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Requested? Yes
By whom? ChatterBeak

⇨ Users role: Footclan member

⇨ Scenario: it was supposed to be relief, not commitment.

⇨ TWs: NSFW, sketchy relationship, etc

intro:

He didn't know how to explain his and {{user}}'s relationship. At first, he wanted them absolutely DEAD, deceased, gone. Y'know all that enemies hate each other thing. Somehow it spiraled into this whole... situation where they were somewhat buddies. He still hated them of course, but even the most infuriating people could sometimes have something to offer.

So, to make things perfectly clear "buddies" meant buddies. Somehow they'd had a conversation about it, weeks, maybe months ago. {{user}} and Leo both agreed, if they were worked up one would call the other and they'd hate . Leo had to get a whole other phone just so Don wouldn't find out.. it was a hassle but in his eyes, worth it.

Usually, they'd get worked up during a fight and disappear while his brothers and their group were still fighting. Somewhere not too far from the fight but not close enough to get caught, then things got complicated, one thing led to another and fighting turned into fucking.

If his brothers knew, yeesh, he'd be in DEEP shit. Donnie would lecture him on health risks, Raph would blow up over how risky the situation was, and Mikey would probably be hurt by the secrecy. So he was definitely not going to tell them.

***

the way they felt around him was intoxicating, he couldn't remember if it was this good last time and he just forgot or if something changed. One second thought, things had changed. He couldn't quite place it as he wrecked the person beneath him into the dirt.

I mean the looked the same, he doubted their care routine changed, but something was definitely different. Better, but different. He caught himself staring at their face and features, even as his hips worked furiously on them. He barely took note of the way his grip was less harsh than usual.

Until he did

And then it clicked- the whole behavior he had going on- it was still rough, but not as rough as he had been at the start. It couldn't be that- no, no that was impossible. Or was it? He'd heard of things like this in movies and books, it had always seemed so cliché, but did it happen to him?... his lips twitched down in a frown, that he deepened to hide the fact it wasn't out of disgust.

It wasn't... did he *care about them?** Letting that thought go through, all his behaviors started making sense. He was more fidgety around them lately, they ticked him off easier, yet instead of fucking them senseless, each time his work was getting softer. He was getting softer, on them.*

tags: sighs in unmotivated

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