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Leo had woken up to the feeling of Donnie’s tongue exploring his slit, sweeping side to side as the softshell groans into him. Leo’s hips buck upwards with the slider’s own noises: churrs and chirps falling from his beak with every twitch.
“God, Dee. Wake me like this every day, why don’t you?” Leo purrs, hand coming to stoke the softshell’s bare head, trailing along the purple stripes that decorated Donnie’s head. The softshell let out a soft churr into the slit, his red-blue eyes glancing up at his twin around the swell of his plastron. Donnie pulls back, his hand coming up to rub Leo’s clit, the other wiping his face so it wasn’t dripping Leo’s fluids.
“Well, then you need to look this ravishing carrying our eggs forever, Nardo. Then how can I help myself?” Donnie chuckles, pressing a kiss to the plastron bump, watching Leo as he does so. Leo’s eyes crinkle shut as he watches his love caress his bump, watching how the softshell melts into his joy to be a father. The slider himself was still having second thoughts about this, about whether he would be a good father if he could raise a kid. But when Leo got lost in those thoughts, he just needed to look at Donnie and remember he was not alone.
“Well, less talking more eating, is what I say as the egg-pecting parent.” Leo grins, barely holding back his giggle as Donnie groans at the pun. Leo opens his mouth to speak again, only to gasp as Donatello flicks his clit. The purple-coded turtle smirks as he twirls the small nub between his fingertips, sliding his face back between Leo’s striped thighs. Leo hardly had time to throw his hand over his mouth before Donnie dove back in, beak first into the dripping slit. His long tongue flexed against Leo’s walls, pushing deeper and deeper within the slider, trying to map out his inner walls just like he had done so many times prior. Donnie’s snout nuzzles at Leo’s clit while Don’s strong hands force Leo’s thighs up and apart, stopping them from snapping shut around Donnie’s head.
“DEE~” Leo churred from behind his hand, whorish moans and sighs following suit as Donnie continues his manipulation of Leo’s insides, pressing his tongue flat against a spot deep in Leo. The slider had a string of chirps erupt from him as his hands fell to grip tightly at the sheets and blankets on the bed. Leo was flooding and Donnie was slurping down every last drop of his slider slick. When he was done with Leo, the blue turtle was going to be dry for a week.
Moans and churrs echo across the room, Leo unable to hold a single sound back as Donnie devours his pussy from within. The softshell’s tongue pushes deeper into the slider, drawing each noise with a skilled flick of his tongue. As for Donnie, he could barely keep his dick in his tail, Leo’s whorish needy moans making him almost rip his shorts with need.
“Donnie~ please.” He whines, the noises hitching in his throat with every harsh jab of his spot within him, feeling Donnie’s stupid smirk as he presses harder. The softshell pulls back to show off his grin only to be stopped by stripped thighs locking around his head and pulling him inwards back to Leo’s leaking needy slit. Donnie looks back up at Leo, his flushed face decorated with a wicked smile. “Did I say you may stop, Donatello?”
That renews Donnie’s desire to make Leo shut up and he dives back into the slit. His hands came up to force Leo’s thighs down, claws digging into the flesh just right for the reaction he was hunting for.
“DEEEE~” Leo screams, squirming as he feels the stinging pain of the softshell’s nails cut into his legs, getting closer and closer with the teasing pain. Donnie pulls back again, smirking as the slider whines and thrusts lazily up for more.
“Aww does Fearless need more attention for his slutty slit? Needs me to show you your mine?” Donnie teases, running his fingers across the barely bleeding thighs as he watches the slider dissolve into a symphony of sounds: churrs chirps, and trills all falling from Leo’s beak alongside the moans and groans. Donnie waits for a second, flicking Leo’s erect swollen clit once then twice. The blue-banded brother hardly had caught the twinkle in Donnie’s eye before the softshell had leaned forward and-
“AHHHHHHH!” Leo screamed as he squirts, fluids gushing and flooding Donnie’s face as the softshell bites his twin’s clit. The genius licks up and down the wet lips, darting between to slurp down more of his leader’s juices. He groans, finally allowing his dick to drop in his shorts, ripping them with a loud RIP sound. Donnie crawls up Leo’s body, hand gripping his cock as he churred, enjoying the look of a fuck dumb Leo.
The two bash their beaks together in a desperate kiss, full of teeth and tongue: the slider nipping at the softshell’s tongue in revenge, smirking when Donnie groaned into the kiss. The two continue their game of tongue and teeth as Donnie strokes his dick hard and faster, the head tapping into Leo’s still-swollen clit. The twins churr loudly as Donnie bites down on the other’s lower lip, the petals of his cock dancing. The slider whines loudly as hot cum drenches his slit, coating it in long ropes.
Twin pants echo through the room as they settle down, foreheads together as a hand dances a red-striped cheek. Churrs fall from the slider’s mouth, looking at Donnie with a smile.
“Woah Dee, wake me up like this every day.”
“Sigh. You already said that Nardo.” Donnie rolls his eyes before bonking their forehead together. The two sets of red-blue eyes lock as they sit together in peace. Leo leans up for another kiss before speaking quickly.
“Donnie get up, I need to pee.”