The blindfold is snug against his face, the delicate lace pattern pressed against his scales. He should be able to see through it, but it’s been folded in such a way that his vision is full of darkness. Not to worry, though—he’s ninja, after all, he can tell exactly what’s going around him through his other senses.
A hand lands on his thigh and Leo jumps, letting out an inelegant squeak. Soft titters rise from the shadows around him, the voices of his brothers blurring into a merry chorus.
Well, he can usually tell what’s going on around him. It’s a little hard to keep his thoughts straight right now.
A body settles onto the mattress besides him, the hand on his thigh brushing over his tail. Leo chokes down a whimper as callused fingers slide over his tail, unable to keep it from twitching at the contact. The plug inside him shifts wickedly about at the movement, and Leo’s breath hitches.
“Well, lookit that,” Ralph purrs in his earslit, breath impossibly warm. “We’ve barely even started and yer already excited.” His fingers push together in a viciously little pinch and Leo yelps, hands flexing in their restraints.
“Ralph, leave him alone,” Donnie says, not sounding torn up about it. Leo can feel him at the foot of the bed, fiddling with the restraints on Leo’s spread legs. He must be able to see exactly what Raph is doing; maybe he can even make out the bulge of the plug. Leo’s face flushes at the thought.
“Yeah,” Mikey chimes in. “We don’t want Fearless to blow his load before the main event. He’s...sensitive, dontcha know.”
“How original,” Leo mutters dryly. The last syllable is barely out of his mouth before it’s replaced by the unmistakable curve of a ring gag digging into his tongue, straps digging into his cheeks and snapping into place behind his head. Shit. He knew he shouldn’t have taken the bait.
“Temper, temper,” Mikey chides, shaking Leo’s head back and forth. “Sounds to me like somebody’s overdue for a spanking.”
Leo quivers at that, because Mikey’s right. It has been too long since he was thrown unceremoniously over somebody’s lap and smacked until he was red, raw, and trembling with need. The very image is almost enough to make him whimper, but he maintains manly self-control.
“How do you like the sound of that, baby?” Mikey croons, voice going far too soft the way it does at the worst moments, his hand stroking Leo’s cheek. As it turns out, manly self-control isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
“Maybe later,” Donnie says, giving a final tug on the restraints that spreads Leo’s legs just that little bit wider. “We’re ready now.”
“Dibs on his mouth,” Mikey says immediately. Ralph’s hand moves away, and Leo can feel his little brother shuffling around, preparing to straddle his chest. A warm weight brushes his face, and nostrils flare at the smell of unsheathed cock, his own stirring between his legs at the scent.
“I want the ass,” Raph says, giving Leo’s a smack that makes him jump in his bonds.
Donnie sighs. “So, I suppose I’ll be releasing into the void again?”
“I didn’t say dat,” Raph says. “We’ve taken Fearless for enough rides; I think he could take all three of us if he wanted.”
A pause. “Could he?” Donnie asks carefully. Leo can tell they’re all looking at him, waiting to see if he’ll start snapping his fingers in denial or for a way out.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he closes his eyes and lets the desire, the trust, flow over him. Lets his tail roll down, exposing his greedy little hole.
“Yeah,” Raph says, voice going low as his powerful, but gentle fingers slowly tug out the plug and stretch Leo’s rim, opening him up all the way. Leo lets out a muffled moan, eyes fluttering behind the blindfold. “Yeah, I think he can do it.”
More moving around, but Leo can’t really keep track of that now that Mikey’s cock is nudging at his lips, slipping through the ring gag to fill Leo’s mouth.
“Here comes the airplane…” Mikey sings, and Leo would roll his eyes, but Mikey’s cock is so warm and sweet and wonderful, and even better accompanied by the unmistakable feel of Raph pushing into his other hole.
He wants to suck as hard as he can, wants to grind down on Ralph’s dick, but he doesn’t want to prove Mikey right and he doesn’t want this to end any time soon. So, he contents himself with little laps and wriggles, letting them gently rock him back and forth.
His cock slips free, and the others coo at the sight, admiring it, admiring him. No one’s touching it yet, but the way they’re positioned it rubs against Raph’s plastron with every rock of his hips, and the feeling is enough to summon Leo’s first churr of the evening. They churr back, the sounds settling around him like a warm blanket.
Then there’s a finger pushing inside him, long and unmistakably careful. He sucks in a sharp gasp, and so does Raph, breath caught by the finger pressing against his cock.
Donnie cautiously toys with his hoke and Leo wills himself to relax even more than he already is. It’s hard, what with the excitement thrumming through his veins and the way his cock has started to swell.
Donnie adds another finger, and a third. Leo sighs at the touch, squirming in frustration as they all seem determined to take it so damn slow.
When Donnie pushes his cock in besides Raph’s, it feels like a benediction. It feels like Leo’s been empty his whole life and only now does he know what it means to be truly, perfectly full.
He passes beyond excitement, then, into a buzzing haze of pure desperation. He squirms and moans and wiggles and sucks, desperately reaching up to them, begging for whatever they’ll give.
“That’s a good boy” someone teases, impossible to tell who amidst all the heat and rippling flesh. “Good little slut.”
Yes, he’s a good little slut. Their good little slut, forever and ever, and there is nothing in this world or any other that can change that.
The pace picks up, finally, three cocks slamming into him at different angles. Leo’s so hard he’s practically sobbing through the gag, pathetically taking on his restraints in his desperation to reach up and touch them.
Leo says I love you with the desperate clutch of his body, with eyes rolling behind the blindfold, with pathetic little noises that have been stripped of all dignity. He knows it all speaks louder than words ever could.
And they say it back when they climax on by one, dribbling down his throat or filling his ass, the wet heat trickling down his thighs. He absorbs as much of it as he can, trying to keep as much of them safe inside him as possible.
There are tears in his eyes and cocks softening inside him when their cruel, wonderful hands come down to touch him at last. Leo comes apart until he swears he can feel light slipping through his cracks, making his blood dance and setting his heart alight.