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Imagine your back resting against Raphael's plastron while he holds your legs open with his own. You're both on his bed, sitting near the edge with you in front of him, naked from head to toe. He has one of his hands on your breasts, the other on your sex as he works two of his fingers in and out, his palm brushing over your clit. The only things that can be heard are your heavy breathing and the slow plap plap plap that his movements cause on your wetness.
In front of you, Leonardo watches the scene — watches you — sitting on a chair, unable to move, because even though he's not tied up, the leader is not the one giving orders this time. His expression is serious, hardened by his barely maintained control; the hands on his knees tight around the fabric. His usual bright blue eyes are cloudy, darkened by the desire to touch himself or to touch you; the fly of his pants taut from the erection it holds, left there, neglected. The only thing he can do is watch Raphael as he touches you, as he makes you feel good, because that was the command he was given, and he must obey.
“Do you like seeing my girlfriend like this, Leo?" You feel the lips resting on the crook of your neck turn up in a smirk as Raphael speaks. “How long have you wanted to see her like this, huh? How many times have you imagined yourself in my place?” He keeps tormenting him with the questions, reveling in the power that he holds, in the notion that he has you, that you belong to him, and that the other brother who wants you can only watch, unless Raphael allows for something more. He's enjoying it a lot more than you expected, having Leonardo in the room with the two of you. You are enjoying it more than expected.
He grazes the skin near your pulse with his teeth before biting down, giving you another mark, another way to show Leonardo who owns you. “Answer me.” You moan after a thrust of his fingers harder than the previous ones, accompanied by Raphael's commanding tone.
“Since before you two got together.” It’s the answer given after a breath. Leonardo is talking to Raphael, but his eyes are fixed on you, observing how your body trembles, shaken both by the stimulation that your boyfriend is giving you and by the weight of his own gaze on your body. He sounds pained by the admission, the words pulled out from his throat almost by force. What hurts him more? Knowing that Raphael got to you before him, that the years of friendship you shared pushed you into his brother's arms? Or feeling guilty because he shouldn't have had these thoughts about you in the first place, that he should have put his desire for you in a drawer as soon as you told him that you were dating Raphael? Or maybe... Maybe it's the knowledge that he doesn't really care about all of this right now and just wants the chance to have you, for the hands that are on your body to be his own, to be the one giving you pleasure, to receive it in turn. Even if it's just this once.
“And you didn’t stop after that? It doesn’t seem honorable to think like that about your brother’s girlfriend, or am I wrong?” Raphael hooks his fingers inside you, finding the right spot, the most sensitive one, the one that makes your eyes roll and arch your back as you mewl. His other hand squeezes one of your breasts, passing the thumb over your nipple, adding to the feeling. “Raph~” you whine, gripping the arm that hugs your torso because you need to hold onto something.
“I kept my distance, I kept control. I ignored my fantasies as much as I could.” The words come out quickly, a waterfall spilling from his tongue, just justifications for his impure thoughts. When your eyes lock on Leonardo again, you can see the effect this vision of you has had on him. He seems delirious as he watches, his chest expanding as he takes big gulps of air with his nose. He’s trying to calm himself, years of training on discipline and restraint helping him keep his composure, but you can see the impatience behind every twitch of his body, the burning craving for you that lights up his icy irises.
“And now you’re here.” You can’t see Raphael’s face, but you know that he’s looking directly at Leonardo, that he too has noticed the mask of control that his brother usually wears falling from his face and shattering on the ground. “Tell me, what would you prefer, Leo? Touching yourself or touching her?” This question makes you shiver with anticipation, the same one you see reflected on Leonardo’s face. You hope he decides to touch you; you hope that Raphael will let him.
“…Her.” You can feel the hunger he has for you in his tone, in those eyes that never stopped staring at you for even a moment. You can feel the way touching himself wasn't even an option for him, that all he really wants is you.
Raphael removes his hand from between your legs, his fingers exiting from your entrance, leaving you clutching at nothing. You try to protest, because he's been edging you for half an hour without making you come and just now you were so close to the climax that it almost makes you angry that he stopped, but he silences you by bringing those same fingers to your mouth. You open up without thinking twice, wrapping your lips around them, tasting your own flavor on your tongue. Leonardo stands there, transfixed as you suck them clean, first one, then the other. You can read his thoughts, you can visualize what he’s imagining is in your mouth instead of Raphael’s digits. That’s why you maintain the eye contact with him until you pop them out, gloating internally when you see him exhale harder.
