yell something with “Yeah yeah!” while still being too much into the game while Leonardo, with his calm voice, reminded them not to use too much hot water. The rest of them needed to shower at some point as well.

Youngest ones didn’t bother to rely back anymore as they were heading towards the bathroom. With a bit too much force, Donatello yanked the door open, pushed Mikey and jumped after his brother, locking the door behind them.

Michelangelo watched with amusement how Donatello leaned against the door with both of his arms, head resting between those muscular limbs.

“Dude, you are sweating like a pig.”

There was a low, needy, growl before Donatello spun around, dashing towards Mikey. Smaller male hit the wall shell first, Donatello’s mouth molesting his with passion. With a chuckle against Donatello’s mouth, Michelangelo closed his eyes, giving the same passion back while his hands were already eagerly exploring Donatello, helping him to get free from his gears.

“Good God, Donnie. You really are horny!”

Donatello let out another needy growl, his teeth finding Michelangelo’s neck. With care he started to nip that neck, making his little brother hum and chuckle while biting his lower lip.

“Geez, I should leave you needy more often instead of coming to turn you on.”

“Tease me all you want, Mikey.” Donatello huffed, liciking his brother’s ear slit. His tongue was wet and hot, leaving burning trail behind. It sent shivers on Mikey’s body.

“What happened to the toys I gave you?” He continued, Donatello’s arms holding him tighter.

“Those have been useless.” Donatello once more huffed. “They are not your ass.”

“Oooh, I see.” Michelangelo said while pushing his tongue out playfully. “My ass is the finest after all. No wonder you drool after it.”

Now bigger turtle grunted with need, forcing his little brother to spin around. Michelangelo watched over his shoulder while leaning against the wall how Donatello squatted behind him, grabbing tightly on his muscular buttcheeks. Heavy blush instantly rose of his cheeks, teeth biting lower lip more harder.

His body shivered as he felt Donatello’s hot breathing hitting his ass, getting closer to his anus. Eventually that mouth sealed Mikey’s anus, eager tongue instantly coming to lick that sensitive area. It made Michelangelo moan and gasp softly.

Pressing his head against the tiles, light blue eyes closed with a soft hum, his tail lifted all the way up, wagging happily as Donatello kept working on his hole.

“Weren’t you gonna scrub crayon off of me?”

Another tease. Mikey just had to be like that right now. Donatello grunted against Mikey’s hole, pulled away panting and finally replied.

“I will scrub your insides first.”

“Awh, but I’m cold.”

“Then turn the shower on.”

“But Leo said --”

“I heard what he said.” Donatello licked that red anus few times. “We won’t use all hot water if we don’t turn hot water to full. Just warm water enough to keep us warm.”

“Ooh, I get it.” Mikey chirped, turning his focus on the shower. His hand slid on the tiled, heading towards the shower tap. He turned it and then lifted, making the water run hard. Next he lifted this tiny knob, turning on the shower’s head which, now, was raining water on them.

Both turtles let out some kind of yelp and scream when there first came heck cold water, eventually warm water starting to rain on them. Donatello growled as he stood up, wrapping his arms around Michelangelo’s middle, pressing himself tight against the turtle.

“You did that on purpose.”

“I swear I didn’t! I forgot there always comes little bit of cold water first!”

His brother didn’t look happy or convinced but he was too horny to give a damn about it all now. Hands slid up on Mikey’s wet sides onto his shoulders, suddenly spinning smaller male around. As he turned, he felt something brush against his leg. When stopped and being steadily on his legs, Michelangelo looked down.

Blush instantly changed the color of his cheeks, his eyes widening. There was Donatello’s gorgeous and needy dick, jumping eagerly, fully swollen with red head. Grin spread on Mikey’s lips. This didn’t go unnoticed by Donatello who, still holding Mikey’s shoulders, suddenly forced his brother down to his knees.

“Hey, easy! I will do my job, just chill!”

“Then be quicker.” Donatello panted, his eyes sparking with need, locked on Mikey.

Youngest grinned up at his brother, taking a hold on Donatello’s erection. It instantly reacted to the touch with a little jump, Don himself sucking air in between his teeth. Youngest turtle chuckled, his eyes lowering from brown orbs on the dick right in front of his face. Slowly his hand started to pump that needy flesh, Donatello throwing his head back.

