"Y-y'know," Leo forces out, tugging on the edges of his coat with shaking fingers. "At least, at least, at least they have a--a reason."
"Oh?" Raph asks, voice oh so warm in his ear. Leo resists the urge to lean back into that heat even farther than he already has.
"It's...it's a. A stupid. Reason." He'd like to pretend that all the little hitches and jerks in his voice are from chattering teeth, but the cadence doesn't quite fit and they both know it. "Spec--tacle. Dis, display. Being p-part of the, the show."
He lets his eyes drift over the massive crowds spilling through Times Square beneath their feet, eyes glinting as they all stare up at a single bright, hot ball of light in the heavens. Staring up at the light, which means they don't notice the turtles huddled in the shadows of the nearby rooftops, bodies wrapped around each other.
"And you," Raph huffs. "You think I don't, I don't like it? Huh, baby?" He's got his hands up under Leo's coat, dragging over his scales.
"You..." Leo grits his teeth, summoning every once of his rapidly disintegrating will. "You're just a nympho."
Raph responds with another brutal thrust, one that very nearly sends Leo crashing to the ground. He whines, voice joined out from the building roar of the crowd below, eyes fluttering in the flashing light from the screens.
"Takes one," Raph churrs, low and deep, and Leo answers with a fragile little squeak, "to know one." His hand slips down Leo's chest, pushing into his pants, and Leo groans.
"Asshole," he sputters. "F-fucking ass--"
He's caught off by a building roar of noise in the distant, even higher than the fever pitch the crowd has been at for the past hour. Raph twists to get a better look, heedless--or maybe all too aware--of the fact that Leo's still impaled on his dick. Leo groans, sagging, and Raph's nearly-bruising grip is the only thing keeping him upright at this point.
"Lookit that, Fearless," Raph purrs, lips scraping along his earslit with just a hint of teeth. "They're starting the countdown, ain't they?"
Yeah, Leo can feel the vibration of all those voices rattling up through his feet, humming through his bones. The voices rise and fall in time with the ringing in his ears, the pulse of blood in his veins.
A crazy part of Leo's brain whispers that they're chanting for him and Raph, that all those eyes are just about ready to turn on them. His cock dribbles precum at the thought, staining his good winter clothes and Raph's greedy hand.
"You wanna count for me, Fearless?" Raph breathes in his ear, and Leo's too overwhelmed to play at prudishness anymore. He nods, although he's shaking so hard he's not sure Raph can see.
"Ten..." The crowd drones.
"Ten," Leo rasps, or tries to, but Raph gives another vicious rush and his voice breaks off into a twisted little cry.
"Nine...."
"Nine." This time Leo's braced for the thrust, but the word still come out a strangled rasp. Raph laughs in his ear, deep and rich and perfectly terrible.
"Eight..."
"Ei--fuck!" The next thrust comes with a thumb running lightly along his cockhead, because Raph is nothing if not a little bastard.
"Seven..."
"Se-ven." His head is swimming, colors and lights flashing dazedly before his eyes. Raph's hands, Raph's voice, Raph's cock thrusting inside, feel like the only truly real things in the world right now.
"Six...."
"Six!" Raph yanks Leo all the way back on his cock for his one, dragging him up on his toes. Leo sways, heaving for breath he can't find.
"Five...."
"F-fuck-five." When Raph thrusts from this angle, Leo swears he can feel it in his stomach. He no longer remembers where he ends and his brother begins.
"Four..."
"F-f-four." Raph gets him with two quick thrusts this time, jerking Leo back and forth.
"Three...."
"Nnnh, th-three." His brother's hands tangle in his mask tails and yanks Leo's head back; he can see the quiet hum of stars, high above all the noise and light pollution. Is that why Leo feels like he's flying?
"Two..."
"Two-mph!" Raph's twisting his head around, pressing their lips together. His mouth tastes of beer, smoke, and what Leo imagines when he pictures holding the night sky in his mouth.
"One..."
"One," Leo breathes into his brother's mouth, and Raph swallows the word down as if it's the most precious thing in the world. He thrusts hard enough to nearly send them before flying and gives Leo's cock one final squeeze.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Or, that's why Leo thinks the crowds say. He can't really hear them over the sound of himself squeaking and screaming and wailing and cumming, sperm washing down his legs in spurt after spurt. Raph rasps Leo's name and then he's cumming, too, shaking them both through orgasm like an earthquake.
At some point, Leo supposes, the ball drops. He wouldn't know; the shine of Raph's eyes drowns everything else out.
Eventually, they sink down to the ground, holding each other tight as the last of the shivers fade. Raph lets out a deep, happy sigh, and Leo nuzzles up into his warmth, lets it hold him close and safe.
"How's that for a ball drop, huh?" Raph mutters in his earslit.
Leo rolls his eyes. "Don't make me push you off the roof."
Raph huffs a low laugh. "I love ya, Leo."
"Yeah." Leo straightens up and tugs his brother into another kiss, slow and soft. "I love you, too."