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He’s watched each one of his mates receive a kiss. Ranging from the small peck Leo gave Mikey, to the make out session between Raph and Leo that ended in the bedroom. He’s tried catching any of his mates under the mistletoe, but it seems as if they’re intentionally avoiding it.
It had originally been Mikey’s idea to hang it, an excuse to get extra kisses from his older brothers. And it’s worked, Really well! For everyone except him. He even went through the trouble of finding a proper mistletoe, even going as far as finding the best spot to hang it.
He’s been sulking in his lab since they finished exchanging presents with Casey and April, a new tradition they’d started for every Christmas Eve. His mood shifted when he saw April and Casey kissing under the mistletoe.
He waited until they left to let his anger out, and if somebody saw him hanging around the mistletoe, they didn’t mention it.
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He awoke to a red banded turtle curled protectively around him, their arms circled around his waist. He huffs, and tries to shift out of Raphs arms. He’s met with a grunt of disapproval, and arms wrapping around him tighter. He doesn’t try anything else, and instead settles as far away as he can get while still be close. Raph murmurs something into the back of his shell, and promptly falls back asleep.
He doesn’t do much as he waits for morning to come, just watched the digital clock on his night stand blink closer and closer to seven am sharp. He knew Mikey’s schedule, and knew that he would be bursting into his room at any second. It doesn’t take long before he also has an armful of Mikey, nuzzling into the bottom of his chin. It isn’t the kiss he usually receives when he’s awoken by the orange turtle, and he huffs as he shoves him off.
Mikey doesn’t pay much attention as he leans over and flicks raphs cheeks, beckoning him to wake up so they could start opening presents. He gets Raph to promise to hurrying up before he scurried out of the room, gawking something about Leo already being in the living room. He sighs irritably as he unravels himself from raphs arms, the warmth leaving his body as he exposes himself to the air.
He doesn’t bother putting his gear on, and walks out to meet his brothers in the living room. Mikey’s in the middle of sorting presents as he chatters excitedly at Leo, who doesn’t seem to be paying attention. He decides to sit a ways away from Leo, who turns when he notices him out of the corner of his eye.
His mate smiles at him, and beckons him over. He doesn’t budge though, still peeved at the lack of kisses the past day or two. Leo drops it after noticing his mood, but still moved just a little closer. Just enough so his foot was making light contact.
It takes another 15 minutes before Raph joins them in the living room, plopping down onto Leo’s leg so he can rest against Donnie. Leo’s grunts as he tries to get Raph off his leg, giving up when Mikey beams at everyone, handing each a small gift to start.
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Donnie’s mood gets a little better as they finish opening presents. His mates were so thoughtful when it came to getting him things. He carries the pile of gifts into his designated space, carefully laying them down so he can come back to them later.
He walks back out into the living room, where Mikey is excitedly chattering on the phone with April about the gifts he got. He smiles when he realizes he’s showing off one of the gifts he got him.
He makes his way into the kitchen, where Leo is preparing them tea and coffee respectively. He watched as he tops off the brew with a festive creamer, something like sugar cookie, before turning to meet Donnie.
He takes the cup as it’s handed to him, and accepts the chaste kiss pressed to his cheek before Leo leaves the room. It’s an improvement from what he’d been getting, but he still wants an actual kiss.
He walks into the living room, and frowns as he sees raph and Mikey sharing a kiss under the mistletoe. He lets it go though, as he sits on the couch. He turns the tv on to a holiday special, sipping on his coffee as he gets comfortable.
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He must have fallen asleep sometime during the movie, considering there was a blanket covering him, and a noticeable lack of a coffee cup in his hands. He looks around aimlessly for a clock that would display the time accurately, and lands on one that’s proudly displaying 1:48 PM.
His mood sours past any point he’s reached in the past few days.
It’s one thing that he hadn’t received any kisses under the mistletoe, but he had slept through the entirety of the Christmas morning. He leans his head back with his eyes closed, willing the tears not to come.
He doesn’t notice the shifting behind the couch, or the slight rustle of leaves.
He does, however, notice when he opens his eyes the clove of mistletoe dangling above his head. And he notices as warm lips are planted against his, while 2 pairs of hungry hands make their way up his body, the warm puffs of air tickling his neck as they lave kisses their as well.