Continue of toon sex story “Urban Unity: A tale of peacekeepers” Chapter IV.
Raphael braced his leg between his captive’s legs and started to rub with his knee. Donny bit his lower lip. His shell didn’t protect the important parts of him and he felt the sensation arousing. The rebellious turtle knew how to make him succumb to his charm, how to take his time, that every move he made could be timed perfectly to control Donny. He leaned in and their lips meet. Moments before, the purple turtle might have rejected him, but not now. Donnatello passionately devoured his lover’s tongue. Raph immediately followed the rhythm.
At the same time, Leonardo had finished his meditation séance and now ironically longed for some rest. Meditation calmed his soul, but it certainly didn’t do much for entertainment. In that respect, Mikey had the right idea. He found the playful turtle right where they had left him, on the couch in front of the television. Unsurprisingly, he had a slice of pizza in his hand and an open box in front of him. Leonardo casually joined him, taking a slice from the box before crashing on the sofa as he often did after his meditation.
Mikey was watching some badly dubbed Japanese show about a man and his spandex power armor fighting giant aliens. Leonardo didn’t really care about what was on screen though, he just enjoyed turning his brain off once in a while, despite what his brothers might think.
Sometime later, the turtles had finished their pizza and Michelangelo was just aimlessly zapping from channel to channel. He came upon an 80s action movie which had just started and decided to stick with it. Leo didn’t mind and he just lay comfortably in the corner of the couch. During the first commercial, Mikey got up and grabbed a soda, throwing one to Leo as well. As he sat back on the couch however, instead of returning to his corner, the orange masked turtle laid against his brother. Leo probably should have been surprised, perhaps he should have pushed him away. It would have been a natural attitude for a brother to push a cuddling brother away. But he didn’t. He never did. Instead, he held his soda in one hand and wrapped the other around Mikey. Read the rest of this entry »
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