#racey

Casey felt that his brain had liquified the second Raphael had grabbed his thighs to push them apart.

He swore he could hear his brain matter bubble in one last heroic attempt to shoot a message to his body.

But in fact it didn’t, all it managed was for something incoherent to slip from his lips.

Raphael looked good between his legs.

Raphael looked downright beautiful with his mouth stuffed.

Raphael looked even more imposing with a large green mitt pressing down on Casey’s sternum.

Casey’s hips stuttered, eyes unable to remain still, too busy visiting the place that once housed his brain.

“Ra—aph,” Good a coherent name, we’re making progress.

Raphael’s green eyes found him, a sort of prideful gleam adorned his irises when he realsed Casey’s leaking cock with a resounding pop.

What was he trying to say again?

“Yeh, babe?” Raphael lazily stroked Casey’s cock, the natural pink now an angry painful red. He tried swallowing, give his body a chance to do a hard reset and maybe get some of his fucking factory settings to do anything.

But fucking Raphael kept fucking lazily stroking him.

He didn’t want to beg, he’d rather draw blood than beg…

“Ya know I can finish you off like this? I’ve done it before.” Raph tightened his hand just to simply drive the point further. Which only served to make Casey honest to goodness whine pathetically. “Eh— Wheres the fun in that?” His hips do another jerk, chasing the friction in hopes of finding some relief.

Raph noticed.

God, he noticed.

Three free fingers found his neck, gripped his throat in a way that only screamed possessive. Raph tightened his hold, enough to make Casey’s cheeks turn pink.

From lack of blood flow or embarrassment?

Who knew.

Casey’s eyes once again betrayed him, the half roll they did when Raph’s hand began to stroke him faster only serving to prove a point.

“You look better with my hands around your neck, Jones.” Raph’s baritone spoke, the vibration rattling inside of Casey’s chest.

When he felt something thick and wet at his hole, when he felt that initial push that made him gasp and seek air, when Raph was nestled inside of him he felt that if he breathed wrong he’d cum.

The hold on his neck slackened just enough for a reprieve but it served little purpose as Raph gave that first harsh thrust.

“oh—fuuuck,” Casey whimpered, voice shakey and throat raw.

Raph gave another short but hard thrust, purposeful, demanding. He wanted Casey to know he was causing him to crumble.

“I-I’m fucking cl-close…” Casey muttered, eyes dazed, each force of Raph’s thrusts making him babel.

“Already?” Smug bastard, Raph really had him and there was nothing he could do as he continued to fall apart around Raph’s cock.

Casey gripped the sheets when Raph bended him past his breaking point. He wanted to get closer, close enough to whisper in Casey’s ear.

“You’re mine, Jones, all fucking mine.” Raph bit down on his neck. Hard enough to make him shout.