Leonardo panted, keeping his stance low and ready to deflect a possible attack. The match had gone on for a long time now, and Leonardo was feeling his energy start to leave him. Licking his lips, he glanced over at his younger sibling. 
Raphael was not much better off, his skin shiny with sweat and his breaths coming just as fast. When their eyes met, however, something clicked. Raphael gave a quick nod, twirling his index finger once, and Leonardo understood. 
It was all the time they had, before their master became suspicious of their voiceless communication. With a sharp twist, Splinter surged forward, using his tail like a whip aimed at his eldest son’s ankles. Jumping just in time, Leonardo managed to avoid the long appendage and the sharp pain he was all too familiar with. He flipped in the air gracefully and landed in a roll, smoothly bouncing back onto his feet to circle his master. 
Though he did not show it, the tall rat was impressed by the skillful evasion, making a mental note to voice his satisfaction with Leonardo’s display of skill today. 
Splinter charged after Leonardo, wanting to bring their match to an end. He could feel exhaustion creeping into his bones as well, and knew they all were reaching their limits. 
During all of this, Raphael kept his distance, circling his brother and father as they fought, and though Splinter moved to attack him as well, Leonardo, once more, did a very good job at keeping him at bay. 
Panting, Leonardo gave a short nod, and instinctively, Splinter felt the fur on his neck bristle, fully aware that his sons would counter with a choreographed attack. 
Whatever the tall master had been expecting, however, was nothing like what was coming his way. 
Raphael, in all his solid, iron-strength glory, dropped every bit of finesse and technique he had been taught, to use his body as a battering ram. And it had quite the effect. 
Unlike the elegant, flexible form of Splinter’s soft body, Raphael was hard and unyielding, protected by carapace and tough skin, and with the eldest brother flanking him, Splinter had nowhere to escape. 
With a harsh thud, they collided, hard carapace knocking the air right out of Splinter’s lungs. He found himself flying, two heavy bodies now on him. 
Nimble, precise fingers jabbed into Splinter’s neck and torso, hitting pressure points with deadly accuracy. 
Splinter blinked against the dizzying spots that still filled his vision from his crash into the floor, trying to move but finding his arms as useless as overcooked pasta. Raphael used his weight and strength to keep his legs immobile and forced flat on the floor, while Leonardo wrapped his hand around the rat’s neck, thumb hovering threateningly over the little dip at this throat. 
Silence stretched between them for a few moments, only interrupted by their harsh breathing, before Leonardo finally spoke. “Do you surrender?”
Staring into stormy-blue eyes, Splinter considered his situation. Even though he still had some range of motion with his tail and chest, his arms were tingling and heavy with the hits to his nerves, Raphael’s weight on his legs was cutting off circulation and there was no way he could buck either of the brothers off of him. 
So, with a heavy sigh of defeat, the tall rat nodded minutely. “I yield. You won, my sons.”
As soon as those words were out, there was a collective breath of relief and both brothers collapsed onto the padded floor. 
“Thank god, I was about to drop.” Raphael panted, resting on all fours to catch his breath. Leonardo wasn’t much better off, lying on his carapace to allow his body to work through the cool-down. “I’m going to feel that, tomorrow.” He groaned, though his expression spoke of his pride in victory. 
Once they had caught their breath, all three rose back to their feet, bowing respectfully to each other. Splinter smiled at his sons, giving a nod towards the sliding doors. “We should head to the showers to clean ourselves.” He said, and had to chuckle when Raphael all but jogged over to the bathroom to get the hot water started. 
“Sensei, about the training-” Leonardo started, but stopped when his taller master raised a hand. 
“We can speak about how today went, after we clean ourselves. And after you and your brother receive your well-earned reward.”
Warmth spread through Leonardo’s middle at those words, and his heart, which had just calmed down after the exercise, began to pump faster in excitement once more. The reward for their victory was their master’s full compliance in the bedroom for the night. 
