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This is humiliating, but nothing Leo hadn’t asked for himself. Unable to argue with his own reasoning. Not now anyway, what with Nardo’s digits wrapped around the column of his exposed throat. Holding him near breathless and suspended just over the seat of the older counterpart’s lap.
Being adrift in the sweet emptiness of his mind. In the absence of communication and conscious thought, Leo’s other senses sharpened. Becoming quite aware of his whole body. How both his hands were tethered together by his own mask. And how they were hooked back and over the other’s neck. To his shell pressed against the strong plastron of the turtle behind him. And how both of his legs were spread wide and hung over the arms of the pair's shared chair.
Exposing him to a small device that watched from its perch on a table across the room. Every sensation heightened. His body, nothing but a vessel made for pleasure. An experience for others to exploit for their desires. And he loved it!
“Look at you.” He hears the time-traveler chuckle from behind him. Barely capable of registering the words as he felt fingers glide over his lower plastron. Down to where he’s slick and tight around the older slider's thick cock, already buried deep in him.
Callus digits slipping between lush folds, rubbing possessively over the sensitive nub hidden at its peak. Leo’s trained well enough to associate the rough treatment with pleasure. Becoming extremely aware of the blinking red light on the camera, as those fingers spread his lips wide. Showing off the way he was stuffed full of his doppelganger's cock for the viewer. Looking anywhere but at the glaring lens when Nardo turns to press a kiss against his cheek. “Gorgeous, Leo. Look at how well you're taking me.” He whispers in deep satisfaction.
Leo mewls quietly in response to the praise as he was teased and fucked for the camera. Forced to endure the fleeting brush of those thick digits as they slid against his slit. Sometimes, missing their mark on purpose. It's frustrating. Made to suffer as Nardo's hips rolled beneath him. Pumping ever so gently into his throbbing cunt. Which tightened and fluttered at the slow taunting pace. Alighting his nerves with vigorous desire. But, doing nothing to build up his waning pleasure. Leaving him to dangle dangerously on the precipice of ‘not enough’.
It’s torture.
Painful and burning harshly through his veins. Leaving him whimpering and wailing as the thick arrow-shaped head pushes against a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves in a way that isn’t quite right or satisfying. But it could be! And knowing that only made things worse.
His frustration is palpable. Visual, even when the ping of a phone sounds off from somewhere in the room. Nardo was the only one who took notice. Attention turning back to Leo, he offers, “Whose is it, baby boy?” His meaning is made very clear by the way he presses hard against Leo’s nub.
“Come on, sweetheart. Use your words. Tell me who this belongs to.” Nardo encouraged, beak pressed against his damp cheek as he loosened his grip around the younger ninja’s throat.
The release is sudden, and the younger mutant gasps for air. Breath labored and struggling when he finally replies, “D-daddy!” Unable to retain the composer that asphyxiation had offered him just moments ago, he rambles, “P-please, more!” He hadn’t dropped. Isn't allowed. “Daddy’s! It’s Daddy’s! Pl-please I w-want-”
“Wanna drop, sweetheart?” His lover asked, gently despite the roughness of their play. Hooking his now free hand just under Leo’s jaw to maneuver his focus to the camera, nearly forgotten.
“Ask Daddy nicely, beautiful.”
The younger mutant doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s desperate for release, head still light and hazy from before. Unable to do little more than feel and speak when he obeys his doppelganger’s command.
“D-daddy, pl-please.” He moans, his eyes rolling back when the cock still deep inside his slit shifts. Sending electric pleasure shaking through him. Still, it doesn’t deter him from his task, “W-wanna drop for you, d-daddy. Lemme drop for you?” Tears forming and starting to burn at the edges of his sight. Still, he doesn't stop.
Riding out that building surge of pressure that grew in the pit of his stomach. Begging louder when it doesn’t seem to satisfy his precious viewer. “I’ll be good!” He shouts, attempting to spread his legs even further. Fucking himself down on Nardo’s cock for the camera.
Nardo allows it, loves it really. Relishing in the way Leo attempts to ride him without stability. Growling against his young captive's throat as he remained perfectly still under Leo’s desperation. It feels good. Aware of Leo’s panic in the way his thighs quivered with his efforts.
With little luck, it pays off. A text tone rings out once again from the phone behind them. As if on cue, Leo feels a kiss smack wet and playful against his cheek. “That's my good boy.” And it’s enough to make tears roll down the younger’s jaw. “Go on, sweetheart. Drop for Daddy.”
Leo nearly screams, head thrown back, when the pressure finally subsides. Allowing himself to drop down into Nardo’s awaiting palm. Quivering when those fingers wrap around his slippery length. It’s suddenly far too much!
Oversensitivity and frustration, melting together. Manifesting as visible shivers that shake his entire body with each movement. Nardo shushes him gently. Reaching to place a weighted palm against the base of his plastron. Keeping him grounded. Trapped inside his body even as his mind threatened to disconnect.
“You still with me?” Yes. No! “Can I get your color, baby blue?” It takes a moment for Leo to understand what he’s being asked. Hunching at the idea of having to use any of his safewords suddenly fills him with self-loathing and dread. Curling in tighter when he’s asked again.
