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That and Leatherhead won’t let me carry any of the more breakable things.”\n\n“I’m not going to risk it,” Leatherhead stated as he entered the lair. “You stick to the piles assigned to you.”\n\n“Just so you know, I haven’t dropped a single box all day,” Mikey said before sticking out his tongue. “I swear I have no idea why you guys still treat me like a child.” \n\nAs they moved Donnie’s equipment out of his lab, they moved in several things from Leatherhead’s lair, including Leatherhead’s large nest of a bed. \n\nDonnie watched as they set it up and couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. It was a good thing that they had cleared everything out of his lab or that bed wouldn’t have fit. \n\nWhen they were done, it had taken them a little over seven hours to do it all. Mikey and Leo left the room, Don could no longer call it his lab, and went off to do their own thing so Don could set it up with Leatherhead. \n\nThey spent a few more hours arranging everything and unpacking Leatherhead’s things. Don was grateful that he got to keep one multi-screen, computer set up in the room that was connected to Bishop’s compound and cameras that were in and around the lab. \n\nHe also had several fiction books, organized on a bookshelf with a comfortable chair next to it and a reading lamp standing behind the chair. He never really had room for the books before and they had been kept in a box, out of sight out of mind. Maybe now he will have time to read all off the books that he had planned on eventually getting to. \n\nLeatherhead’s bed took up a good portion of the floor but the room still looked empty and large. “This is going to take some getting used to. It’s so… open and uncluttered. It’s too quiet in here.”\n\n“Change is never easy,” Leatherhead stated. “But often times, worth it. You are not alone in this, my love.”\n\n“I’m already finding it hard to breathe in here,” Donnie admitted while ringing his fingers together. “I… I think I’m having a panic attack.”\n\nLeatherhead wrapped his arms around Donnie and held him tight. He nuzzled Don’s neck and spoke softly, “It’s alright. I’ve got you and I’m not going anywhere. We can talk anything through that you need to work out. We’ll take on every task together. Let go of the stress.”\n\n“Let’s go set up the lab,” Donnie said, pleading as he tried to get his breathing under control. “I want to be able to get back to work as soon as possible. It’s just an unorganized mess over there right now.”\n\n“We’ll set the lab up in the morning,” Leatherhead said softly. “Nothing is going to happen to it.”\n\n“I need to get back to work,” Donnie insisted. “They’re depending on me. I need to figure out how all those thing work. I need to keep Raph and the innocent people of New York safe. I’ve been out for days, which means the Dragons are way ahead of me now.”\n\n“Everything is fine,” Leatherhead soothed. “Bishop has a team of scientists working for him. Come to bed with me.”\n\nBurying his face in Leatherhead’s chest, Donnie shook his head. “I need to work. I need to do something. I can’t just do nothing.”\n\nLeatherhead sighed and looked around the room then his eyes fell on a box. A small smile turned up the ends of his mouth. “We’re not done setting up this room yet.”\n\n“We’re not?” Donnie looked around the room. With his mind set on a task, his tension slipped away. “What’s in that box?” He pulled out of Leatherhead’s embrace and walked over to the taped up package. “Why is this one taped?”\n\nPulling out his utility knife, Don cut the box open and pulled the flaps apart before Leatherhead had the chance to answer. As soon as he saw what was in the box, he closed it again and turned his head to make sure the door to the lab was closed. \n\n“We still need to find somewhere to put those things,” Leatherhead suggested. “I’m sure we can find a few useful places for them… before we put them away.”\n\n“Just make sure the door’s locked,” Donnie said in a small voice as a blush spread across his beak. \n\nAs Leatherhead made his way over to the door, Don caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. It hadn’t dawned on him to look at himself before, to see all the damage. He had other things on his mind. Things more important than seeing what he looked like. \n\nTears filled his eyes as he walked up to the mirror and looked himself over. How could they all say that he looked good? He ran his fingers over the burn marks and deep groves in his plastron. He could calculate from the scar patterns the intensity of the blast, his proximity to it and how he was facing when it went off. \n\nHe could tell the severity of the burns by the way they had healed and he ran his fingers over the rippled flesh, noting that the surface was numbed to the touch. His hand moved up to his face and over the scar that covered his jaw, extending to his chin and up his cheek. He could see where his arms had protected the rest of his face and how he had crossed them in an attempt to protect himself. He turned a little to look at his carapace and noticed the cracks from when he was thrown against the wall by the blast. There wasn’t much of his body that wasn’t covered in scars. \n\nAs he turned away, Leatherhead was there for him. Donnie crashed into his love’s waiting arms and pressed himself against his broad chest. He cried in Leatherhead’s arms as his sobs wracked his body. “I almost died.”\n\n“You’re still here,” Leatherhead soothed. “You’re alive.”