While the intimacy with their master was never one-sided, and Splinter took as well as he gave, the position of control and respect always belonged to him. 
This time around, however, Raphael and Leonardo had earned the right to reverse the pattern. Tonight, it would be them in control, and their master would willingly submit to whatever they wanted him to do. 
Leonardo took a calming breath, before the excitement could get the better of him. As tempting as it was to go wild, it was still about respecting each other during their intimacy. 
Shaking the thoughts away for now, Leonardo smiled when he entered the bathroom, warm steam already filling the room. 
Raphael had already started the shower, his gear thrown haphazardly into a corner. “Raph, you know you’ll have to clean that later, right?” Leonardo called.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m on laundry duty anyway, so just throw your stuff on there, I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” 
Deeming it unworthy of conflict, Leonardo let the untidy behavior slide, pulling off his protective gear and bandages, rolling them up before placing them onto the chair in the corner. Turning back towards their master, the eldest brother moved to help remove the maroon kimono. The fabric felt smooth and heavy in his hand, and Leonardo breathed in the heady scent that was uniquely their master. 
Before he had any chance to indulge himself further, he was splashed with a few droplets of warm water. “Hey, earth to Leo. C’mon over here.You, too, Sensei. Or there won’t be any warm water left.”
The tall rat chuckled. “Always so impatient…” Unwrapping his wrist bandages, Splinter watched his sons step under the hot water spray. Both of them seemed completely at peace in this moment, soaking up the extra heat their bodies craved. 
Unlike himself, they were dependent on external heat sources, even though they had just worked out so hard. He could not blame them, a hot shower was heavenly, no matter what. And if it put both his sons so at ease, who was he to complain. 
Raphael gave a long sigh, and Splinter took it as his cue to move closer and join them in the shower stall. Without having to be asked, he reached for the shower gel and poured some into his palm. While Leonardo was still simply letting the water run over his face and body, Splinter moved to lather up the soap and spread it over Raphael’s tense shoulders. Always so tense. 
“Relax, my son.” Splinter said, starting to rub the thick muscles of Raphael’s neck and shoulders. “Hold still, Raphael.” He murmured, cupping his son’s jaw with both hands. With a quick, precise little tug, there was a series of loud popping noises from Raphael’s spine and neck, and he gave a startled, but relieved groan.
“Oh fuck… oh god, that’s good…” Raphael felt his entire body let go of the tension he’d been holding unconsciously, and Leonardo couldn’t help a little chuckle. 
“Needed that, huh?”
“Hell yeah…”
Splinter smiled to himself. “You would not be this tense if you’d join us for meditation more often.” 
“Maybe I’m just hoping for a massage every now and then.” Raphael grinned, almost winking, and gave another little groan when Splinter’s long, powerful fingers dug into his neck, working on the tight knots he found. 
Leonardo, in the meantime, picked up the bath brush, squirting some soap onto it, before starting to wash himself. 
Despite the massage, the shower didn’t last all too long, and once the water started to become cold, they switched it off. 
Raphael picked up a towel, drying himself quickly, before moving to his brother to do the same. 
“Allow me.” Splinter said, taking the towel from his hands, to move and start towelling off his eldest son. He took great care to dab up all the moisture from the thin lines and nooks in Leonardo’s shell, which had the desired effect. Leonardo hummed in pleasure, letting the pampering happen without the usual protests. 
Unlike the eldest, Raphael wasn’t as patient. He would have loved getting his back dried that way, with slow, loving caresses and the tender care only a father could show, but he was too anxious to move things to a different location. 
Splinter chuckled, watching him out of the corner of his eyes. “How about you go ahead and prepare your room? We will be there shortly.”
“My room?” 
Leonardo laughed. “You didn’t clean, did you? We can go to m-”
“No! Fu- Frick you! We’re going to my room.” Raphael snapped, just barely catching the cuss before it left his mouth. “We almost never go to my room.”
“Because it’s a mess.” Leonardo teased, though a little nudge from Splinter made him fall quiet again. 
