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Honestly, he didn’t know why he expected the night to go any differently. His genius was apparently only limited to things inside the lab, as well as most things outside of it. Except of course, cooking and emotional vulnerability.
While there were some instances that he could whip up a good pan of brownies made from a store-bought mix, that was about the limits of his abilities in the kitchen. Which, typically he didn’t have to worry about going anywhere near. Usually his sweet, wonderful, caring boyfriend would take care of that for the whole family,
But this was exactly the softshells worry.
Every night the small box turtle would work tirelessly to make a delightful dinner for everyone. In the end, all the other families would leave after gorging themselves on their youngest siblings' cuisine. Leaving Mikey to clean up the mess by himself.
With it being their seventh month, four day, and eighteenth hour of dating (though who was counting down to that exact minute except the genius himself), though, he’d decided to cook a romantic dinner for his beloved.
He’d used his genius to get the two eldest out for the night, something about a secret mission that the softshell himself wouldn’t believe was real. Their father practically dealt with himself, leaving around the same time as the others with a lame excuse about meeting up with some old friends from the hidden city.
But that left Donnie alone by himself, in an utterly destroyed kitchen, with no one but himself to blame. Even with how impeccably dressed he was(a cheesy apron that he stole from Mikey that was two sizes too small) he wasn’t too sure that he could seduce his way out of the resident chef's wrath.
Just as the genius had begun trying to scrape the horribly burned pasta noodles from the pan the comedically timed sound of his beloved's voice came from down the hall.
The sickly sweet humming comes to an abrupt stop as the box turtle enters the kitchen. Awkward silence follows, doing nothing to stop the softshells frantically over-correcting brain. First thing that he can think of is to say;
“Hey baby, you’re back a lot earlier than I was expecting.”
—--
After a brutal talking to and a few tutorials from his boyfriend, the genius manages to clean the majority of the kitchen. He even managed to salvage what was almost a pile of ashes from the oven! He’d barely remembered what he had put in the poor dish, but by the time he had washed the dishes it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that Mikey looked a bit more calm at the fact that the kitchen wasn’t a horrible disaster anymore.
Assuming the mood was good now, the older of the two saddles up to the youngest.
When arms wrap around his neck, Mikey is quick to rest his hands on the large hips of his older brother. They slowly rock back and forth in the kitchen before the box turtle leans up, connecting their lips in a teasing kiss that ends up with Donnie on a counter with an eager little brother between his legs.
Just as it's about to get good, a hand teasing its way past the bottom of shorts, Mikey’s stomach growls. Not just a small grumble, but something akin to a lion roaring. The orange turtle blushes a bit, clearing his throat.
“Y’know, usually this is the part I would suggest eating you out, but I seriously haven’t eaten since yesterday.”
Donnie groans, a little upset that the mood was soured slightly once more and the fact that Mikey wasn’t planning on using that devilish tongue on him. Just as he reaches for the phone to order a mediocre pizza, his wrist is seized.
“Hey, no, babe.” Mikey moves to catch the genius's eyes, leaning in to rest against the plump chest of his boyfriend smiling dopely. “I totally appreciate you trying to cook dinner and everything, the sentiment is definitely there and it was so cute that you wanted to do that for me!”
There's a short pause, the air growing slightly thicker as Mikey sinks deeper into his lover's soft embrace.
“Im sensing there’s a ‘but’ coming-”
“You did kind of almost ruin the kitchen, though, and I think I need to teach you a lesson. Mainly a lesson about cooking, and kitchen safety, and probably that you can’t just cook noodles by throwing them in a pot with no water and just some onion-”
Donnie sighs, smiling a little when he realizes his brother is looking up at him with fondness they usually kept for just the bedroom, late at night when no one was around to judge them.
“Okay, fine, my sweet darling Angelo, please lead the way to my special chef’s lesson.”
The box turtle moves out of the way quickly when he realizes that his brother is trying to get off the counter, only a little upset he can't cling and kiss all over his boyfriend while they are alone.
Well, maybe he can work something out.
As soon as Donnie is off the counter and turned away, his chubby little tail wagging from underneath the bow tied neatly on his back, Mikey strikes.