\n\nIt was crushing for Leatherhead to know that there wasn’t much he could do for Don, that this was a process that Don had to work out in his own time. But, he be damned if he let Donnie slip into depression over it. He needed to pull Donnie away from that train of thought before he was consumed by it. \n\nHe lifted Donnie and carried him to the bed. Don kept his face buried in Leatherhead’s neck with his arms wrapped tightly around him and didn’t let go when Leatherhead tried to put him down. “How can you even look at me,” Donnie mumbled. \n\n“When I look at you I do not see the scars, all I see is my soul mate,” Leatherhead answered. “You’re touch can sooth the rage, the savage beast, which threatens to takeover. You are my beacon in the night. I would be lost without you.”\n\nDonnie relaxed his grip and kissed along Leatherhead’s jaw, “That was so cheesy.”\n\n“I’m a genius not a poet,” Leatherhead quipped. \n\n“I… I need you to help me take my mind off of all of this,” Donnie pleaded, breathlessly. “I can’t be allowed to focus on these things, on all the possibilities. It would just drive me crazy. I need you.”\n\n“I know, my love. I’m already thinking of ways to distract you. I’ll get the restraints,” Leatherhead rasped as he set Donnie on the bed. \n\n“The restraints?” Donnie felt himself tremble a little but it was from excitement not fear. “Really?”\n\n“It’s been awhile,” Leatherhead nodded as he pulled them from the box. He walked over and sat next to Donnie then held out the leather straps. \n\nDonnie lifted his hands to take the belts from Leatherhead and he felt the excitement fill him. One by one, Donnie put each on Leatherhead. He started by securing Leatherhead’s mouth closed then placed straps on each wrist, tightening them just enough. Leatherhead stayed calm and lied back on the bed while Donnie worked. \n\nBack when they first wanted to try having Donnie top, they were afraid that Leatherhead might have a bad reaction and become violent. So, as a precaution, they bound him and chained him to the wall. Leatherhead had stayed in control the whole time but the feel of the straps against his skin had become ingrained in his memory. Now anytime he desired Donatello all he had to do was wear the leather strappings on his wrists.\n \nThey no longer chained him to the wall or bound his tail; it was just the feeling of having them on that Leatherhead liked. \n\nAs the hormones took over and his mind fogged, Donnie’s worries diminished. Being with Leatherhead has always been a welcome distraction any time he was overworked or anxious. \n\nDonnie kissed the end of Leatherhead’s mouth then worked his way down his neck to his chest. Leatherhead rumbled as Donnie moved lower and grazed over his cloaca. Donnie licked along the slit then stuck his tongue inside. The goal was to arouse Leatherhead enough to get him to open up but not so much that his penis came out. \n\nAfter two years together, Donnie knew how to read his lover and when he was ready. He stuck his finger inside of Leatherhead’s cloaca, just to confirm what he already knew. The inside was slick with Leatherhead’s natural lubricant and the velvety walls pulsated in response to the stimulus. \n\nDon gave himself a few good pumps before straddling Leatherhead’s tail and pushing inside. There was a mild amount of pain as he was breached but it faded quickly. With his hands pressed against Leatherhead’s stomach, Donnie set a steady pace of long, fluid strokes. \n\nDespite their size difference, Donnie was big enough to reach Leatherhead’s prostate so the large gator received as much pleasure out of the encounter as Don. Leatherhead’s hand traced down the tight, whipcord like muscle of Donnie’s arm as he hummed. \n\nDon could feel Leatherhead’s stomach muscles flex as another deep hum sounded from his lover. Leatherhead was one who moved around a lot during sex, even arching his back and bucking his hips so much that he lifted Donnie, throwing the small turtle off balance for a moment. \n\nLeatherhead thoroughly enjoyed having Donnie inside of him. He looked down his long snout to watch as Donnie’s eyes glaze over. When Donnie realized that he was being watched, he blushed and chuckled lightly. He leaned forward and kissed Leatherhead’s chest. “I love you.”\n\nLeatherhead’s nails dug into the bed and his tail thumped hard on the floor as they finished together. Donnie’s churr was different when he topped as opposed to when he bottomed. It was deeper and resonated in his chest where his other was higher pitched, throaty and tender. Leatherhead loved the sound of them both because he knew that Donnie couldn’t fake them. \n\nDonnie staggered a few final thrusts, trying to make the experience last a little longer. Once he was done, Don slipped off to the side of Leatherhead and scooted up to remove the strap from around his snout. \n\nLeatherhead open and closed his mouth a few times before rolling over to curl up around Donnie. “Sleep, my love.”\n\n“It does help, having you here,” Donnie admitted in a groggy voice. “I always feel relaxed after a good orgasm.” Leatherhead watched Donnie drift off and listened to his steady breathing before drifting off to sleep himself. \n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Donnie sat back and watched as Leatherhead and his brothers moved his equipment. They weren’t letting him do any work and it annoyed him to no end. “I’m not an invalid,” he griped as Leo passed. “I’m fully healed, you know.”
“You just got out of the hospital,” Leo paused and turned to look at him. “You just relax while we move it all and you can situate everything to your liking when we’re done.” He then turned and continued down his path.
“I liked it all where it was,” Donnie pouted, crossing his arms over his plastron.
“Don’t worry Donnie,” Mikey beamed at him. “I’m making sure to be extra careful with your stuff. That and Leatherhead won’t let me carry any of the more breakable things.”