“I will admit your room could use some work…” The tall rat smiled. “But it won’t be our concern just now.” Waving Raphael closer, Splinter pulled him in for a kiss, meant both to placate and excite. Tongues slid against each other, and when a long-fingered hand slipped lower to cup his ass, Raphael gave a needy little groan. 
“Go ahead, we will join you shortly.” Splinter squeezed the full mound in his hand, his claws just lightly dragging along smooth skin. 
Shuddering, Raphael gave a quick nod, shuffling out of the bathroom to make a beeline to his room. 
Left behind, Leonardo chuckled quietly. “He’ll either use the time to do a really quick clean-up, or he will really just make a path to his bed and call it a day.”
“I suppose we will have to see. Either way, we should not let him wait too long. He earned this just as much as you did.” Nuzzling his son’s smooth neck, Splinter bit softly into the warm skin, nipping just beneath the jawbone and teasing a breathy sigh from Leonardo. 
“I think you are dry enough now. Let us join your brother. He’s waiting for us and your reward.”
Admittedly with a little regret, Leonardo nodded, pulling away from the warm touch. “Yes… Raph can be a real pain when he’s impatient. And he does deserve his share. Without him, the maneuver wouldn’t have worked.”
Splinter smiled, hanging up their towels to dry, before he stepped out of the bathroom and into the cool air of the lair. Shivering, he let Leonardo take his hand and lead him over to Raphael’s room. Even with his warm-blooded body, the moisture left in his fur made the chilly air feel uncomfortable. 
Still, Splinter knew it wouldn’t last long. He could expect things to become very warm and very cozy very soon.
Upon entering Raphael’s room, it seemed like Leonardo’s predictions about the state of his brother’s room were correct. It was in a state of disarray, items and magazines were littering the floor, the metal bars and weights of his workout bench haphazardly piled next to it, and Splinter made a mental note to have a serious talk about tripping hazards in one’s room with his second-eldest at some point. 
However, it could wait. 
The sight that met the pair was truly worth overlooking the chaos around them. 
Raphael was already sprawled on his mattress, legs spread lazily and, with a smug grin, he slowly worked his hand over his impressive erection. 
“Took you two long enough… I was getting worried I’d have to play by myself.”
“You really think I’d let you down like that?” Leonardo grinned, letting his eyes glide over his brother’s prone body, lingering over where thick, pink flesh glistened as it appeared and disappeared into Raphael’s tight fist. 
Splinter, in the meantime, walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, next to Raphael. “Impatient as ever, aren’t you?”
“Mhm… I couldn’t wait. But I’m happy to get some help here…” Raphael sighed, pulling his hand away and spreading his legs a little further invitingly. 
There was no hesitation from the tall rat, as he bent down to flick his tongue over the very tip of Raphael’s cock. Another few, tiny licks, and Splinter’s mouth opened wide, to swallow the thick flesh down.
The noise bubbling from his brother’s chest finally had Leonardo moving as well. He wasn’t yet sure what and how exactly he wanted this to happen, but he knew, very well, that he needed something. And he needed it now. 
Since Splinter was busy with Raphael’s cock, Leonardo shuffled up to busy himself with his mouth. 
The kiss was heated, mouths parting against each other, and both brothers moaned into the contact. Suckling on that plush, bottom lip, Leonardo bit down, just enough to deliver a small shock of pain, to go along with the pleasure of the contact. 
“Fuck-... fuck, Leo… Sensei…” 
Splinter pulled up, dark eyes moving to regard Raphael. “I think we need to talk about your language.”
Whining in protest at losing the contact of Splinter’s hot mouth, Raph propped himself up on his elbows. “No fair… C’mon, I’m in pain here.” 
“Well, I know a way to deal with that complaining.” Leonardo leaned in for another kiss, before he pushed his brother back down, climbing on top of him. “Open up, Raphie…”
“Ugh, you suck.”
