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Finally.
Kenji has the room to himself. Being one of six siblings is tough shit, especially being one of the eldest. He can't have shit to himself. Not with Mari breathing down his neck, and not with Delilah bugging him half to death.
He finally has time to think about Leo.
The red banded turtle makes quick work of the bedroom lock, already shucking off his gear and abandoning it halfway over to the nest. He doesn't care if they all sleep there, he'll wash the bedding. His shell is tight, cock aching in his slit, desperate with the fresh images of Leo practicing his katas. His body glistens with a fresh sheen of sweat, yet still somehow so perfect. Just the right amount of shiny. His muscles pull together, tendons flexing under his skin, knuckles defined under the pressure of his hold on his katanas.
He's so perfect.
Kenji gets to work, sucking in a breath as he plops down on the futon, thumbing at his parting slit to allow his erection to finally drop down after holding it in so long. His slit is puffy, leaking slick, and his dick slides out easily, throbbing and needy from all the time he had to endure just looking at his momma.
His mind fleets back to him, his voice instructing them of their positions. His gentle touch as he corrects Kenji's hold on the bo. The encouraging looks thrown his way as he calls out a stance. His momma is perfect in every way. He wants nothing more than to put his hands on him.
"Fuck.. Momma.." The young turtle groans needily as he begins to tug. "Such a good momma.. know how to treat me.."
He lets his head roll back with a groan, swiping his thumb over the leaking head of his cock. Leo, in all his glory, standing strong, showing off his figure, his curve, his sultry demeanor. His "look but don't touch" attitude gets Kenji so fucking riled up, sometimes he feels he can't handle it.
"Gonna bend you over.." He gets louder as he pumps furiously, bucking his hips up to meet his hand. He imagines it's Leo's pussy, clenching tightly around him. He squeezes his shaft to aid to that illusion.
"Gonna fuck you so good momma.." Leo's fucked out face appears in his mind. His tongue hanging from his mouth, eyes crossed with the pure pleasure his son wants so badly to give him. It's just not the time yet. He'll know when it's time.
"Know you're a whore, momma.." He growls to himself. He can almost hear Leo's slutty screams vividly in his head, spending countless nights listening to his father pull the dirtiest words from his luscious lips. "Know you'll take my cock easy.. be my bitch.."
His orgasm starts to run up on him, and he lies on his back, panting, gritting his teeth to muffle his noises and save back whatever volume he can.
Then he shakes his head. "Nah... Hope you can.. ngh.. hear me.." He breaths. His head falls back against a pillow. "You're mine momma.. mine.. mine.. mine..!"
His voice lilts in pleasure as his orgasm hits him ridiculously hard. There hasn't been a single non extravagant orgasm since he realized his goal when puberty hit. Leo was his, all his, and he was gonna let him know that. No matter what.
...
Leo stays off to the side of the door, face flushed, and his heart pounding. He knows he shouldn't - fuck, he knows this is so wrong, but even thinking that has him so fucking wet, he doesn't know what to do with himself. He should go in there and correct this. But in complete honesty, he couldn't guarantee correcting wouldn't be what happens when he goes in there. It's been something he'd been battling for longer than he would even admit to himself.
God, he wants his fifteen year old son to bend him over and fuck him so stupid. He wants him to make him his bitch. Shit, it'd be so fucking hot if Kenji came in him over and over again, trying to get him pregnant. Wants him to leave teeth marks deep in his body that everyone can see, knowing it was he who claimed him.
The prospect alone has him weak in the knees. His baby boy, wanting him so badly. Heat builds rapidly between his legs, and at this rate, everyone's gonna be able to smell it on him.
As much as the word "wrong" blares in his head, his arousal increases ten fold. It's a vicious, endless cycle, one that gets harder to break from every passing second.