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Then the sensation of something pressing into his slit was felt, “Y-You’ll skewer me…” Mikey mumbled. Sure, he had accidentally slipped a finger into himself once or twice in the past, barely being able to handle it, but this? This would be suicide to him.
Donnie only gave him a toothy grin, “You’ll get used to it.”
Without further warning, the softshell pushed his cock into the shorter, ripping a moan from the terrapin. Angie gripped onto the taller, whining as Donnie slowly pushed into him, clenching down on the throbbing dick that was now inside him.
The genius was on cloud nine, so tempted to start pounding into the turtle beneath him, but kept himself from going through with that thought. Freckles’ whimpers were like music, scales akin to satin, his adorable face in need of ravishing.
The orange terrapin could feel the tendrils of Donnie’s dick drag against his slit’s walls. He felt full and more pressure was building up in his abdomen.
Soon the entirety of the softshell’s length was in Angie, and it was clear that the shorter could hardly handle it.
Donnie let Freckles adjust, gently kissing the terrapin as he did.
When the genius felt the ephelis-covered turtle roll his hips whilst hugging onto him, the taller started to shallowly thrust into him. Don loved every sound he roused from this version of Mikey, loving it even more when the shorter hid his face in the crook of his neck.
“Heh, getting shy, are we?” Donnie teased, only to be surprised when he was the one on the mattress while Angie was sitting tall on his cock. The shorter was panting hard, his large hands pressed against his lower plastron. Freckles slowly lifted himself halfway up his dick before sitting down again, pulling a gasp from himself. Yet the other kept skewering himself on Donnie’s throbbing cock.
Angel didn’t even know why he couldn’t get enough of it. Sure, it hurt when it stretched his inner walls, but it was addictingly good. He quickly picked up the pace, yet he still wanted more than just the shallow, he wanted to chase that weird feeling that was building up inside his gut.
He felt slim hands be placed on his hips before the softshell beneath him bucked his hips. Another noise ripped itself from his throat, and Angie found himself face-down on the mattress, hips up in the air.
The freckled terrapin would have flipped himself over if the softshell hadn’t pulled out to the tip before slamming back in. Angie moaned into the sheets, eyes rolling back a little. Donnie chuckled, “You have no idea how much I was restraining myself, but now… I think you can take anything I give you,” he whispered into the shorter’s ear, “Safeword is mango.”
Before he could protest, the tech genius continued to thrust into him at a harsh pace. Each push forward made the shorter’s eyes roll back, moans spilling from his mouth like a faucet.
Donnie thrust at different angles until he found a little bundle of nerves, and the noise that came from Angie told him he hit it.
The softshell bit the back of the pudgier’s neck, grabbing his thick wrists and pilling them backward. He continued to hit the bundle of nerves, pulling more muffled moans and churrs from the shorter. He listened to them as if they were music, they were coming from such a pretty mouth, after all.
Freckles was starting to see stars, and before he knew it, his vision was covered in white, and he came on the sheets below him. An overwhelming amount of pleasure swept over him, and the ephilis-covered turtle shivered at such a sensation. He was left breathless at the end of it.
Don's pace swiftly quickened, getting a bit sloppier as he chased his release, with the little squeaks and chirps he pulled from the smaller driving him forward. Soon, he flooded the terrapin below him's insides with sperm, churring in satisfaction. Of course, he'll have to wash his sheets and Angie, but he didn't mind doing that. He'd do it all over again if the shorter wanted, but given how much his angel was shivering, he'd leave it for another time.
Slowly, the softshell pulled out of the terrapin, causing the smaller to whine. Donnie chuckled at that reaction, looking over at the clock, 4:57 a.m. ... Well, it's a good time to shower, anyway...
Dee wiped up what he could, picking up Angie afterward and carrying him to the bathroom, sitting him on the floormat before taking care of the other things. Taking his sheets off his bed, he passed by the plain body pillow, picking it up before walking to the laundry room to run them through the washing machine. He set it to bulk and put the appropriate amount of detergent in there before letting it run.
Returning to the bathroom, the softshell saw Freckles running the warm water, looking like he was struggling to get it to the optimal temperature. Don chuckled, closing the door and helping the shorter set it before getting him out of his soiled t-shirt and lacy silk socks.
Angie pouted a little, "What'll I wear over my shell, then?" the smaller asked as Don helped him into the water, "Well, you could wear my button-up." Freckles made a face, "But..." Don sighed at the question that was about to be asked, getting out of his sleep clothes, "We can always say that your shirt got messy and I gave you it to use instead." The shorter nodded, and Don got into the warm water.
Squirting some soap into his hand, Don massaged it into Angie's scales, letting the water rinse it away afterward. He let the terrapin do the same for him, though not letting his angel touch his shell that much. Afterward, he helped the speckled turtle clean out his cloaca. Sure, he didn't want to, but it was best to clean it out so the smaller wasn't in discomfort. Plus, Donnie loved the little noises Angie made because of it.
Once the two of them were sufficiently clean, they did one last rinse off before draining the tub completely. Don helped dry Freckles off before getting him dressed.
It was funny to see that his pajama shirt was oversized on the terrapin.
The two went back to Donnie's bedroom. Well, more accurately, the softshell carried the terrapin, but who's asking for accuracy here?
Don just needed to wait for the others to wake up, and he put some shorts on the smaller in the meantime.
When it was time to eat breakfast, the two went to the dining room, seeing both sets of brothers seated there and Mikey bringing the food.
"Greetings brethren, other terrapins," Donnie greeted, "Good morning," Angie said at the same time, passing him and taking a seat near his brothers, completing the quadruplet set. Leo, Raph, and Red had to do a double-take before looking at Donnie, Leon and Mikey grinned at one another, and Dee didn't seem to notice.
"Well then, that was quick," Leon said, with Mikey nodding in agreement. Mini Raph growled, "I am going to kill you."
Don only raised his hands and sat down next to Leon, "I don't know what you're thinking, but I only gave Angie my shirt because he spilled juice on it on accident." Freckles nodded, "Mhm, and I kinda spilled on the bed too, sorry Donnie," the softshell shook his head, "It's fine, it was just an accident."
"Mhm..." Mikey said, though his face showed that he wasn't convinced, "Nice bitemark, how was that?"
The two of them blushed at that, and the jig was up.
"Why YOU LITTLE-" Tiny Raph yelled as he launched himself over the table and food and started chasing Donnie around, "I'll kill you!!"