“No, actually, I was hoping-”
“Leo, I swear, if you finish that sentence, I’ll bite your dick right off.”
There was a barely contained snort from their father, and the amusement quickly had them both chuckling as well. 
“C’mere, you damn dork.” Raphael huffed, moving his hands to hold on to Leonardo’s hips, guiding him forward so he could nuzzle at his brother’s bulging crotch. Deeply inhaling the heady scent, Raphael groaned and pressed his tongue to the parting slit in his plastron. 
It didn’t take much teasing for Leonardo’s erection to tumble free, sliding eagerly against Raphael’s pouty lips and warm cheek. Exhaling sharply, Leonardo rocked his hips forward, trying to position himself to thrust into that promising heat, but Raphael held him in place. “Easy there, Leo… I had to take it slow, so, so do you.” He grinned, pressing a small, lingering kiss to his tip. “Though, you do look like you are about to pop. Needy?”
“Yeah…” Leonardo said, not even pretending it wasn’t the case. “I’ve been worked up for too long.”
“Maybe you should jerk off more. Might help with that uptight attitude.” The younger of the two grinned, though he took pity and wrapped his mouth around the tip of his erection. 
As if in reward, Splinter bent down again as well, swallowing his son’s erection once more. Raphael shuddered, fingers digging harder into his brother’s hips. It took him a moment to relax his throat and tongue enough to let Leonardo take over, breathing through his nose as the heavy flesh was pushed further down into his mouth. 
For a few, long minutes, all that was heard was Leonardo’s laboured breaths and wet, slurping noises. 
Eventually, though, Raph pulled away, awkwardly shoving at Splinter’s head. “H-Hold on-.... nmh… can’t-...”
Splinter relented, lifting his head and taking a few deep breaths to calm himself as well. 
They all took a moment to catch their breaths, looking at each other. Splinter knew, he was not going to make any calls tonight. His sons earned that privilege by beating him, and though he was very tempted to put a hand to his own, pulsing erection, he simply kneeled on the bed and waited until the siblings made up their mind. 
Leonardo and Raphael exchanged a long look, communicating without words, and that alone made Splinter’s smile widen in pride. Despite all their clashes and disagreements, they still shared a bond and they still worked together when there was something at stake. 
In this case, it was their reward, which they obviously planned to take full advantage of. 
Eventually, Raph gave a soft sigh and a nod, leaning back against the headboard of the bed, a silent sign he was allowing Leonardo to take the lead for now. 
“I want his mouth back on my cock.” He said, stretching luxuriously and letting his legs fall open lewdly. 
“Of course. Sens- Splinter. Get on all fours, facing Raph.” Leonardo said, quickly dropping the respectful title in favor of using the rat’s name. It was part of setting up all of their positions in this. Splinter smiled quietly and did what he was told. He was not the master here. Not today. 
Slowly, and making sure to make a show of it, Splinter shifted his tall body to support himself on the bed on hands and knees, back arched so his ass was up high and presented nicely. 
Leonardo gave an approving little noise in the back of his throat, reaching out to trace one, broad hand along the curve of Splinter’s spine, following it down to the firm mounds of his rear. Unable to help himself, Leonardo squeezed at firm flesh beneath soft fur, humming at the feel. “Yes, this will do nicely. I want you to stay in this exact position.”
“Yes, of course.” Splinter smiled, locking eyes with Raphael. The younger of his two sons huffed out his impatience, but didn’t budge. 
“Fuck, Leo, I hope you’re hurrying up.”
“Language, Raphael.” Splinter said, though a jolt of pain made his mouth snap shut in surprise. 
“Let him curse, if he wants to. We’re not playing under your rules, but under our own. And if Raph wants to run his filthy mouth, he’ll run it.” Leonardo said, running his palm over the offended area where he’d delivered a firm smack to Splinter’s ass. 
