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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_(TV_2012), Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_-
      All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Leatherhead/Michelangelo_(TMNT)
  Character:
      Leatherhead_(TMNT), Michelangelo_(TMNT)
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, Anthropomorphic, Rimming, 69_(Sex_Position), Size_Difference,
      Cute, Established_Relationship, Nonverbal_Communication
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-06 Words: 1664
****** Intimated ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     “Shh.” Mikey whispered, turning so Leatherhead could catch his gaze,
     and he got distracted at the picture he made, sprawled back against
     the wall, head propped against one enormous arm. Those golden eyes
     burning into him. “I heard mutants live down here.”
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Leatherhead was sort of a weird guy, Mikey supposed, but no more than Raph, or
Leo or Master Splinter-who wore a robe all day like only the lamest TV dads
did- and watched soaps in the afternoon, which was probably where he got the
robe idea.

He’d lived in his own little corner of the New York underground for months now,
and it still looked more like a Kraang holding cell, than the lair of a badass
alligator. Crocodile?

Was it rude to ask?

Mikey didn’t know, so he hadn’t asked. Not asking worked better with
Leatherhead most of the time anyway, and even though Donnie would disagree,
Mikey thought simple understanding was way underrated.

Take now for example.

Figure a., Mikey, known as Michelangelo by his crotchety sensei, who lay
plastron to belly on Figure b., Leatherhead.

Figure c., was the thick cock, which had slid slowly from between slick panels,
emerging pink and wet-looking before Mikey’s astonished eyes. He’d known the
big pervert was getting a kick out of looking at his cute lil’ shell, but not
in a full-screen, 3D sorta way. It gave Mikey a thrill, made him swallow and
lift his tail, giving Leatherhead a peek of what was underneath.

“Mikey...” Leatherhead breathed, his name rumbling up and out from his friends
chest vibrating all through Mikey’s shell, down to his toes. Mike fumbled,
letting his comic drop to the floor his movements making the seeping pink cock
dance before his eyes. It swayed enticingly, making Mikey drool more than fresh
pizza, straight from the box.

“Well, hello big guy.” He said teasingly, bending his legs to swing them
coquettishly, each swing giving Leatherhead a quick flash at what lay just
under his shell. Mikey reached out one blunt finger, and stroked the sticky
tip, like rubbing Spike’s chin after he’d eaten fruit, and watched as a shiny
bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Leatherhead groaned under him, his tail
thrashing, making Mikey clutch at his sides like it was an earthquake, except
he was giggling and giggling, the sound loud and echoing in the cavernous
concrete hollow of Leatherhead’s lair.

“Shh.” Mikey whispered, turning so Leatherhead could catch his gaze, and he got
distracted at the picture he made, sprawled back against the wall, head propped
against one enormous arm. Those golden eyes burning into him.“I heard mutants
live down here.”

He grinned to take the sting away, still cautious even after months of
whatever-this-was.

They hadn’t talked about it, not ever, really. Sometimes Mikey came over with
food, and they ate or comics and they’d read. Or sometimes Mikey would just
bring himself, and they’d do this instead. Leatherhead smiled back, just a
swift baring of teeth, but it was enough reassurance to make Mikey turn back,
eyes crossing as he darted forward, tongue lolling out to roll the damp tip
into his mouth.

LH groaned again, louder, hungry sounding, and Mikey rose and fell to the time
of his rushed breathing, allowing the motion to control the natural slide and
slip of the dick in his mouth. It was just wide enough to make his jaw ache, to
make swallowing difficult. Mikey was pretty sure that’s why they hadn’t really
done much more than this, despite plenty of fooling around. Of course they
hadn’t talked about it. It would happen or it wouldn’t. For now, Michelangelo
was content to take a swift breath, and then slurp as much of him as he could
into his mouth, until Leatherhead was growling beneath him, a steady burr that
felt amazing against the growing bulge in his lower plastron, and Mikey could
even feel it rumbling against his tongue.

He pulled up slowly, letting suction do the work, liking the way his mouth
stretched with the motion. Leatherhead was petting his legs, soft and slow, the
occasional press of his claws enough to make Mikey shiver, letting his legs
fall wide.

“Michelangelo...” Leatherhead breathed, and it was his turn to groan, letting
the swollen tip drop off his hanging tongue, smearing along his chin. “May
I...?”

“Yeah, please, yes!” Mikey said, and then swallowed remembering his manners. “
All yours, dude.”

Leatherhead chuckled, but it was a warm, dry sound so Mikey didn’t mind. And
then he felt fingers lifting his tail, spreading him, a huge wet tongue running
across his entrance, making him squeak. That was definitely new.

New, but not bad, and after a few seconds Mikey decided to roll with it.
Leatherhead tasted like sweat and skin, and Mikey closed his eyes as he rolled
his tongue up him, collecting the wet smears of pre-cum that had escaped in his
brief absence.

