《Çãñ't Štøp Ûš》Walking In On Acction
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Next morning motherfuckers-
Raph snored loudly as he sleep. He's mate had woken hours ago. He was way to lazy to get up and it was barely 6:30. Leonardo stared down at his mate with a thin smile on his lips, oh god how he loved him.
Raph laid on his side in his hammock facing leo using his arm as a pillow, his other wrapped around Leo's waist. Leo faced Raph curled up to his chest.
Leo watched Raphs chest rise and fall. Leo stared at the lighting bolt crack on his lovers chest in wonder. On day Raph and him got into a fight Raph stormed out and came back with it in his chest. No matter how many times he asked Raph still never told any of them. But spike.
Leo felt so sorry for Raph the night he lost Spike. He could hear Raph sobbing in his room threw the walls, and it sure as hell broke his heart.
Leo's mind began to wonder making up story's in his head on how the crack had got there. Leo's finger began to trace it over and over again even the scar tissue. Leo's brows touched as he stared at it.
Raph silently awoke looking down at leo eyes half shut. He got goose bumps from the light touch and chuckled lightly making leo jump in surprise. leo smiled. Raph laid on his shell starring at the ceiling.
"That tickled." Raph said putting his hands behind his head. Leo smiled sitting up he yawned and sat on Raph. Raph blushed lightly felling pressure on his lower plastron. Leo noticed this and leaned down kissing Raph. Raph smirked into the kissed his hands traveling down Leo's plastron.
Leo blushed and cupped Raphs cheeks.
Raphael moved his hands to Leo's rear, squeezing it. Leo's eyes flashed open in surprise but the soon flutter close. Raph smirked and sat up. Leo pulled back from the kiss. Raph brought his knees up to be a back rest for Leo. Raph kissed Leo's neck and fought the feeling growing in his lower plastron.
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Leo felt himself harden as well. I mean like seriously this is Raphael were talking about the one and only, who wouldn't? When Raph was turned on leo was to. There lips crashed again and there tongues began to dance.
((Real sorry guys..))
The door flew open and in came the one and only Casey Jones. which I remind you. They haven't told.. Casey's jaw dropped at the sight of leo in Raphs bed getting his face sucked of by his bestfriend "Dude.."
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So sorry for the short chappie loves! I hope you know that I indeed wanted this to happen how he will reached is your choice please comment -negative- or +positive+. Because I just might take away a sexy blowjob scene, it is your choice.
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