The birds in the coop chuckle and cluck as he approaches, turning to watch him with glinting eyes.
"Dude," Mikey muses, waving hello. "You guys are skilled." To be honest, he wasn't trying that hard to be stealthy, but it's important to keep their spirits up. They bob their heads in acknowledgement, little dark eyes glinting like jewels, and turn back to more important matters.
Mikey glances across the concrete expanse surrounding the coop. He can see a mattress tucked up under a nearby ledge, a neat stack of books, and even a creaky old radio, but no sign of any occupants. "Now where--"
But that's all he gets before a pair of massive arms swoop out of the dark and snatch him up. "Gah!" Mikey cries, hands instinctively flying to his chucks as he twists around to face his attacker.
The big, hulking spike-encrusted turtle frowns. “Are you all right, Mikey?” he asks. “Should I have—“
“You were perfect!” Mikey squeals, throwing his arms around Slash’s neck. “I missed you so much, big guy!”
“And I you,” Slash rumbles, shifting Mikey to a more comfortable position on his arm. “Did you have a good journey?”
“It was okay,” Mikey says, balancing easily on Slash’s arm as the bigger turtle carries him over to the mattress and sets him down. “Dropped off some books at the library, smacked around some muggers. What about you?”
“I,” and there’s no small amount of pride on Slash’s face as he produces a small sack, “have been utilizing some of my ninja skills at the back of a nearby grocer’s.”
“Cool!” Mikey excitedly tugs open the sack to expose the bright glimmer of oranges. They’re small and a little bruised, but no mold. “This is awesome, dude!”
Slash preens delicately. “I only managed it because of your enhanced training, of course.”
“You bet! I’m gonna give Leo a run for his money at this rate.” He leans up and gives Slash a big fat kiss on the mouth.
For a heartbeat they both freeze, lips locked—they’ve only recently embarked on this whole “kissing” thing, after all. But then Slash kisses back, hard and hungry, gently pushing Mikey back up against the wall.
“Wow,” Mikey whispers as they come up for air. “You must’ve been in a real rar-rar mood, huh, big guy?”
A flicker of doubt flickers across Slash’s face and Mikey rolls his eyes before kissing him again. “It’s cool, though,” he whispers, voice low and sexy the way he’s practiced it. “I like it.”
When they break away Slash’s cheeks are apple-red, and his fingers tremble slightly as he unsheathes his claws to peel the oranges. Mikey giggles at the sight; shell, he loves how sexy being with his big guy makes him feel.
Slash offers up an orange slice and Mikey bends forward to lap it from his hand, offering up an impish citrus grin. “I ought to put you across my knee,” Slash mutters, then blushes even redder when he realizes he’s said it out loud.
Ooh, Mikey’s definitely filing that one away for later. “Promise?” he asks sweetly, and Slash nearly choked on the piece of orange he’s fitting into his own mouth.
But he grows more relaxed as time passes and they make their way through the oranges. He chats with Mikey about his brothers, about the Mutaminals, about books and parks and candy, as if Mikey isn’t eating out of his hand as they talk.
And when Mikey turns the final slice in his mouth so that part of it’s facing Slash, the other turtle doesn’t need any prompting to lean forward and chomp down on the exposed end. They push their lips together as they chew sticky tongues waving together.
Jesus fucking Christ, Mikey can feel himself getting hard in his shell. And judging from the way Slash’s smell is changing, the feeling is mutual.
“What do you want to do now?” Slash whispers as they break apart.
Mikey smirks. “Something tells me you’ve got a few ideas in mind, big guy.” He grinds up against Slash’s thigh and then it’s flexing, muscles gently rippling against his crotch. What else is a red-blooded turtle supposed to do, but drop down?
The sight of Mikey’s cock spilling onto his skin seems to galvanize something in Slash. Mikey’s scooped up again, letting out a startled little yelp of excitement as cool air brushes against his cock. Slash places his shell again at the wall and slathers Mikey’s neck with sloppy, hungry kisses.
“You smell so good,” he growls, eyes wild and flashing. A part of Mikey’s scared, but it’s the kind of fear he imagines you get skydiving or bungee jumping, the kind shot through with purest exhilaration.
“Go on then, baby,” he whispers, spreading his legs wide. “Eat me up.”
And as if he wants to take that literally, Slash hoists Mikey even farther up, towards his mouth. That gigantic maw of his open wide as he laps at Mikey’s cock once, twice, three times.
“Fuck!” Mikey yells, desperately clutching at Slash’s arms while his feet scrabble at those massive shoulders. Slash smiles, mouth still open, carefully folding his lips over the edges of his teeth.
Before Mikey can collect himself, that fucking mouth opens even wider and swallows his cock. Slash very gently clamps down at the root, sucking Mikey’s cock like it’s sweeter than any orange in the world.
Mikey can’t help it. He comes, churring like a goddamn motor as he fills Slash’s mouth with his load. It’s good, so fucking good, and he wants to drown himself in the feeling. The pigeons scatter at the sounds he’s making and he doesn’t even care.