Raphael gave a surprised, but definitely pleased chuckle. “Fuck, you’re really gonna be like that, huh?” Green eyes met Splinter’s with an amused look. “He’s really scary when he’s in that mood. But sexy, too. Just like he thinks me running my filthy mouth is a turn-on, too. Ain’t that right, Leo?” Looking up, Raphael grinned at his brother. 
“Me running my fucking mouth a mile a minute gets you fucking bothered. Makes you wanna bend me over backwards right then and there. Or… in this case, it makes you wanna fuck our daddy real bad.”
The growl that left Leonardo’s throat was confirmation enough and even Splinter felt an excited little thrill run through him. The thought if his perfect, good son, his eldest and most obedient pupil becoming so heated he forgot about their conventions and turned into the master made his insides turn into liquid heat. 
“Shut up, Raph, or I’m gonna fuck you instead! Lube!” Leonardo growled, which had Raphael laugh heartily. 
Reaching over to the side, he rummaged in his drawer for a moment, before finding the bottle he was looking for. 
Taking it, Leonardo handed it to Splinter instead. “Here. Prepare yourself. I want to watch, so go slow.”
“What about me? I don’t wanna go slow.”
“You don’t want it to end right now, either, do you?”
Raphael groaned, but settled back down. “No…”
When Splinter moved to sit up to comply, Leonardo added another quick, sharp slap to his ass. “No, stay down. You can do it like that. Keep your ass in the air.”
“Yes, Leonardo.” Splinter said, licking his lips at the lingering burn where Leonardo’s broad hand had made contact. His thick fur provided some protection against the sting, but with the sheer size and strength behind those hands, it wasn’t much. 
Still, it served its purpose, and Splinter moved back down with a small grunt, fumbling with the bottle cap with one hand. He managed to get it open and squeeze some of the slick substance onto his fingers. 
Balancing on one arm, the tall rat reached down between his legs, sliding his long fingers against his balls as he did, before spreading the lube over his tight entrance. 
“Put two fingers in. Nice and slow.” Leonardo instructed, watching with hooded eyes as his father did what he said. 
With an open moan, Splinter pushed two fingers into himself, bearing down to make it easier to slide them inside in one go. 
“Fuck… Fuck, Leo, the face he’s making…” Raphael moaned, reaching down to start masturbating to the sight. 
“Leave that, Raph, you don’t want to miss the fun…” Leonardo said, only half paying attention. 
Distantly, Splinter wondered what else his son had in mind, though, right now, it didn’t much matter to him, as he was treated to the sight and scent of Raphael’s arousal right in front of his face, added to the feel of his own fingers slowly thrusting in and out of his entrance. 
“Faster.” Came Leonardo’s next command, before the eldest brother moved to crawl next to Raphael, leaning in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss. 
Now, both brothers watched their master fuck himself on his fingers, panting quietly, while his neglected erection bounced with each push and pull of his wrist. 
“You’re right… this sight is quite something.” Leonardo grinned, reaching out to touch his hand under Splinter’s chin. He tilted his head up, so he could better see his expression. “Very nice… Though I think he can do a little more for us, don’t you, Raphie?”
“Huh?” Came the reply, obviously already lost in his pleasure once more. Leonardo rolled his eyes in amusement as Raphael caught on. “Oh, oh, yeah… yeah… I think I have a very good idea of what I’d like right now.” 
With a bit of struggling, Raphael shifted around until he was standing on his knees in front of Splinter. This time, it was Leonardo who had to catch on, and once he did, he sprang up to kneel next to his brother, cupping Splinter’s jaw. 
“I think you know what to do.” He simply said, and the tall rat nodded. 
“Yes.” 
With a breathy moan, Splinter leaned forward, opening his mouth wide to wrap his lips around Leonardo’s heated erection. It was a bit of a balancing act, but he managed to wrap his free hand around Raphael’s cock, working both at the same time. 
Splinter moaned low in his throat, the added stimulus of his son’s heavy taste and scent filling his senses, and without him even noticing, he thrust his fingers into himself even faster. He tried angling them enough to reach his prostate, but with his awkward position he didn’t quite manage it. 
