They couldn’t decide whether they wanted blue or red, so they got both, with pink frills and black lace mixed in for good measure. Neither is entirely sure where Mikey gets all of his underwear, but he’s a good dealer and he’s never steered them wrong. 
Take the silky crimson number Leo’s wearing tonight, glinting cheekily against his delicate green skin. He’s got his head between Raph’s legs, but they’re both on the bed, so Leo has to lean over just enough to stick his ass in the air a little, giving Raph a good look at those panties. 
Leo licks his cock just so, tongue wriggling with the confidence of someone who knows his job and does it well, and Raph lets out a warbling churr, hips pumping out. That means Leo has to shift his position, ass wriggling slightly like it’s being deliberately waved. 
Fuck, Raph can’t just watch anymore. He gives Leo a soft shove and his brother obediently slides off him, licking precum off his lips. “Turn around,” he barks, voice quavering just a little, and Leo smirks that cheekily little smirk of his that he thinks Raph can’t see. Raph’s instinct is to spank him raw for the insolence, but he decides to table it for later instead. 
Speaking of spanking, the panties make Leo’s ass look redder than it’s ever been as he turns it in Raph’s direction. Raph would have farted in his position, but Leo’s under the impression he has more class, so he just keeps his pretty rear turned in Raph’s direction, waiting. 
Raph takes a moment to savor his sight, gently rubbing his fingers over crisp red silk. The elegant ripple of Leo’s cute little hips is highlighted here, as are the twin curves of his ass cheeks. He sucks in a little breath as Raph rubs his hand over the underwear, testing it, playing with it, but doesn’t move. 
“Lookit that,” Raph murmurs, unable to keep a note of wonder out of his voice as he pinches a bit of underwear between two fingers. “Like something out of a dream.” He’s half-speaking to himself, but Leo still hears enough to duck his head, embarrassed. 
Well, that won’t do, and Raph is seized with a sudden, not unfamiliar urge to fuck the shame right out of him. He seizes Leo’s panties and yanks them down around his thighs, bunched up enough that Leo can’t move without risk of tearing them–and he won’t, he’s way too cautious about expenses and shit. He growls, but holds still, nice and good and trapped. 
Raph takes his time fingering Leo open, savoring the way his brother shifts and wriggles around, needier than the whore he’s dressed up as. Once Leo tries for a gruff little “Get on with it,” but Raph shuts that down with a quick, sharp tug to the tail and gets back to work, savoring the way his brother hisses and writhes around his fingers. 
But fingering isn’t enough for him, not when he needs to really feel that tight, desperate heat. So, Raph does just that, gathering Leo’s panties like reins into one hand and nudging those perfect cheeks open with the other, stretching the cloth to the breaking point as he forces his way inside. He yanks, and Leo slides back onto his cock just as Raph gives a vicious little thrust, which is rewarded with another squeal. 
The panties are just high enough to keep brushing Leo’s needy little cock, tormented by the silky smoothness. Raph yanks the cloth up and down, back and forth, just so that he can feel Leo writhe and curse that little bit more--God, he loves it when Leo curses. 
Then his brother gasps out "Raph," his hips juddering frantically, like Raph can't already pick up on the changing smell in the air. He yanks the panties all the way down, dragging them roughly over his brother's thighs, getting them out of the blast zone in time for Leo to come apart with a glorious whimper. 
Raph fucks him the rest of the way through it before collapsing over Leo's shell with a groan, warmth dripping down by their thighs. The world around him blurs into a candy-coated swirl of red and white, so lovely it almost takes the last of his breath away.&l