But then Slash is lowering Mikey back into his lap, and Mikey’s brain has put itself together that he just came in, like, twenty fucking seconds, and Slas isn’teven out ofhis shell. “Sorry, dude,” he mutters, looking away.
“It’s all right,” Slash says gently, rubbing Mikey’s shell. “Inexperienced cis males achieve climax fairly quickly, according to my research.”
Mikey brightens at that. “‘Research? Check out the professor here.” He strains up enough to plant a soft kiss on Slash’s face. “So, when does lil’ Mikey get a chance at round two?”
“Relatively quickly, with enough...stimulation,” Slash says. He’s blushing, but there’s a naughty twinkle in his eyes. “Any suggestions?”
The words slip out of Mikey before he can stop them, his cock gently twitching as he asks, “Can-can I sit on your face?”
Slash stiffens, and for a heartbeat Mikey thinks he’s pushed things too far. Then he feels his big guy’s crotch swell even larger, hears the gentle ruffle of his indrawn breath.
“I think,” Slash says, and his voice is so rich and deep Mikey would fucking eat it if he could, “That would be a very nice idea, Michelangelo.”
He gracefully leans back, settling onto his shell. Mikey scrabbles up his plastron, taking care not to step on Slash’s neck.
There’s an awkward moment where he’s not sure where to sit and then he turns, carefully scooting back until his ass is resting just above Slash’s mouth. “You ready, big guy?” he asks carefully.
“Very much,” Slash whispers, his breath tickling Mikey’s sensitive flesh. His fingers clasp around Mikey’s ankle, the other coming down to his own crotch.
Slash’s mouth is just as soft and warm and wet and perfect as it was the first time. He groans when Mikey settles down, his cock spilling free between his legs while his lips wrap around Mikey’s tail.
Mikey churrs, hands flying down to dig his fingers into Slash’s shoulders. The bastard sucks harder, and just like that both of their cocks are swelling, Slash’s monster somehow managing to get even bigger.
“That’s it,” Mikey purrs, rubbing Slash’s shoulders. “Show me that nice big cock of yours, baby.” It’ll probably be ages before he actually gets Slash’s cock inside him, but hey, a guy can drool.
In answer, Slash offers up another soothing hum that pushes straight up into Mikey’s core. “Nnnh!” He leans forward, and apparently that shifts his tail just enough for Slash’s strong tongue to flick it inside. Mikey only has a heartbeat to realize what’s coming and prepare before--
Oh. Oh, fuck. Sweet Rosalind Franklin (hey, sometimes he picks up on Donnie’s curses) Slash’s tongue is inside him. That sweet, clever tongue, which eats chocolate and recites love poetry and paints Mikey’s mouth shiny with kisses, is pushing its sweet way up between his cheeks.
And Slash’s tongue isn’t something to fuck around with. Like everything about him, it’s bigger than a human’s, bigger than Mikey’s, and stronger. More flexible, too, if the magnificent way it’s twisting and turning around inside him is anything to go by.
Mikey’s gasping, churring, moaning, nonsense spilling from his lips as he frantically humps Slash’s face. “Fuck,” he gasps. “Fucking hell, Slash, baby, big guy, shit!” And oh, Slash is churring as if he likes Mikey’s sounds, the noise shooting through his ass like some kind of fleshy vibrator.
He really fucking need to grab his dick, now hard between his trembling thighs, only Mikey’s fingers are locked up and he’s terrified of falling if he tries to touch himself. So Slash, wonderful Slash, does it for him, reaching up to delicately rub Mikey’s cock between two massive fingers while his other hand works busily between his own legs.
“So good for me,” Mikey gasps, because Slash needs to hear this. “Love you so fucking much, Slash, sweetie, you’re perfect.” Slash can’t answer, not exactly, but he can keep rumbling and churring, and Mikey knows exactly what’s trying to say.
Slash comes first, an exquisite swirl of white shooting into the air, and Mikey leans dangerously far out to get some of it on his face. It’s the warm, sweet-and-salty splash on his mouth, the taste and smell so purely Slash, that makes him, spilling over Slash’s chin and throat.
He rolls onto his hands and knees, huddled on Slash’s plastron and churring like a fucking maniac. Strong arms come up to wrap around him, and Mikey squeezes back as best he can. They rock each other through the aftershocks, drinking in the scent of shared pleasure.
“Are you okay?” Slash asks finally, a bit of nervousness creeping back into his voice.
“Better than all right, baby doll,” Mikey replies, hurriedly leaning up to kiss Slash’s worries away. He doesn’t want his big guy feeling ashamed of anything they do together, ever. “Let me tell you, your tongue game is radical.” Slash blushes yet again, but kisses back warmly.
Still, his eyes dart carefully over Mikey’s shoulders as they both settle back into the blanket nest. “I think the pigeons might have been...observing some of our activities,” he says, peering into the coop.
“Dude, that’s the best part,” Mikey says, grinning. “Now, why don’t you find something cool to read for me in that big sexy voice of yours?”