Good God, how good Mikey’s hand felt! That little bastard knew the right way to touch (and tease) him some more. His name was called with a growl, Mikey getting the hint. He opened his mouth as wide as possible, pushing his tongue out. Bending forward, Michelangelo sealed Donatello’s dick in his mouth, instantly starting to suck it with speed.

Donatello had to bite his hand to keep himself from screaming. Damn, it had been a long time when he had been THIS horny last time. And Mikey knew it, teasing him at times with super slow sucks and licks.

“S-stop toying, M-Mikey.”

“Heh. Gonna cum already? My mouth feels good, doesn’t it?”

“T-too good.”

Michelangelo chuckled once more, getting back on sucking his brother. His finger, however, wanted to be a bit naughty. It sneaked between Donatello’s legs, starting to play with his anus. Donatello instantly jerked, rising on his toes, holding on Mikey’s head for support.

“M-Mikey!”

“Sssh, they will hear us. Or rather you.”

Donatello dropped his head down, his eyes sparking with needy grin.

“Oh, I make sure they hear you too.”

Once more younger turtle was yanked by Donatello, now standing face to face with the older brother. They shared passionated kiss, their dicks rubbing together. Donatello had no idea when Mikey had dropped out but none of that didn’t matter. All what mattered was for him to get his dick in Mikey’s ass.

Turning Mikey around and forcing him to bend forward did the trick, all what he needed. Mikey’s hole was there, fully exposed, waiting just for him. It made Donatello swallow and lick his lips. Hastily he stepped closer while holding on his dick, rubbing the tip against Mikey’s anus.

“Weren’t you going to fuck me or not? Come on, I’m waiting ~” Mikey chirped, his hips playfully and teasingly swinging from side to side. Donatello growled, grabbing on Mikey’s hip.

“Stay still.”

And, as a good little brother, Michelangelo remained still, letting Donatello thrust himself in through his asshole. This movement made Mikey threw his head back with a moan, Donatello’s hand sliding up on his shoulder while other remained on his hip.

Rhythm was instantly fast and hard, causing Mikey’s feet slip a bit on the wet floor.

“E-easy! Don’t want to fall and break your dick!”

But older turtle remained quiet, his hold on Mikey’s hip tightening. His dick was surrounded by blissfull feeling of Mikey’s anal tunnel rubbing him all around. That sweet, sweet and tight ass! Slapping sounds were loud and watery, water from shower keeping on raining the turtles. Luckily it was on, tho, since Don’s salive wouldn’t had been enough alone as a lub.

Michelangelo let his head hang down, his eyes focusing on his own jumping erection. It swung and jumped with Donatello’s rhythm, little bit of precum swinging from it’s tip. Mikey swallowed.

He reached to his own cock, starting to pump it, trying his best to keep up or match with Don’s rhythm, but that damn turtle was simply too horny, changing paces ever so often. It almost started to feel like if Don would cause fire to burn in his ass with that speed!

“D-Don---niehh!”

“M-Mikey, ah! I love-- your ass…! So tight!”

“Y-yeah, I can feel you d-do, hgn!”

Now Donatello’s other hand slid down on Mikey’s hip, grabbing on it as hard as possible. For a moment Michelangelo worried Don would leave bruises… and so what if he did? It was none’s business. Instead of worrying, he closed his eyes, focusing on masturbating and being fucked.

Donatello himself spend some of his time while watching down between them. He just loved to watch his dick disappearing in Mikey’s ass. How hungrily that ass ate his dick, sucked it. Oh fucking Hell… So good.

His dick was starting to feel sore from that “rabbit fucking” but Donatello wasn’t done. He wouldn’t stop. He wanted to fuck Mikey as long as possible. He pulled himself out suddenly, spun Mikey around into a kiss while lifting Mikey’s other leg up. Instantly Mikey followed, his hand going down between them, finding Donatello’s member. He guided it on the right spot, welcoming his brother back in his body’s warmth. They kept kissing with and without tongue, panting in each other’s mouths, Mikey’s dick still jumping between them.

