Leo looks gorgeous like this: strapped into place, bruised and bitten to hell and back, trembling gently, and with pretty white fluids glistening all over his thighs and tail or dripping from his spent little cock. There’s more around his mouth, mixed in with glossier, different-colored stuff; their female friends have been paying a visit, too. 
Usually so many sex-rich smells around his brother would make Raph jealous, but he’s been in a generous mood recently. Right now, he just feels a warm sense of pride in how well his brother has performed.  
Besides, he was in there with the rest, wreaking half of the damage. Now they’re all asleep in their beds, and it’s Raph’s special duty–his honor, even–to gather their evening’s steed up and put him away for the night. 
He slaps a cheerful hand right down on Leo’s ass, over a cluster of other prints from several other hands. Leo groans softly at the sound, his voice too hoarse for much more than that, his tail fluttering weakly. 
“Look at you,” Raph murmurs, dragging his hands over what he knows are overheated and aching scales, luxuriating into Leo’s attempts to writhe under his touch. “Such a good, cute little whore I’ve trained up.” 
Leo blushes, but doesn’t bother to deny it, even though his gag is out. Mikey must have left it in, Raph supposes, rolling his eyes and fitting the gag back into place. Even if Leo’s too tuckered out to speak right now, it’s bad discipline, gives him ideas about all the other things he could use his mouth for besides taking cock and pussy. 
Raph lifts his brother’s tail and nudges his cheeks apart, scanning the contents of his hole with a careful eye. “Damn, babe,” he muses. “You’re dripping back here.” Leo closes his eyes and bites his lip as if embarrassed–probably worried about the mess more than anything else, the little neat freak. Still, a pretty little face like his isn’t meant for such concerns. 
“Hey,” Raph says, leaning over his brother to place a soothing hand on Leo’s shoulder, rubbing over layers of teeth marks. “You did good, okay? You took really good care of everyone and we’re all so happy with you.” He drops a tender kiss on Leo’s cheek and Leo leans into the touch, eyes hooded, peace sliding back into place. Ready to rest, at last? 
Or is he? Raph glances over at his brother’s rear, contemplating, wondering…fuck it. “What do you say?” he says, keeping his tone easy and jovial, no pressure anywhere. “One more ride.” 
Leo’s eyes flicker open and he smiles up at Raph, looking for all the world like he’s about to enter the next round of a battle instead of coming off the tail end of hours as a communal fucktoy. His tail lifts, shaking off droplets in an unmistakable challenge. 
“Okay, then.” Raph moves back into place and sets his cock in his hand, pushing into Leo with a groan. He folds over his brother’s shell with a sigh–he’s up for one last fuck, yeah, but he’s still kind of tired. 
His hands slide across the bench until they meet Leo’s, still shackled firmly into place, but able to reach back. Leo gives him a sharp, tight squeeze and holds on, hands grounding Raph as they ride out the night together.