Friday before Valentines. River liked his chocolate gift. He liked it enough apparently that his best friend was kissing him.
Before he could stop himself Ice rolled on top of him, deepening the kiss he had been dreaming about long before Rosa came into the picture. He kept his feelings and his sexual orientation hidden for years, but seeing him broken hearted after she went back to Donnie pushed him to risk it all.
And oh how it paid off, loving River’s sexy reactions since he responded to his kiss. Ice wrapped his fist and tugged at the yellow bandana, exposing the turtle’s throat so he could lick it.
River shuddered and gripped his hair.
He loved it, emitting a low growl as licks turned to nips. Growing bolder at hearing the turtle’s moans getting more intense, Ice opened River’s gakuran to run his paws and claws down his heaving plastron, until he rested his huge furred hands on the slim turtle’s waist to grind against him. He undid the pants of his partner beneath him. River lifted his hips to let the bear pull his pants and boxers off. Ice felt the scaly tail grow pliant as it unfolded under his white furred fingers, exposing the engorged slit and hole.
Ice paused. He resolved to give him time after confessing. River needs space to process his pain over losing Rosa. He’s taking advantage of the yellow turtle’s vulnerability like this. The bear lifted his head, unsure...
Feeling the bear hesitate on top of him, River reached up to his best friend’s face, “Ice, please… I need this,” pleading with sadness in his golden eyes, “I need you.”
The last of his resolve gone, Ice kneeled up to push down his own pants, River helped him tug it down to the knees at the same time he felt the turtle evert.
River moaned and held on when he felt the bear’s hand wrap around his member, arching his back as he felt his partner's hand hold him by the waist and pull his hips up to meet his, rubbing his own against River’s in his fist. Both were panting and grunting, lost in a desperate frenzy by the time they came together, spurting white fluid on their torsos.
“I love you,” Ice murmured into his best friend’s ear before he laid on his side as they both fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.
~🤍💛~
Ice opened his eyes, disoriented. He sat up and put his glasses on to see that it’s already morning, with the overhead lights left on. He looked down at his lap to find his best friend sleeping. Carefully, he eased off under the slumbering turtle, tucking a pillow to replace himself so he could stand up. Looking at the mandarin oranges and peels littering their kotatsu beside drained tea cups, he remembered what happened two nights ago, waking up tangled together the next day, quite like this, except the kotatsu was piled high with chocolates. Realizing that he forgot to commemorate that special night, he grabbed his phone and snapped a photo.