His eyes were heavy when he opened them, but he wanted to see, to watch his sons lost in their own pleasure. 
He wasn’t disappointed. 
Raphael was fully enjoying himself, eyes closed over burning cheeks, mouth parted and panting as he bucked into Splinter’s hand in an unsteady rhythm. “Fuck… fuck yeah.. yeah…” He chanted under his breath.
Leonardo was quieter, more under control, but he, too, was getting overwhelmed by pleasure. Leaf-green cheeks had darkened, his pupils blown wide as he watched his master bow down on his knees, serving him and fully subservient. 
It gave him a power rush like nothing else, and with a small little growl, he cupped the back of Splinter’s head. 
Before he even knew what was going on, Splinter found himself pulled forward, hot flesh thrusting into his mouth in hard, deep thrusts. His first instinct was to pull back, but Leonardo held him in place, not showing any signs he was going to slow down. 
To avoid choking or panicking, Splinter relaxed his throat and jaw, shifting just enough to allow Leonardo to thrust himself fully down his throat. 
Like this, it was only a matter of minutes, before Leonardo tensed, his thighs quaking as his orgasm pulsed through him. The first spurt of seed was swallowed down greedily, and Splinter was fully expecting the rest of it as well, but Leonardo pulled away, jerking himself off over his master’s face. 
Before he had a chance to catch his breath or wipe sticky seed off his nose, Splinter felt Raphael grab hold of his head. 
Without resisting, the tall rat opened his mouth again, letting Raphael use his mouth roughly. His cock was thicker, though not quite as long, and it made it a little easier to handle. Sucking on that fat length, Splinter gave little, muffled moans, his own erection dripping precome onto the sheets below. 
Since Leonardo was already recovering, he watched the pair, noting how Splinter was getting close right along with Raphael. 
“Remember… you can’t come until one of us says so.” He whispered into Splinter’s ear, making him give a muffled groan. Still, Splinter nodded, letting his tongue tease along the very tip of Raphael’s weeping cock. 
“I- I ain’t saying it.” Raphael panted, starting to buck into Splinter’s mouth in earnest, seeking his own release now. With a rumbling growl, he pulled his master close, spilling his seed deep into his throat. 
As soon as he was released, Splinter gasped and coughed, struggling to swallow everything. 
“Oh fuck yeah…” Raph groaned, sitting down to catch his breath, caressing his spent, softening member. 
“My sons…” Splinter was struggling now. No matter how much he’d honed his self-control and discipline, the deep, pulsing ache and need was growing impossible to ignore. He needed release, and he needed it soon. 
“You can remove your fingers now. But keep them away from your cock.” Leonardo said, smiling in satisfaction at his master’s reaction to his unusually dirty language.
It was only a partial relief when he pulled out his fingers, but Splinter used the moment to catch his breath and try to calm himself. With the back of his hand, he wiped the residual seed off his face, licking it off his skin to clean it. 
Looking back up, he found his eldest sons deeply engaged in a passionate kiss, and it only rekindled the flame in his core. 
Leonardo pulled back only after several more minutes, leaving Raphael gasping and half-hard once again. He grinned back at Splinter, “You want to please him, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do. Very much.”
“Ask for it. Ask him to allow you to pleasure him.” Leonardo nearly purred, drawing his fingertips along his brother’s strong, quivering thighs. 
Raphael licked his lips, parting his thighs wider with a smirk. “You want this? Want my cock back in your mouth? Or, even more than that?”
“Yes, yes I do. Please, Raphael, allow me to-...” He struggled a little, finding it difficult to voice his request in such a way. “To suck your cock.”
“Oh fuck, that’s hot… say it again.” Raphael groaned, his half-hard erection twitching and filling up more. “Didn’t know you were even able to say dirty words.”
Splinter felt his face heat under his soft fur, before he closed his eyes, embarrassment creeping through him. “I would like to suck your cock, Raphael.” Because, if he was honest, it was exactly what he wanted to do right now. 
