The same weird French Girl lost in IkeVamp

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Raphael is walking through the aisles of the grocery store, basket in hand, trying to find everything they need for dinner tonight. With a single earbud in his ear playing music, it is just a normal grocery trip.

Feeling his phone go off in his pocket he pulls it out, thinking someone was adding something to the already ever growing list.

Without actually looking, he opens the notification and plays the voice message that is attached while grabbing something on the top shelf. He barely has the item in the basket when his ear is filled with moans. He nearly dropped the jar onto the floor, which would have caused it to shatter.

"Ahh-hh fuck!" Panting. "M-more! Ungh ahhh!" The moans got louder and louder while he could also hear the sound of skin slapping against itself.

Raphael stood frozen in the aisle for a moment, trying to calm down so that his face wouldn't get so red. He knows that moan anywhere.

Leonardo wanted him to go get groceries so that he could fuck Michelangelo!

He unlocks his phone as the audio is still going, not even bothering to pause it, and actually looks at the message this time. Yep. It's Leonardo.

They have been doing this on and off for a few months now. They have a separate chat where they just send audio, video, and pictures of fucking Michelangelo.

"You can be louder than that, amore," Leonardo's voice is tender for once. He almost never sounds like a lover. "Tell me how much you're enjoying this."

Even though it is just audio, Ralphael is just staring at his phone, his cheeks flushing since the moans have never stopped.

"Ungh.. your cock feels so good!"

Raphael can basically imagine how Michelangelo looks laying in the bed. His legs open. His hands balled up into the sheets, squirming from pleasure.

"It's the best, isn't it?"

"M-my favorite co-fuck Daddy!"

Leonardo must have hit him in the perfect spot. And then the audio ends.

Raphael can't move. The only thing he has done is cover his mouth with his hand.

Still staring at his phone, Leonardo never sends just one.

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And image. Raphael didn't even know if he was alone in the aisle, and yet he stared at the image of cum leaking out of Michelangelo. His thighs are red from abuse.

He had to rip his eyes away and shove his phone in his pocket. He was already standing in one spot for way too long. He tried taking a few deep breaths to calm down

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"Who the hell-"

Leonardo pulls his phone out of his back pocket. While out in the city doing odd jobs, he normally didn't pay too much attention to his phone. He just wanted to get the job done and go. But with his phone blowing up he needed to check.

He realized a moment too late which chat he was opening. The moment he saw Michelangelo's naked body on his phone he couldn't tear his eyes away.

The first was a video. Michelangelo on top of Raphael, riding him. Michelangelo has his hands on Raphael's torso to keep him steady as he bounces up and down on him, moaning. Raphael has one of his hands on his thigh, squeezing it.

"You're doing so good, Tesoro. I can't believe you want my cum so badly."

Michelangelo whines as he fucks himself harder, panting.

The video ends.

Next video. New angle. Michelangelo is laying down on his back. Raphael's cock is fucking him slowly as if he is riding out his high. Faint red marks can be seen on his thighs as if he has been bitten. The camera slowly pans up. The red on his hips sticks out much more against the pale skin around it.

Raphael must have had a near death grip on him. His limp cock is laying against his stomach, cum on his stomach, leading up to his chest. Even his nipples are red and bothered.

Getting up to his face, moans escape from his plump lips, aggravated from kissing. His face seemed wet, and fresh tears seemed to be forming at the corners of his eyes. His hands were above his head, very loosely tied with a ribbon.

Michelangelo brought his arms down to wipe his face. His hands could have easily slipped out of the ribbon if he wanted to.

"You're so pretty. Tell me you're pretty," his voice was almost a whisper. He thrusted in harder, making his body jerk and his moans get higher.

His arms didn't move, his forearm laid over his eyes, too embarrassed to look up at him. "H-harder," his voice was raspy.

"Tell me that you are pretty first. Then I'll give you whatever you want."

He bites his lip, his face is even more flushed. "I-I'm... Pretty."

"Good boy," he praises.

"I love y..your cock the most."

The camera stayed on Michelangelo's face, but it was clear that Raphael's thrusts were picking up in pace. "Oh? Tell me more."

Michelangelo bit his lip. "B-bigger," he moaned. "M-much better." He tiled his head back and the video cut off.

Leonardo's jaw was dropped.

The last notification was an image of Michelangelo on the bed, another load of his own cum over his body, his legs open as if he is waiting to be filled again.

"Fuuuuck," Leonardo groans. He puts his phone away, knowing he won't be home until nightfall.

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Raphael ignored it.

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Being at work, he can't just look at his phone. So he lets it buzz. Working on restoring a painting, you can't just take a break.

Once he gets to a good stopping point, it's hours later, and he forgot how many times his phone buzzed.

He sits down to rest and opens his phone.

A video from Leonardo. He knew exactly what this was going to be but opens it anyway.