“What do you say, sweetheart? Want to give him a taste?” Raphael asks you, his tone is now soft, sweet, like it always is when he’s speaking to you. His face is next to yours, touching your cheek with his own, nuzzling into you, breathing in your scent and basking in the softness and warmth of your skin.
You turn your head to kiss him on the lips, one of your hands going to cup the back of his neck to bring him even closer. You look him in the eyes, those clear jewels where yellow and green mix together to create what has become your favorite color, love and affection painted in every streak of them, when you whisper: “Yes, please, please~”
His attention shifts back to Leonardo. “Come then.”
Leonardo stands up, almost knocking over his chair from the force of his movement. He's there in two strides, as quick to approach you as he is to kneel before you. Raphael takes your thighs with his hands to spread them wider, to give more access to Leonardo who doesn’t wait another second to place his mouth on your cunt. And it's at this moment that true pleasure explodes from the deepest part of you. Leonardo eats you out as if it were his first meal after decades of hardship, as if he'd never tasted anything better before this moment. He slides his tongue — thick, rough, hot — from bottom to top, repeatedly, mixing his saliva with your juices. His blue eyes, so blue, so so blue and shiny, rest on your face from below once his lips decide to attach themselves to your clit and suck. You push against Raphael, spreading yourself further over his plastron as you moan loudly, eyes rolling back. Raphael's hands tighten on your thighs, his fingertips digging into your skin, while his mouth attaches itself to your neck again. You feel his cock twitching on your lower back, and you're relieved that he's enjoying all of this too, that’s it’s not jealousy or possessiveness what resides in his heart right now.
The bedroom fills with both of their churrs, and the vibrations from Leonardo hit your core directly. You curl your toes as one of your hands goes to grip his head and the other goes back to grab Raphael's neck, the need to be anchored to something as strong as the need to let yourself be enveloped by the two men who are giving you the best night of your life.
You look down at Leonardo again and find his eyes still fixed on your face. You can't describe the way he's looking at you now as he continues to suck and lap over your pussy. He seems intoxicated by the taste in his mouth, as if he'd tasted something that opened his eyes — the fruit of the tree of knowledge that gave Adam wisdom but also damned him forever.
“Leo~” you cry out, and you calling his name makes him whimper on your sex. Who knows how many times he imagined you saying it this way? You don’t have the time to wonder that as you feel two of his fingers entering you. The access is easy, aided by all the time Raphael spent stretching you earlier. You feel him searching for the spot that almost made you come before, exploring your insides, walking for the first time in the steps that Raphael has already taken a hundred times, and when he finds it, when he feels you tighten around his fingers and mewl in the same way he heard earlier, when you arch your back pushing your pelvis even closer to his face, he begins to hit that spot with his fingertips while increasing the suction on your clit.
“Leo, oh god, Leo, Raph, I’m going to-“ It’s ecstasy as blood rushes to your head, making you hot and dizzy with pleasure. You don’t understand anything anymore, everything around you has dulled out except Leonardo still sucking and pumping on your cunt and Raphael’s voice reaching your ear as he murmurs “yes, baby, like this. Come like this, I got you.” All your body shakes as your orgasm finally explodes, Raphael’s arms now tight around your hips the only thing keeping you from falling down his lap.
When you find your reason again, when the fog in your eyes and your mind has lifted, you look down again. Leonardo has pulled away from you, but he's still looking at your face. His lips are swollen, his chin wet, his breathing as labored as yours. You want to take his face in your hands and bring it close to yours to kiss him, both as a thanks for what he did and because he looks so beautiful and kissable right now, the affection for him that flutters inside your heart and turns into something close to what you feel for Raphael, but you haven't discussed this with your boyfriend yet, so you don't. You just keep looking at him as you feel Raphael's weight all around you and his lips peppering kisses on your nape.
When Leonardo stands up, you notice a dark, wet stain in the front of his pants.