As Raph and Leo returned home, Donnie was mildly surprised to see they actually found all the parts in his list though it was obvious by their looks that it wasn't all they had been doing. Both looked like Klunk after she got herself a bowl of cream - for the lack of a better word Don called this state "fully satisfied".

The evening was short and uneventful. Donnie's eyes secretly followed Raph as the hot head excused himself and got upstairs. Shaking off the ogling, Don set to spent the evening with his projects.

The door to his lab opened unexpectedly and Mikey's head looked in.

"Hey, Donnie, mind if we talk?"

"About what?" - Don responded, digging through a set of blueprints on his desk. When Mikey hesitated to answer he looked up. The orange banded turtle invited himself in and made an indistinct gesture with his hand "You know..."

"I thought you said everything you wanted" - Don's attention shifted back to blueprints.

Mikey was not so easily discouraged

"Well.. I have thought it over..." - Mikey came closer waiting for a reaction to that but none followed. He frowned a little, then, as Donnie turned to fetch a trammel from a drawer, Mikey sat on his blueprints. It always worked when Klunk did it.

Don turned back with a tool in his hand to find Mikey sitting on the blueprints he was studying. The youngster smiled at him, trying to look as much a kitten as his Klunk. Don frowned "Mikey, what is this?"

Mikey reached forward and pulled his brother closer by the loose tails of his obi. "It's me reconsidering" - he said. Donnie exhaled carefully and looked down into the youngsters blue eyes "Why this sudden change?" he asked barely above whisper.

Mikey looked away for a second before explaining, his fingers toying with obi's tails "I've been thinking... about Leo mostly, but you know.. I've been thinking about you too. And you saw them today. I want that. You want that too - don't tell me you don't I saw the way you were looking at them... So here's the thing, Donnie: do you suppose you can be with me without pretending you're Raph?

Instead of answering, Don put the trammel aside and ghosted his hands over Mikey's arms and shoulders, up his neck. His palms got a hold on the back of Mikey's head, making the latter look up even more as Don leaned down until their face were inches away.

"Do you want me to?" - he whispered.

"Shell yeeah..." came the response before Mikey reached up and their lips touched.

It was nothing like the kisses they shared only few nights back - passionate up to the point of where passion turned to pain, - this kiss was both tender and hesitant as both seemed to explore a whole new Terra Incognita. Yet somehow it felt even more erotic than before.

When their lips separated, both paused to catch their breath, but their hands never stopped their caresses. Finally Donatello said "We're not fucking on my blueprints". Mikey chuckled nervously "Wasn't counting on it. Where then?"

"Your room fine".

As they were already at the door, Mikey suddenly turned back, frowning: "You didn't really answer me"

"Yes" - Don smiled - "The answer is yes".

As they got to Mikey's room, both could hardly contain anticipation shivers. Donnie knew he had to be completely different now - his brother was expecting him to, and he wanted to live up to his expectations. So when Mikey locked the door and turned to him, he pulled the orange-banded turtle close and set to explore his body slowly from the neck and downwards. Mikey closed his eyes and suppressed a giggle as agile fingers reached the ticklish area at his sides. It worked him up quickly, despite Don's touch being feather like. Pressing to rub his bulging crotch against his taller brother's thigh, Mikey returned the attention he was getting, grinding their plastrons together earning an approving grunt from Donnie.

Slowly and somewhat clumsily, never stopping to kiss and caress each other, the two navigated to Mikey's bed - it was a task considering all the stuff lying around on the floor.

Mikey stopped his backward movement when his ankles touched his mattress. He was so conveniently positioned with his back to the bed and ready to topple over... yet Donnie didn't push him, made no attempt to get horizontal. His bulge was beginning to feel painful yet Don's cock was still sheathed and the youngster didn't want to be the first to drop down.

In a minute or two Mikey was beginning to feel desperate. Kissing, fine, but shouldn't there be some escalation? He felt his brother holding back, restraining himself, and it was so frustrating!

When Donnie's tongue slid across his pulse point for a dozen time, Mikey could wait no more. "Bite me" he urged into Don's ear "I know you want to". Don pulled back to look him in the eyes. His own dark orbs flashed with an inscrutable expression

"Sure about that?"

Mikey nodded.

Donnie kept holding his gaze as his right hand sneaked behind Mikey's back and got hold of the bandana tails. Don pulled them slowly, making Mikey tilt his head back, and then even more back, exposing his neck.

Don slowly trailed his fingers down from Mikey's jaw line to collarbone, enjoying the panting that it had caused. Mikey's eyes were glued to his face. The genius turtle's mouth split in a leer "as you wish" - he husked and nipped at the skin above Mikey's pulse point. He stopped right at the border of the bite being painful and licked and sucked at the offended spot.

Mikey shuddered and dropped down. Don immediately got hold of his released member and pumped it firmly several times. Mikey eagerly thrust into his hand. Don bit him again, right above the collarbone this time, then pushed him back and Mikey finally fell onto the bed, pulling his brother with him.

The olive skinned hand immediately sneaked between sea-green legs and caught Mikey's tail, causing him to gasp :" Donny!" The brainiac silenced him with a kiss, pausing to coax his own cock out and catch them both with one hand. His fingers barely closed around the shafts. Don pumped them together, replacing his mouth on Mikey's with a silencing hand. It was utterly arousing but Mikey didn't need to be worked up any further, what he needed was a release.

The orange banded turtle freed himself from Don's grasp and rolled them over. It was his turn to call the shots. Mikey pushed Donnie's knees aside and positioned himself between his legs. Don braced himself on the elbows and watched with interest the unusual concentration on his younger brother face as the later seemingly tried to hypnotize his cock.

Oh, it was good to be together again! Hiding a smile Donnie tensed his muscles and made his cock jump up and sway. Mikey startled, cast him an accusing glance and leaned in to catch the swaying member into his mouth. It was Don's turn to gasp. Mikey sure knew what he was doing. Donnie fell back onto the sheets and closed his eyes, enjoying the wetness and warmth of his brother's mouth and light touches of Mikey's palm gliding along his thighs and plastron.

It wasn't long before he reached his peak and shot his load up the other's gifted mouth. In few seconds Mikey landed beside, - or more like on top of - him and demanded to be kissed. Donnie obliged, slowly regaining his wits. They parted and he opened his eyes. Mikey was studying him, head tilted aside

"Your turn, Donnie-boy" - the orange banded turtle half-sung and shifted aside to let Donnie switch position. "Gladly" - Don exhaled and kissed him again before returning the favor.