“You wanna know something though?” Arms snake around the slender waist in front of him, looping around to rest on the softshells stomach where he traces slow circles around the softest spot on his lover's plastron, “This apron hugs you in all the right places, baby. Makes me really excited about getting a piece of you tonight.”
Donnie smirks, even though Mikey definitely can't see it do to him being turned away.
“Why wait till tonight?”
—-
That’s how he ended up bent over the counter, Mikey’s hips frustratingly still where they are flush against his ass.
He assumed he’d seduced his way out of the cooking lesson, but was quickly finding out that he was very actively going to be participating in the process. Especially when his brother is tenderly holding his hands, guiding him to cut through the next veggie to add to the stir fry.
Despite the fact the box turtle is buried in his ass, he doesn’t seem to be paying attention to anything except the cooking process, talking his boyfriend through the whole thing despite the fact the softshell was definitely not listening.
Every attempt to grind back onto the thick length ends up getting him a harsh slap against the already tender skin of his ass cheeks, causing his cock to twitch in its little pocket.
The whole experience was driving him mad. While they definitely discussed something akin to cockwarming he didn’t expect it to be like this. And he definitely wasn’t expecting his sweet little brother to fuck his ass tonight, usually his lover preferred to fuck his slit.
By the time he was done reeling about the fact that his little brother's dick was driving him crazy, they’d apparently already moved to be in front of the stove. Mikey was already dumping the ingredients into his wok, the pre-made rice from earlier in the week was added first, then the rest of the veggies and extra meat.
The whole time, the box turtle was slowly grinding against Donnie’s ass. Grinding his cockhead against the deepest parts of the softshells insides. The action causes him to moan, frustratingly pushing back to get more of the amazing feeling.
When Mikey is finally finished adding the sauces and other parts of the dish, Donnie is practically fucking himself onto his dick. The poor thing was so desperate for cock he couldn’t even wait until the main part of the cooking was done to start.
That doesn't matter, obviously he was eager and asking for it.
One hand eases its way to the softshells hip, the usually soft grip going rigid at the first actual thrust of the night.
Donnie shakes against where he's holding himself up against the counter ledge. The sudden pleasure tingling up his spine as his brother's cock glides against his prostate just perfectly.
As Mikey continues thrusting into his ass, his legs become weaker. One hand on his hip is doing nothing to actually keep him upright, it's mostly just there so that Mikey can pull him back into every brutal thrust.
At a particularly perfect jab, he reaches out his hand to find something to hold onto, he ends up knocking his trembling hand against the food on the stove, which Mikey catches onto instantly.
A second later he’s being pulled back by his mask tails, his back arches as far as it can go while his lover somehow thrusts even harder into him.
“If you ruin anything else in this kitchen tonight,” The box turtle pauses his sentence to toss the food around to prevent it from burning before pulling his brother even closer, so his mouth is right next to his ear slit, “you’re remaking the whole thing. And you’re gonna do all of it while I pound your ass until you can’t take it anymore, then I'm just gonna keep going.”
The dirty talk, combined with the way his little brother cock rams perfectly into his prostate has him orgasming so hard he would have fallen to his knees if not for Mikey’s quick reflexes.
He's quickly settled onto the ground, situated into a doggy-style position as his lover continues to pound his ass. While he’s worried about the food burning and being forced to make another meal he doesn’t think that it’ll be long before his boyfriend is unloading inside him.
Just as he thought, Mikey stilled a few seconds later. Pulling the softshells hips flush against him, the box turtle groans deeply as he cums hard.
By the time he’s finally done releasing his load, the stir fry is emitting a wonderful aroma. With surprising gentleness Mikey pulls out of his brother. He moves quickly to pull the wok off the open heat and moves it to another burner, then swiftly moves around where his brother is ass-up, cum leaking on the floor, to grab plates for them.
He quickly plates the fine dish and sets up for the table for a nice romantic dinner for the two of them. He only keeps one chair though, when Donnie is finally up and moving he looks a little confused.
The second he's seated in his boyfriend's lap, he realizes he's in for a long night.