Nardo hesitates and goes to move.
Sex is momentarily forgotten as the older turtle hooks both of his hands under the younger counterpart's thighs to lift him. The realization comes fast, and Leo is quick to fight against his attempt to pull out. Pushing back against him! “No, d-dont.” Leo pleads.
Nardo is about to argue when the door suddenly opens. Noticeably ceasing the fight in either slider the moment the silhouette there becomes familiar. On tall heeled boots, Donatello steps into the room. Sliding the door shut with a click behind him.
Seeing him does nothing for Leo’s already buzzing nervous system. Shoulders quaking at the sound of the other's approach. Neglecting eye contact, deciding instead to glance at the forgotten camera. The once-flashing light is no longer there.
He feels but doesn’t see the gloved hands that take his arms from around Nardo’s neck. Bringing them forward enough to unravel the mask that held them together. He refuses to look up, even as those same fingers massage his aching wrists.
“What happened?”
Leo doesn’t answer.
However, knowing that he had little choice in the matter, when a palm gripped his jaw and forced his head up. Standing before him is Tello, his twin's older counterpart. Dressed in tight leather and brimming with careful firmness as he repeats himself, not a question this time.
“What happened”
Leo knows better than to keep him waiting. “T-too much.” He mumbles, but his lack of conviction was forgiven. Evident in the way those gloved fingers reached up to frame his head. Pushing back to press and massage over his scalp and around the curve of his cheeks.
It's grounding, hypnotizing even. Enough so that he finds himself leaning into them. Kept under the sedation of those petting movements, he listens to Tello’s words. “You need to use your colors, baby blue.” The demon softshell scolds, no heat in his words as he speaks.
The feeling of Nardo leaning forward against his back is secondary. As is the sound of their kiss, he knows is happening just over his head. “Maybe this was too much too fast.” He thinks he hears Nardo say. “Yes, I think that's quite enough for today.” Tello then replies.
Leo fusses at the decision. Pulling back from those relaxing hands, if only to plead his case. “N-no! Please.” Leo whimpers, finding Tello’s raised brow stare when he says, “Please, Daddy! I can be a g-good boy. I can make Nardo cum, I can!” He knows he can.
Tello shushes him, just as he feels Nardo’s arms hug around him. Caught between their kindness, even still, his panic refused to subside. Quailed only by those same gloved hands encasing his cheeks. Rubbing thumbs over his cheekbones, just under Leo’s tearful eyes.
“Calm down, Leo.” Tello whispers between them. Leaning forward to peck his snout. “No one is leaving. We’re just going to do something else.” Oh. “Would you like that?” Yes, of course, he wanted that. The initial feeling of regret receded at the offer.
He nods his head, only to remedy his speechless reply with a real one, “Yes, please.” It's funny how the slightest smirk from the older softshell can send him reeling from panic to euphoria. Feeling loved and safe in the security of Tello’s confidence.
Tail drumming against Nardo’s plastron. Which only prompted the time travelers to chuckle collectively. He’s carefully removed from Nardo’s cock. Moaning obscenely as the heavy length drops down from his tight passage. Feeling empty yet hot as he rocks against the air.
“Now, what shall we do?” Tello muses to himself, leaving Leo to shudder under the way he playfully walks his digits up the younger’s lifted cock. Hissing between his teeth when fingered gloves wrap around its throbbing head. Before using his ample slick to slide down to its base.
“You’ve been such a good boy for us, pretty.” He thinks he heard the softshell praise, although his mind can hardly register anything happening beyond the smooth stroking of his pulsing length. Unable to roll up into the older’s fist with the way Nardos’ arms still hugged around his hips.
Then the stroking stopped. And in its pause, Leo’s thighs shook under the strain of being left wanting. Lust bubbling like agitated energy just under his skin. Only to surface as audible whimpers and tears that just start to rim his eyes. “Leo, baby boy, I need you to look at me.”
He does. Not even sure when he’d closed his eyes. But, more than happy to open his mouth when Tello pressed one of his fingers to it. The thick appendage slid past the slider’s teeth and onto his tongue. Drawing small ticklish circles over the pallet, before commanding, “Lick.”
Again, he obeys. Closing his lips around the finger, he began to lick along its length. Coating it with a sufficient amount of saliva, that a pop sounded when it was taken from him. He wouldn’t be without it for long, though. That digit, relocating to his cock.
Circling the head slowly. Teasing at the slit. Leo’s entire body tenses at this. Back arching as much as his shell would allow. Still holding his hips down, Nardo then leans down into his shoulder and kisses his cheek as he grinds up into his tail.
It’s too much! But again, it’s not enough. His frustration is evident as tears start to roll from his eyes. Collected by Nardo’s tongue as the older mutant licked at his cheek. He wants more. Needs it. And he knows the only way to make it happen. “Please.”
Tello hums at his plea. Encouraged, Leo spoke again, “P-please, Daddy.” That circling finger leaves his sex, thank the spirits, to cup just under his jaw. He knows he’s done something right when Tello purrs a gentle, “Yes, sweetheart?” Pecking his lips, he adds, “What do you need?”
