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Raph gently pushed Mikey back, lowering him to where he was laying spread out flat on the couch. He grinned, swiftly moving to straddle Mikey. What were you saying, babe? Raph asked, smirking at the dazed look on Mikey's face. Mikey swallowed, shifting underneath Raph. I was just saying that I won. Mikey repeated, slightly less bragging and teasing as before. The video game the two had been playing displayed the result of the round, Mikey clearly having been the winner. Raph pretended to be surprised at this, a grin spreading across his face. You won? He asked, looking at Mikey with pure lust and love. Mikey nodded slowly. Well, I think that calls for a reward. Raph said. What do you think? Should I reward you? He asked, shifting so that his hard on was pressed against Mikey's own. Mikey's breath hitched, a soft whine leaving his lips. He blushed in embarrassment, shifting. Please. He breathed. Please? Raph asked, suggesting that wasn't enough. Please, what? Please, who? He asked, more of a demand. Please reward me Raphie. Mikey corrected himself. The once childish nickname Mikey had used for his big brother when they were little or during their teenage years when he wanted to annoy Raph was now used as a term of endearment. Mikey often found that he liked using the nickname during intimate moments seeing as it made him feel smaller and softer. Raph also liked when Mikey used the nickname seeing as it reminded him of how innocent Mikey was. A rumble of appreciation came from Raph, who had pulled Mikey flush against him. Mikey's lips parted instinctively, his many passionate moments with Raph allowing his body to pick up on Raph's patterns and likes. Raph noticed this. Without hesitation, Raph kissed Mikey. The kiss was rough, passionate, and full of love. Mikey moaned, Raph's tongue easily dominating Mikey's as it entered his mouth. Raph's hands began a thorough exploration of Mikey's body, rough and calloused hands made possessive and soft touches, a small grab there, a soft groupe here. Mikey had started churring, a primal turtle noise that all of the brothers could make. The particular noise was reserved for moments of extreme happiness or satisfaction. And currently, Mikey was feeling both very happy and satisfied. Raph gently pulled back from the kiss to give them both time to recover their breath, a string of glistening saliva connecting the two. Raph's hands easily slipped under Mikey's thighs, hitching the limbs up to rest around his waist, wanting more access. Mikey, knowing what Raph wanted, happily wrapped his legs around Raph's waist. Mikey could see