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Upon returning to the apartment, Leo was exhausted from the outing. Not too exhausted that he couldn't appreciate the horrified and traumatized expression on Tikima's face as well as the delicate wrinkle to Toshi's nose. The lingering scent of reptilian sebum and rancid scales still wafted through the apartment. It would take another day or two of airing out before the place smelled okay again. Dinner was just the three of them, a cracked open window and a newly purchased scented candle. Tikima didn't eat much of her dinner and finally, Leo decided to take some pity on her. "Sniff fresh coffee grounds. It will cleanse your nose so you're not smelling those pipes all the time."
The girl bowed her forehead low enough to almost touch the table as she formally thanked the crime boss. When she excused herself, Toshi leaned slightly towards Leo. "I have never experienced such an after effect on cleaning traps. Is it because of the age of the building?"
"No," Leo shook his head. "Well....Maybe. I'm sure Raphael hasn't had this done in a while. But Professional plumbers usually charge double do handle reptilian plumbing because the build-up is so difficult to take care of." And the stench was brutal. He certainly hoped that Toshi wouldn't remember the chaos at the sento in Japan.
Again, he went to bed alone. Despite knowing that his uncle was dead and he was in a safer place, he couldn't help but still feel that could anxiety creep in. Those haunting words of the dead coming to suck his soul still clung to him like the waning stench of the cleaned pipes. He bet a sewer would smell better at this point! He hated not being able to sleep on his own. The late nights Raph had been towing made the turtle concerned and anxious. Was Raph avoiding him? There was finally an apology but what did that mean for the brawler? Leo tried to keep his worry and fretting to himself as he waited for his mate to come home. Maybe Leo should have apologized too? A three-day silent treatment was no good on the communication side of things. But he had been so appalled and insulted by Raphael's accusations! Where would he ever consider such a notion? The short talk gave him a tiny bit of insight. Raph had been hurt. Badly. How long ago had that been?
Leo didn't know how late it was before the door to their room opened. Raphael knew by now that Leo couldn't sleep without him so he made no pretense to feign sleeping. He remained still, shell tot he door as he felt Raph cross the floor to the bed. Leo stared out at the shaded window, listening to the faint rustle of Raph removing his clothes and the sudden "CHINK" of keys being dropped on the nightstand. Another rustle and there was a draft of cold air on the backs of Leo's legs before warm flesh snuggled up behind him. Would he start talking about ... this, right now?
"Ya had the pipes cleaned out?"
Leo smiled a bit, turning his head slightly just to catch Raph's profile out of the corner of his eye. "Tikima's punishment."
Raph couldn't help but laugh. "You're evil."
"Am I?"
"Yep."
That was all Raph said as his fingers slipped between the sleep shirt. Leo remained stock still as he felt those fingers explore his midline. The wire was still there, criss-crossing to keep his plastron together like laces in a show. He still couldn't feel anything substantial and Leo was missing it. That slow, sensual feeling. A warm, tingling feeling that would drizzle from the top of his chest to his tail. Leo sighed, taking a moment to close his eyes and relax.
"Why you got this on?" Raph's fingers momentarily plucked at the shirt.
"The wires catch sometimes." It wasn't a lie. It simply wasn't the full truth. He didn't like the wires and felt self-conscious about them. They were a sign that he'd been weak and he didn't want to show that-especially not in the bedroom.
For once, Raphael didn't argue. Back to touching his mate's scutes, the slow draw up and down Leo's plastron was slightly hypnotic. He could feel the gentle stroking up and down, playing ever so slightly on the nerves that were still healing. Halfway down where the sire ended Leo felt the pressure more distinctly and the tingling began.
He knew his body wasn't ready for that sort of activity. After compounding injuries, the carefully worded warning of the surgeon validated that stress and strain were extremely bad for him. Oh, but how he craved it. He simply wanted to sink into bliss and have Raphael take all his stress and worries away if only for a while. The physical release and comfort had been kept away from him for far too long. He needed it as badly as he needed air.
Raphael could feel and smell that desire rolling off his turtle in waves. It was something he would never tire of or feel that he was inadequate. All it took was a little chest stroking and Leo was ready to bang! Once he pressed his palm against the bulge that was steadily growing he had to suppress his own churr as Leo moaned and pressed his pelvis into his hand.
"Ninja leader," the larger turtle rumbled darkly as he provided a brief counter friction to Leo's rocking hips. "Hey. Gotta be a little more stealthy." The walls were paper thin. Not that Raph gave a fuck but he tried to keep a little propriety. For Leo's sake.
"Fuck that." Leo knew all too well that a carefully rehearsed, accidental slip of a cuss word was known to 'unleash the beast.' "I need you. Fuck my brains out. I need you in me. I--" A long, drawn-out groan came from him as he felt Raph's fingers stroke down the length of his tail.
Most certainly Leonardo knew how to set fire to Raphael's blood. More than anything he wanted to break the bed by pounding into that sweet ass, losing himself in that bond he became addicted to. But as much as he wanted to, he wouldn't. There was no way Raph was going to break his most favorite thing. "I got ya, Fearless," he cooed, easing the grip on Leo's tail. "Just relax."
Leo could just be as stubborn as Raph. It was proven now when he turned his head just right and took in a deep breath. "You...you showered?"
"I was working out."
"I like your sweat."
That got Raphael going. Devouring Leo's mouth in a hungry kiss, his hand pawed at that bulge, thumb running around the crease of cartilage until the hidden organ broke free. Tumbling readily into Raphael's hand, Leo whimpered as Raph's presence nearly overwhelmed him. "Keep it up an' I'll stop." Raph threatened. It was a hollow enough threat since he was continuing the squeeze the rapidly thickening shaft.
For several minutes it was quiet, their breathing heavy with only a light peppering of churrs between breaths. Raphael's grip was loose for the time being, making certain to keep the pressure even from root to tip and then back down again. There was something almost meditative as Raphael Stroked Leo's cock, keeping the turtle in a state of bliss for as long as he could.
Leo clamped his hand on Raph's forearm, his body tensing for one frustrating moment. "R-Raph."
The larger turtle buried his nose against Leo's neck, breathing deeply as he changed tactics. His grip tightened and the pace increased suddenly as his other hand came into play. It balanced Leo's tail between his fingers as his thumb pressed solidly against that twitching hole. A deep, gravely churr vibrated from him as Leo's breathing sharpened, his inhales quick as his hand tightened on Raph's arm. A few seconds longer and Raph's hand was flying over that twisting cock, his own breathing rough as he felt echoes of sensation run through him.
For a minute Leo was frozen as his body pumped release out of him, hand bruising arm and mind blanking out. The squeezes from Raph's hand countered the pulses of the orgasm, enhancing it further as Leo fell deep into its throws. Coming to, he tried to sneak his hand between them as he worked on settling his breathing. Raphael let him fondle the bulge for a moment before twining their fingers together and resting them on Leo's sticky belly.
The smaller turtle's mumbles were soft and lazy. "But you. I can-"
"This one's for you." The most tender kiss was placed on Leo's temple. "Go to sleep."
"But," He tried to protest in spite of his body demanding rest. "I'm good."
"Yer chest hurts."
"No, it doesn't."
Raph knew better. He could feel that tightness and strain even if all of the endorphins were blocking Leo's sensations for now. Sighing against the back of his mate's neck, he refused to have the favor returned. "Catch up next time. Love you." The little nuzzle and the barely coherent murmur was worth it. Leo was always worth it.