Another hot, wet lick and Mikey decided he liked it. It was weird but good. And
then Leatherhead curled his tongue, letting it push lightly against his
entrance and Mikey whined. Oh yeah, that was gooood.

“That’s cheating.” He mumbled, and felt Leatherhead pause, pulling that hot,
wonderful tongue away, and Mikey wanted to growl.
“Cheating?” Leatherhead asked, sounding stiff, and Mikey turned back to smile
at him again.

“Yeah, but don’t worry. I got tricks too!” Mikey said. LH’s eyes widened, his
pupils a sharp black slit in the center of his flecked gold iris, and then
Mikey was sliding along slick scales, scooching forward just enough to suck
Leatherhead back into his mouth, and then further, into his throat. Leatherhead
groaned, nosing into his ass again, hot tongue working him wet and open. It
made Mikey moan around the heavy flesh filling his mouth. They hadn’t tried
this yet either, Mikey too afraid of choking up, looking dumb, but he’d been
practicing with Popsicles lately.

THAT had gotten him some weird looks.

It was totally worth though, and Mikey was smirking as he pulled up with a pop,
before sucking him back down. And Leo said he wasn’t a quick learner. He bobbed
his head, eyes squeezing shut, as Leatherhead drove his tongue into him, turgid
with muscle, stretching him just enough to burn. To fill him so deliciously.
Mikey pulled back up, to tell him how good that was, ask him why he hadn’t done
it before, but Leatherhead pushed him back down, one huge hand holding his
shell flat , and how easy it was for him made Mikey shudder, made him speed up,
the slurping noises loud in the silence of the sewer, offset by the soft, ever
present susurrus of rushing water.

Or maybe that was just the blood racing through his ears, it was certainly
making his heart pound. His cock had dropped out, like, ages ago, rubbing wetly
across Leatherhead’s stomach, but Mikey was too far gone to feel any shame. All
he could feel was heat, surrounding him, Leatherhead’s hands hot enough to
brand where they held him trapped and splayed wide. Held him open for the other
mutant’s enjoyment.

Not that he wasn’t enjoying it too. The ache in Mikey’s jaw was getting worse,
and he was starting to sweat, his legs trembling worse than they did after
endurance training, but every flick and curl of Leatherhead’s tongue against
or, holy smokes, in him made his body flush anew.
He could feel blunted claws pressing into his thigh, hard enough to bruise, and
those were going to be hard to explain tomorrow at training, but Mikey didn’t
care. He’d figure something out. It wasn’t like he was going to stop. Not when
those claws were holding him open for Leatherhead’s snout, for the pleasurable
press of his tongue, and jeez, how did the guy get so good at this?

He was making it hard for Mikey to concentrate, to focus on the swollen cock
between his lips, even as the weight of the hand atop his shell assured his
continued attentions. It was kinda hot, actually, used at both ends, and Mikey
ground his cock into LH’s stomach, hard and desperate. Spit was leaking down
his chin, smearing wetly between LH’s legs, and down Mikey’s neck, even as he
slurped as best he could. Popsicles couldn’t really prepare him for this.

He pinched Leatherhead’s leg, squirming upright, away from that wicked tongue,
but still facing his cock, wagging his tail happily. Leaatherhead was breathing
heavily, his muzzle wet from spit, where he’d been eating Mikey out, and that
was really hot too.

Hot enough to make Mikey forget his rules about talking or pushing. Hot enough
that what he was feeling just tumbled out of his mouth.

“Dude, I wish you’d fuck me.” He breathed and Leatherhead’s eyes narrowed to
slits, as he roared, the sound deafening. Cum splashed Mikey’s hands and
plastron, hot and wet, smearing along his own length as Leatherhead came. Mikey
didn’t think he really blinked for the whole thing.

“Michelangelo.” Leatherhead murmured, the sound still louder than a subway
train, and Mikey laid back, letting one hand slide through the goo on his
plastron, before wrapping around his cock. He could feel his body shaking with
his friends racing breath, and it took maybe three, maybe four twists of his
wrist to bring himself off, his toes curling as he came.

Later, after he’d wiped off with a grubby towel Leatherhead had provided him
and they’d eaten the rest of the food he’d brought, and Mikey was about to head
home, Leatherhead grabbed his chin.

Gently, two huge clawed fingers tipping his gaze up and up to make eye contact
with the giant crocodile. Alligator.

Whatever.

“Yeah, dude?” He said, and he was whispering, even though it was just them. He
didn’t know why, but that wasn’t anything new.

“Next time...” Leatherhead rumbled, and Mikey blinked, confused, before his
blue eyes widened in realization, his tummy tightening at just the idea.

“Yeah, really?” He said breathless, and Leatherhead was smiling again, that
glowing slash of teeth. “Really, really?”

“Maybe, really.” Leatherhead said, but he laughed when Mikey blew him a kiss
goodbye.

Maybe that talking stuff wasn’t so overrated.
 
End Notes
     Popsicles probably couldn't prepare anyone for this. For lots of
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