“You.” Leo says quickly, he doesn’t even pause when he continues, “Both of you! Please, Daddy, I can be so good!” He doesn’t miss how Nardo presses a long kiss against his temple and then cheek. Both he and Tello share a telling look. When Tello says, “Of course.”
With the help of his handsome doppelganger, Leo’s relocated to the bed. Cuddled against Nardo as they watched Tello slowly undo the buckle of his tight leather pants. It’s hardly an intentional striptease by any means. But both sliders enjoy the show all the same.
With the older mutant’s jaw resting on his shoulder. Leo can feel the way Nardo swallows hard when Tello slowly pulls the belt from its loops. Before plucking the button loose. The sound of the zipper has both their tails wagging. And it only gets better.
“You two can be too much sometimes.” The demon softshell coos, hooking his thumbs along the band of his pants and slowly sliding them down the plush of his thick thighs. He’s wet, soaked really. And Leo can’t help but take pride in that.
Enjoying the way Tello runs his gloved fingers down the stretch of his own body. Dipping them down into his dripping slit. Before popping them into his devilish mouth with a moan. Spirits, Leo almost cums right then and there. Then Nardo eagerly demands, “Come here.”
Tello, luckily, decides to play nice. Sauntering over to the bed, he leans in on one knee. Grasping Leo’s jaw without much warning. Only to lean down into his young lover’s personal space and whisper, “Do you want me?” Uh, yeah! Of course, he does!
The rapid nodding of his head was found delightful and endearing. Both time travelers chuckle once again before Tello moves to take his place on the bed. There, he looks like a piece of art. Stretched out on his back. Thighs bent and opened like a luxurious centerfold.
It's obvious what he wants, but communicates regardless, “Come here, baby boy, come to daddy.” His needs were emphasized by the crook of his finger, summoning Leo forward. The younger mutant doesn’t need to be asked again. Already moving as commanded.
It’s always a treat to see Tello from this angle, flushed with lust and smirking up from under him. Soft, battle-torn thighs closed around his waist as Leo slowly lowered himself between them. “Go slow.” The scientist warns when he presses him down against the mattress.
Pausing, if only to look at Nardo from over his shoulder. Catching the way his alter grins from just behind him. Churning low and steady as his firm grip pressed down on Tello’s knees on either side. Forcing those long, elegant legs up closer to his beautifully lush breast plates.
“Go on, baby boy.” Nardo’s voice hums, lips lingering just against Leo’s temple. Reassurance laced into seduction when he feels the older mutant take hold of his forgotten cock. Aligning him until his soft head pressed against Tello’s slick folds. “Just like that.”
The careful press of Nardo’s hips sends Leo sinking down into that exquisitely tight heat. Tello was perfect. The sound of his chirps grows longer as both lovers rock against him. Caught once again between the older pair's affection. He allows Nardo to control their pace.
Becoming increasingly discontent with the obvious lack of fairness in their positions. Leo grumbled, a small, frustrated sound at the taller slider. Who just chuckles at his noises. Kissing his shoulder when Tello finally spoke up. Breathy, so soft and gentle.
“Do you want Papi too, baby blue? Want him inside?” Of course, he does. And Nardo knows that too. The other seems almost amused by the way Leo flags his tail when those eyes roam him for resistance. Seeming satisfied with what he finds, Nardo moves to mount the pretty little slider.
It doesn’t take long. It never does when it's the three of them. Nardo’s punishing thrust practically puppets Leo’s own movements. More than happy to hand over control as he mindlessly licks into Tello’s greedy mouth. Barely able to resist the eagerness to cum before the softshell does.
And when he does, he’s embraced by the tightening of Tello’s pretty pussy. Those lovely thighs gripping as he finished in a flurry of gasps and curses. Holding tight to one another. Like this, Leo was trapped. Growing quickly overstimulated by the increase of Nardo's thrusts, still inside of him.
“N-nardo!” Leo cries, his muscles fighting against the continued pressure. Nails digging into the hug of the softshell beneath him as he weathers Nardo’s descent. Body begging for peace. Even as he soaks in the praises that drop so freely from his counterpart's lips.
“Right there, sweetheart, m’ right fuckin’ there!” Nardo growls, before something inside of him stutters. Spilling thickly into the willing slider before him until he's nicely bred. Finally, his movements come to a stop. Sighing as he kisses the back of Leo’s head.
“Don’ wanna drop on you.” He thinks he's heard Nardo mumble as he was leaning on him anyway. Not putting on his entire weight. Likely due to Tello beneath both of them. Said Turtle only huffing a laugh. Before patting the empty side of the bed. Which they quickly occupy.
Silence fills the room as Leo weaves in and out of sleep thanks to Nardo’s gentle petting. Head tucked under the slider's jaw when he noticed Tello fussing with his phone on the other side. He only needs to reach his hand over for Tello to acknowledge him.
“Just checking the feed, silly boy.” He explains, before turning to swing his body over his half of their mate. Who made a jokingly pained noise at the treatment. They both ignore his antics when Tello asks, “Do you still want me to send this to Donnie?” Yes, yes, he does.