Pleased and with a somewhat flattered expression, Raphael shuffled forward, spreading his legs wide so Splinter had all the room he needed. 
Looking up at his eldest, the tall rat waited for Leonardo to nod, before leaning in, nuzzling and licking at thick, musky flesh once again. 
Leonardo watched for a little while, just relishing in the sights and sounds coming from his father and brother. However, after a while, his own arousal started to build back up, and he let his eyes wander, following Splinter’s muzzle, the sharp curve of his neck and shoulders, down his spine to the upturned ass, tail swishing distractedly back and forth. 
Shivering in anticipation, Leonardo moved on his knees until he was behind his father, running his hands down over the tight rear, warm fur over well-defined thigh muscles and slowly back up, ruffling the fur, which caused Splinter to moan against Raphael’s hip, resting his forehead against his son’s plastron. “Leonardo…”
“Hush…” Leonardo said, unable to resist smacking his palm once more against his father’s ass. The reaction that teased out of him was too delicious. The jerk and grunt, quickly followed by a low groan made his own insides turn liquid. A rush of power and superiority took him, and for once, Leonardo gave in. 
Shifting his stance slightly, he drew back his hand, swinging it down to deliver another smack. 
When Splinter arched, consciously or not exposing his rear even more to the treatment, the eldest brother gave a small hiss. He started a rhythm of spanks, watching the slight bounce of his father’s ass with each impact. 
The rough treatment had effects on all three of them. Splinter kept his face buried in the nook of Raphael’s thigh, yelping or gasping with the slaps, while Raphael watched, eyes glowing and lips parted as he panted. Even though he didn’t receive any attention, the sheer fact that he was watching his father receive a spanking from his brother made him shiver and shift on his spot. That truly was a sight to behold. 
Leonardo himself was having a power rush that went straight to his own cock. Landing a couple harder smacks, he grabbed Splinter’s hips, squeezing hot flesh and pushing him forward a little. 
Without questioning his urge, he bent down, pressing his mouth right between those abused cheeks, licking a broad stripe across the puckered opening there. 
Splinter outright yelped at that, jumping and, in turn, grabbing tight hold of Raphael’s waist. “Ahh! L-Leonardo!” He called out, his whole body spasming in reflex. “Please!”
Repeating the move, Leonardo licked along the twitching muscle, teasing at it with the very tip of his tongue. Then, his tongue pushed forward, digging, and Leonardo groaned at the taste and the sounds his father made. 
Not giving Splinter any chance to catch his breath or regain control, the eldest brother worked his tongue back and forth, nudging and twirling it against the spasming muscle in a quickening pace. 
One hand moved down, wrapping strong fingers around Splinter’s weeping cock, and at the first squeeze he gave, Splinter wailed, jerking, and so, so close to coming. 
Leonardo wouldn’t let him, however. With deadly precision, he tightened his fingers, acting like a cock ring, to prevent the tall rat from reaching his orgasm just yet. 
While Leonardo was busy driving their master to the brink of tears with his teasing, Raphael was starting to feel neglected. 
“Hey now…” He said, cupping the back of Splinter’s head to guide him back between his legs. “Don’t get lazy… you asked for this, so you gotta finish it, too.”
Since it was the only little bit of control he had left, Splinter nearly threw himself back onto Raphael’s erection, swallowing it down and bobbing his head in much the same rhythm with which Leonardo was working between his own legs. 
Pain and pleasure mingled, his sore rear throbbing in time with the beat of his pulse in his neglected cock, and Splinter was sure he was going to burst any minute now. 
That insistent little tongue pushed in deeper, before pulling away to make room for one, thick finger. 
Leonardo didn’t waste much time for preparation, his own endurance at its end. A few, deep jabs, opening the slick muscles just a little more, and he pulled his hand away. 