Video. The phone seems to be propped up against the headboard. Michelangelo's face isn't far from the camera. Rolled over, Leonardo is holding his ass in the air as he pounds into him. Michelangelo's moans get louder and louder with each thrust.

"God you're such a whore," Leonardo growls. He reaches a hand around and strokes Michelangelo's cock, immediately getting him to squirm.

"No no no not yet!"

"I told you that we're going to see how much I can milk you. Now be good for Daddy and cum."

Michelangelo buries his face into the mattress, nearly screaming in pleasure.

Video ends.

Followed by another video. Michelangelo is in the same position, only thing different is that Leonardo is laying over him rather than sitting up behind him.

Gripping his shoulders to keep him in place, Leonardo thrusts into him faster than Michelangelo can moan.

Leonardo lets go of one of his shoulders to be able to grab his hair and pull his head to the side, kissing his neck.

Leonardo glances at the camera and grabs Michelangelo's jaw, making him look at the camera. "Look at how cock drunk amore mio is. All you ever want is to be filled to the brim with cum."

His fingers squeeze his cheeks to make him open his mouth. "That's the hole I'm going to fuck next."

The phone falls from how much the bed is shaking. "I'm going to plug your ass to make sure you don't lose any cum."

Video ends.

Raphael knows his face is flushed and he is doing his best to keep his lap covered. He is taking a lunch break., and since he isn't too far from home he could rush home and solve this downstairs issue of his. Ugh. But no.

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Leonardo is laying on the couch, taking a small nap when the buzz wakes him up. After moving his hand around, he finally finds his phone. The light blinds him for a moment so he opens the message without looking.

But seeing the image his eyes quickly adjust. It's Michelangelo. He took a photo of himself in a set of lingerie he hasn't seen before.

Wait a minute. That's not at a store. He is back in his bedroom.

As quickly as he can he gets off the couch and rushes back to his room, not even knocking on the door. He barges in to see Michelangelo sitting on Raphael's lap, who is sitting on the bed.

He didn't look at the details of the photo too well. It was really Raphael who took it.

"Someone yelling your name won't wake you up, but a photo of Tesoro will?"

"He looks so beautiful, why wouldn't I want to rush over and see." He walks over and gently moves Michelangelo's hair to one side to kiss his neck.

Michelangelo let out a soft moan, leaning his head to the side. Meanwhile, Raphael is pouting, and the hands that were resting on his hips wrap around him and close the gap between them.

"That's right," Leonardo chuckles. "You never learned to share."

"You know," Michelangelo finally speaks up, his voice starting out soft. "I would really like to do it with both of you," he isn't quite sure how to word it since the two of them barely get along well enough to live together. Would they be okay with that? Then again, they are going to keep fighting over him which is exactly what he wants.

"Amore mio," Leonardo's voice sounds light, almost calming as he runs a hair through the blonde hair, tugging it just enough to make him look up at him, but not enough for any pain. "We'll have to cancel those dinner plans if that's what you want."

Raphael's fingers play with the straps on his lingerie. There might be very little fabric, and very little is left to the imagination, but he still wanted to rip it off of him.

"Or would you rather have us as your birthday dinner," Raphael says before kissing the other side of his neck, while giving his ass a squeeze.

"I-I want you." It almost sounded like he didn't want to admit it, even though this isn't the first time. It can be so hard to ask the two of them.

"I guess for your birthday we can manage. Isn't that right?" Raphael looks past Michelangelo to look up at Leonardo.

"Don't ask me. You're the one that can't share." He sits on the bed next to them and grabs Michelangelo by the jaw to bring him in for a kiss.

Only it wasn't just a kiss. Almost immediately there was tongue involved. Michelangelo moaned and his hips started grinding against Raphael.

Pouting, Raphael yanks Leonardo's hand away and does the same thing.

"Since you want his mouth so bad," Leonardo smirks, not even finishing his sentence. He grabs Michelangelo's hips and pulls him off of Raphael's lap and onto the bed, which also tore their lips apart.

"Hey!"

"You just want everything I have, don't you?" Leonardo's hand went under the lingerie to grab his bare ass. "You look so beautiful in this, amore. I think I'll keep it on when I fuck you."

With ease he slid a finger in his ass, causing him to quickly get into position; getting on his knees and lifting his ass up.

"You can get seconds," Leonardo smirked at Raphael.

There was no use fighting over it now. Raphael would just have to deal with it.

Raphael stood up off the bed to get his pants off, while also getting his shirt off.

While he is getting on the bed, Leonardo is using his free hand to get his pants loose; all while adding another fingers to loosen him up. Michelangelo just kneels there moaning. This is exactly what he wants. He doesn't want to get in the middle of their arguing at all, be wants to hear them bicker back and forth fighting over him.

"Get off your elbows, Tesoro." Rather than making him be on all fours, Raphael sat in front of him, his cock perfectly aligned with his mouth once his top half lays down.