Smelling Mikey’s scent, Donatello automatically lifted his hand, searching for that delicious dick. He found it, grabbing on it like if his life depended on it. His hand became a blur as he started to pump that dick, making Mikey gasp in shock and pleasure. How beautiful sounds Mikey was making…!

Reaching to nip Mikey’s neck once more, Donatello started to feel how those ass muscles around his dick started to tense and relax in waves. Aaah, so Michelangelo was close? Good. With a grin he allowed his teeth to get back to work on Mikey’s neck, earning pleasant churrs. Churrs didn’t last long, Mikey’s mouth slowly opening bigger and bigger as his moan grew louder.

“D-Don--!”

“Cum to me, baby.” He hissed in Mikey’s ear slit. “Let me milk your dick empty.”

Donatello rarely dirty talked – and that’s why it was so sexy and very effective. With a held back scream, Michelangelo threw his head back as he suddenly came, Donatello – as promised – milking him empty.

Brown eyes watched hungrily as white sperm kept coming out from the tip of Mikey’s dick, slowly being rinsed away by the shower water. When his little brother’s attention whore (dick) was dealt with, Don’s focus turned on his own dick.

It was calming down, getting ready to give it’s own load. Olive green turtle smiled, reaching to kiss Michelangelo who, still, tried to get air in his lungs. Their kiss was yet another passioned one, Mikey suddenly pulling away with pleasant moaning.

“D! Your dick! Please!”

To this his brother said nothing. He knew Mikey felt it as well as he. His dick was ready to burst inside his brother. Burying his face against Mikey’s collarbone area, Donatello held tighter on those light green hips, ramming that ass with his dick 10 more seconds when he, finally, tensed. His erection, indeed, felt like expoding inside Mikey.

White sperm came out with great force, making Donatello see stars for a long moment. While he was looking at the stars, Michelagelo felt that dick pulsate in his ass over and over again, covering his anal walls with sticky white stuff. And he loved that.

Donatello’s dick, after a long time, turned limp, sliding out from Mikey’s ass with some sperm drops. Since Donatello seemed to be in some other galaxy completely, it was up to Mikey to grab on that dick and rinse it clean with “dick friendly soap” as Mikey liked to call the soap they used on washing private parts.

After helping Don’s dick back in it’s pouch, Donatello suddenly collapsed slightly against Mikey who instantly grabbed his brother, sliding down to sit with him under the shower. He held Donatello in his arms, waiting. Eventually his brother moved, made a sound and opened his eyes.

“… W-where?”

“In the shower. That was quite a fuck, eh? You fucked yourself unconscious.”

As much as Mikey would have wanted to laugh to his own words, he remained silent, observing Donatello’s face now that his brother had managed to turn his head, facing him.

“I did?”

“Yes, you did.” Mikey said with a smile as he kissed Donatelloe’s cheek before nuzzling against it. “You were really horny, like truly. I think I have never seen you that horny before.”

“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself with it anymore. I really needed you.”

Mikey smiled ever so softly, his finger running on Donatello’s round cheek.

“And that’s what I’m here for. Never hesitate to come to me when you need a fuck, big or small.”

Now Donatello smiled, taking a hold on Mikey’s hand, softly kissing it.

“Thank you. I try to remember that.” Their eyes met under the rain, smile remaining on Donatello’s lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They shared soft and long kiss when they both got startled by the knocking sounds from the door.

“You two alive in there?” It was Leonardo.

Michelangelo and Donatelllo exhanged look, not sure should they answer or not.

“Y-yeah! We are still alive!”

“Good. Then hurry up, will you? Others need to use bathroom and shower as well.”

To this Michelangelo snickered, wrapping his arms around Donatello’s neck, whispering.

“Let’s not hurry. Let’s see how furious we can make Leonardo by disobeying him.”

Donatello looked rather worried while listening Mikey’s suggestion.

“I don’t know.” He whispered. “I always have done what Leo has told me to do.”

“Even more reasons to be a bit rebel now, yes? Besides, do you want me to go out there with you while my hole’s still all open and wide?”

Donatello blushes, eventually shaking his head with a tiny shy smile. It made Mikey smile back at him.

“Thought so.”

They reached to kiss each other once more, completely ignoring the knockings coming from the door, Leo, and Raph now too, demanding the pair to come out and let them use the bathroom as well.



THE END!