“Brace yourself. I’m gonna fuck you, and I’m going to fuck you hard.” Leonardo breathed, positioning himself behind his father. Since the tall rat’s mouth was more than busy, all Leonardo received as an answer was the way Splinter’s tail moving up and out of the way invitingly.
It was as much as Leonardo could take. 
With a hungry growl, he surged forward, thrusting into his father and master with a sharp exhale. Tight muscles clenched and squeezed at his cock, driving him to buck into that delicious heat. “Oh yeah…” 
With that wonderful feeling surrounding him, Leonardo felt the last of his self-control crumble away. He started thrusting frantically, burying his aching cock into Splinter again and again, grinning at the muffled noises he drew from him. 
Raphael, too, was starting to get fully worked up, grabbing Splinter’s head by one of his ears and pulled him down against him, fucking his mouth in energetic thrusts.
Attacked from both ends, Splinter could do nothing but give in, fully at mercy of his sons’ thrusting. 
Almost on its own, their rhythms started to match, Leonardo’s cock sliding out almost all of the way, while Raphael`s thick erection was forced down his throat until his nose bumped against the solid plates of his plastron. 
Air was getting sparse, but Splinter held on, breathing in through his nose every time Raphael pulled back enough. 
Somewhere amidst the onslaught of pleasure and pain, Splinter felt his own cock spasm, spilling his seed in thick spurts without even having been touched. 
He groaned around Raphael’s flesh, sucking harder and, barely a moment later, he was rewarded with the heavy, bitter taste of come on his tongue, spilling down his throat in hot gushes. 
Finally, fianlly, he was released, gasping for air and collapsing down onto the mattress. Now, he was boneless, letting his eldest son seek his pleasure as well. “Leonardo-...!”
The sharp slap across his ass surprised him, making Splinter arch and clench in surprise. 
It was all Leonardo needed, and he shoved himself as deep into his father as he could, giving a sharp yell as he, too, came and filled the tight passage with his essence. 
What followed was a long beat of silence, only broken by panting and soft gasps. 
Only very slowly, almost sluggishly, Leonardo pulled out of Splinter, letting himself fall over to his side with a long sigh. “Oh man… are you alright?”
Splinter opened one eye, watching Leonardo, then Raphael, who was already starting to doze by the looks of it. 
“Yes… yes, I am quite alright. What about you? Did that satisfy you?”
Giving an almost giddy grin, Leonardo nodded. “Oh yeah… I think I could get used to this. Or at least do this more often.”
“You will have to earn it, then.” The smile Splinter sent him was part tender and part mischievous, hinting that the rat master wasn’t all that opposed to the idea. “Besides… it looks like at least Raphael needs to work on his endurance.”
“Hey… I heard that.” The turtle in question grumbled, while not even bothering to open his eyes anymore. “I’ve got plenty endurance.”
Splinter chuckled, slowly rolling over to sit up. With one hand, he waved Leonardo over, who eagerly moved into the embrace that was offered. With a small hum, their mouths met and they kissed, slower and more thoroughly this time. 
Only when Leonardo had to break away for a wide yawn, did Splinter pull him with him to lie down. 
Raphael was content to scoot close to Splinter’s warm back, burying his face in the soft fur of his father’s neck, inhaling the soothing scent. “‘Night… don’t wake me unless it’s for breakfast.”
Leonardo chuckled. “Goodnight, Raph.”
“Goodnight, my son. Sweet dreams.” Splinter whispered. “Same for you, Leonardo. Go on, get some rest as well. I know I will, after this… exercise.”
“Not complaining.” The eldest son smiled, shuffling close and wrapping his arm around Splinter’s waist, to lightly rest against Raphael’s side. 
His own face rested against his father’s warm chest, the steady beat of his heart thumping against his cheek lulling him to sleep quickly enough. 
Just before he slipped, Leonardo felt his own heart swell, the love for his family warm and heavy in his chest, comforting like nothing else. 
With everything calm and safe around him, he fell asleep, breathing deeply against warm fur.