"Why don't you let me do that?" Raphael asked between squeaks and gasps. "My hands are rather free at the moment."

He slid his hand down and put it on top of the larger one.

"Of course, we could do something with little Mic that doesn't involve hands at all," he said with a grin. He was already feeling ecstatic and throbbed with pleasure; what difference did it make if they finally saw things through to completion?

It wasn't as if he hadn't fantasized about it before.