7 Nights Don/Mike, Raph/Leo implied. Part 1?

The big steel door opened and he looked up in the direction of it, fully knowing who it was coming trough that door. His heart beated a little faster, seeing his older, genius brother standing there, looking at him from top to bottom. A smirk on his face as he gets closer to him.

He stops next to his "victim" and says: "Well are you ready little brother? Remember we had a deal, when you would break something in 24 hours you would be submitting to me for a whole week."

"But Donnie, we all use the microwave to reheat, and yes it broke down when i used it yesterday, but i didn't do it on purpose! I mean... well... how long do... eh... did we have it anyway?"

"But that isn't the point Mikey, you know you shouldn't put non-microwave glass into the microwave because it will blow if you do, and you did it yesterday. So..." He stops talking for a moment and walks over to the other side of the table, letting his arm trail over the plastron and shoulders of his mate. He leans closer to him, he whispers in Mikey's ear: "You're mine, now and the 6 following days".

Mikey whimpers at the words of his brother, getting more aroused every time he feels Don's breath on his ear and neck. Don licks his neck and bites it, hard, feeling him shutter and hearing him gasp.

"Hmm" Don churrs "Delicious to see you like this, love", making his younger brother blush like crazy. Mikey opens his eyes, he didn't know he closed them, and looks Don in his eyes. Those beautiful dark brown eyes that only shows love and lust. Then Don moves away from him to his desk. When he returns over to Mikey, he got a bottle of chocolate sauce in hand.

Mikey gulps: “Wh… what are you going to do w-with that Donnie? His stuttering is giving away his nervousness. Don raises an eye ridge at his mate and walks over to the table, seeing Mikey watching his every move. “Use your imagination, love”. Mikey whimpers at the thoughts and images going trough his head. He didn’t know what to expect from this week submitting to his genius brother turtle, but one thing he does know: He will find out a lot about his lover’s kinks.

The pop of an bottle opening brings him back to reality. Don smirks and leans closer to Mikey, whispering into his ear: “Ready for this, love? Listen to my commands and it will be very pleasurable for us both. But if you don’t…” His hand ghosting over Mikey’s slit making him groan in pleasure “then it won’t be…” Don plays with his tail and pulls hard “for you, got it?”

To Be Continued?