Michelangelo took one glance down before doing as he was told. His chest lay on the bed and one of his hands wraps around the base of his cock while his tongue moistens the tip, getting a taste of precum.

Raphael moans the moment he feels the warmth of his tongue. Seeing how they already got started, Leonardo skips adding a third finger and fully gets his pants off.

Michelangelo whines when he feels empty, but can feel the dip in the bed where Leonardo is getting settled behind him.

With just moving the lingerie to the side, Leonardo slides his cock in. Just simply pushing the tip in before sliding in the rest.

Michelangelo's free hand balls up in the sheets while the other starts to tighten around Raphael's cock, making him wince for a moment.

"Ahh-hh. Fuck you're so big," he whines while trying to adjust himself, wanting to lift his ass up higher.

Leonardo eases himself in while Michelangelo licks at Raphael's cock. The hand at his base slowly starting to rub him.

Once he seems adjusted Leonardo holds his hips and starts to thrust, giving no attention to how he is treating the other cock.

"Ungh, you're so tight." Leonardo makes sure to look at Raphael. "I can't wait to stretch you out."

Raphael glares at him and runs a hand through Michelangelo's hair, so that when he starts sucking his tip, he pushes him further down.

The blonde doesn't resist at all. He opens up his throat the best he can, his lips touching the top of his hand. He plays with his hair as he sucks.

"Good boy," he praises. "It's like your mouth was made to suck cock."

You can barely hear the moans he is trying to make with his mouth now stuffed. Leonardo thrusts harder, trying to drive himself deeper into him. As Michelangelo starts bobbing his head, his body is jerked forward, making him take more of Raphael's cock down his throat.

It is like Michelangelo is fucking his own throat with the help of Leonardo. Raphael leans back in his elbows to get a better view, watching his cock disappear into his lips that are so perfectly curved around him.

Michelangelo finally opens his eyes and looks up at Raphael, wanting to keep eye contact as if he is asking for praise.

"You're doing so good, Tesoro," he will give him praise at any time. Your mouth might be the better hole."

With that, Michelangelo tries getting even more of him in his mouth, wanting to please him the best he can.

Leonardo is wasting no time getting rough with his hole, moaning when his cock reaches as deep as it can go.

Raphael leans his body weight to one side to reach up and let his hair down. Even with his mouth stuffed he can clearly hear the moan Michelangelo made while watching that.

With the ribbon, he sits up and pulls Michelangelo's hair back as best he can in the current position and ties it up before laying back down. "Now I can see that beautiful face of yours."

Raphael's voice hitches as Michelangelo laps his tongue under the head of his cock before going up and licking the slit. Lifting his head up, he wants to tease him by just sucking his tip. Raphael leans his head back and moans.

As he is starting to bob his head up and down he suddenly stops. Raphael looks up to see Leonardo leaned over Michelangelo, his hand wrapped around his hips to rub his cock. His face is by his neck and Raphael just knows he has the intention of biting him.

Not that he meant for a growl to come out, but he is sure one did. He sits up and pushes Leonardo back. "Stay over there!"

"You're clearly not giving him enough attention."

Michelangelo is starting to squirm the more Leonardo plays with his cock.

"You wanted that side so stay on it."

Michelangelo looks up at Raphael as he tries to get the momentum back. He starts to suck again before bobbing his head up and down.

Raphael feels so close to cumming. If it wasn't for Leonardo doing that he probably would have. His breathing picks up. "Unngh.. Tesoro.." he can't help but grab that ponytail that he made and push his head down. His hips do small thrusts down his throat. He is trying to be mindful but he so badly wants to fuck him.

Within moments, hot cum was shot down Michelangelo's throat. His mouth was full as Raphael pulled his cock out.

Michelangelo quickly swallowed before coughing some. Before Raphael could wipe his lips clean, he started to lick his cock, wanting to lick it clean. Now his moans are more audible.

"And that's why I get to fuck him first," Leonardo huff, trying to prove that he is right.

"You finish just as fast when he's sucking you off," Raphael glares.

"And you finish even faster when you fuck his ass." He thrusts into him harder. Michelangelo can only whine and moan at this point. From Raphael's view, he has his tongue sticking out, cum on it and all over his lips, panting. Not that he wasn't still hard, but the view was getting him stiffer. He just wanted Leonardo to hurry up.

Still playing with his cock, Leonardo can feel Michelangelo's legs trembling. He already has a pool of cum in his hand, he had cummed so quickly he barely noticed.

"Go on and cum again for me, amore, and I'll fill you up too." He's able to use the cum as a lube and rub him faster.

Michelangelo squirms even more like he is trying to get away, whining louder. He only came once but his mind is so fizzy. He rests his head on Raphael's thigh, no longer able to keep it up.

The look on his face told Raphael that he was cumming. As he squeezed around Leonardo, he couldn't help but cum himself. Making sure that he is deep in him as he does, lightly humping him to get it all out.