Insecure

Insecure.
If he were to choose one word that described his situation right now, it would damn straight be this one.
He couldn’t think past the pounding in his head, I don’t know what to do.
It was the first time. First time taking things seriously, first time of actually thinking before engaging in this kind of activity.
He never thought before acting. All the actions he took part in were subconsciously chosen and directed. He never thought of them and about them, it just never came to his mind.
Now however, as he tried to control the situation mentally, he cramped.
He couldn’t breathe. Damn. In, out, in, out, just like Fearless Leader does, oh, it probably wasn’t the best time to think of him but he had to admit, that guy’s methods were pretty effective.
He looked again in those coffee brown eyes, eyes that were waiting for him.
He felt, or more like imagined impatience growing in them.
That didn’t help.
Damn.
He couldn’t do it.
He couldn’t even begin to imagine what he would do now.
Don was waiting for him.
How did HE do it, now that he thought of it? Why wasn’t Donnie as nervous as him?
„How’re you doing it?“
He didn’t mean to actually ask, but no taking back what was once said...
„Doing what?“
Naturally, Don answered with another question. It made him angry which was a welcome relief. He stuck to that anger as the only familiar thing in this whole ordeal.
„What do ya mean, ‚Doing what‘, you know fairly well what I’m talking about.“
Don didn’t speak up.
„Why don’t you say ya’re just scared to admit it?“
Ahh, it felt so good to blame others with his own problems.
„Raph, you...“
And before he knew it, a very knowing look spread across Donnie’s face. He sighed silently which ticked him off.
„Are ya-“
„Raph. Shut. Up.“
He did, much surprised at that kind of retort. Don moved closer, quickly leaned in and began kissing him.
The familiar heat coursed through his veins, it erased rational thoughts and left need.
He already knew how to deal with need.
So he started kissing back, adding even more heat and making Don moan at particularly intricate tongue action.
He smirked.
Now that he was free of rationality, he could own up to his feelings.
He’d been insecure because he was scared of doing something wrong.
Somehow, Don saw this through.
He swore to himself to pay back for this in a breathtaking course of bodily enjoyment.
Right now.
As Don arched into his firey hands, needily urging him on, to go quicker, faster...
...more...
...he knew exactly what to do.
And he did it too.

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