“I’m not going to risk it,” Leatherhead stated as he entered the lair. “You stick to the piles assigned to you.”
“Just so you know, I haven’t dropped a single box all day,” Mikey said before sticking out his tongue. “I swear I have no idea why you guys still treat me like a child.”
As they moved Donnie’s equipment out of his lab, they moved in several things from Leatherhead’s lair, including Leatherhead’s large nest of a bed.
Donnie watched as they set it up and couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. It was a good thing that they had cleared everything out of his lab or that bed wouldn’t have fit.
When they were done, it had taken them a little over seven hours to do it all. Mikey and Leo left the room, Don could no longer call it his lab, and went off to do their own thing so Don could set it up with Leatherhead.
They spent a few more hours arranging everything and unpacking Leatherhead’s things. Don was grateful that he got to keep one multi-screen, computer set up in the room that was connected to Bishop’s compound and cameras that were in and around the lab.
He also had several fiction books, organized on a bookshelf with a comfortable chair next to it and a reading lamp standing behind the chair. He never really had room for the books before and they had been kept in a box, out of sight out of mind. Maybe now he will have time to read all off the books that he had planned on eventually getting to.
Leatherhead’s bed took up a good portion of the floor but the room still looked empty and large. “This is going to take some getting used to. It’s so… open and uncluttered. It’s too quiet in here.”
“Change is never easy,” Leatherhead stated. “But often times, worth it. You are not alone in this, my love.”
“I’m already finding it hard to breathe in here,” Donnie admitted while ringing his fingers together. “I… I think I’m having a panic attack.”
Leatherhead wrapped his arms around Donnie and held him tight. He nuzzled Don’s neck and spoke softly, “It’s alright. I’ve got you and I’m not going anywhere. We can talk anything through that you need to work out. We’ll take on every task together. Let go of the stress.”
“Let’s go set up the lab,” Donnie said, pleading as he tried to get his breathing under control. “I want to be able to get back to work as soon as possible. It’s just an unorganized mess over there right now.”
“We’ll set the lab up in the morning,” Leatherhead said softly. “Nothing is going to happen to it.”
“I need to get back to work,” Donnie insisted. “They’re depending on me. I need to figure out how all those thing work. I need to keep Raph and the innocent people of New York safe. I’ve been out for days, which means the Dragons are way ahead of me now.”
“Everything is fine,” Leatherhead soothed. “Bishop has a team of scientists working for him. Come to bed with me.”
Burying his face in Leatherhead’s chest, Donnie shook his head. “I need to work. I need to do something. I can’t just do nothing.”
Leatherhead sighed and looked around the room then his eyes fell on a box. A small smile turned up the ends of his mouth. “We’re not done setting up this room yet.”
“We’re not?” Donnie looked around the room. With his mind set on a task, his tension slipped away. “What’s in that box?” He pulled out of Leatherhead’s embrace and walked over to the taped up package. “Why is this one taped?”
Pulling out his utility knife, Don cut the box open and pulled the flaps apart before Leatherhead had the chance to answer. As soon as he saw what was in the box, he closed it again and turned his head to make sure the door to the lab was closed.
“We still need to find somewhere to put those things,” Leatherhead suggested. “I’m sure we can find a few useful places for them… before we put them away.”
“Just make sure the door’s locked,” Donnie said in a small voice as a blush spread across his beak.
As Leatherhead made his way over to the door, Don caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. It hadn’t dawned on him to look at himself before, to see all the damage. He had other things on his mind. Things more important than seeing what he looked like.
Tears filled his eyes as he walked up to the mirror and looked himself over. How could they all say that he looked good? He ran his fingers over the burn marks and deep groves in his plastron. He could calculate from the scar patterns the intensity of the blast, his proximity to it and how he was facing when it went off.
He could tell the severity of the burns by the way they had healed and he ran his fingers over the rippled flesh, noting that the surface was numbed to the touch. His hand moved up to his face and over the scar that covered his jaw, extending to his chin and up his cheek. He could see where his arms had protected the rest of his face and how he had crossed them in an attempt to protect himself. He turned a little to look at his carapace and noticed the cracks from when he was thrown against the wall by the blast. There wasn’t much of his body that wasn’t covered in scars.
As he turned away, Leatherhead was there for him. Donnie crashed into his love’s waiting arms and pressed himself against his broad chest. He cried in Leatherhead’s arms as his sobs wracked his body. “I almost died.”
“You’re still here,” Leatherhead soothed. “You’re alive.”
It was crushing for Leatherhead to know that there wasn’t much he could do for Don, that this was a process that Don had to work out in his own time. But, he be damned if he let Donnie slip into depression over it. He needed to pull Donnie away from that train of thought before he was consumed by it.
He lifted Donnie and carried him to the bed. Don kept his face buried in Leatherhead’s neck with his arms wrapped tightly around him and didn’t let go when Leatherhead tried to put him down. “How can you even look at me,” Donnie mumbled.
“When I look at you I do not see the scars, all I see is my soul mate,” Leatherhead answered. “You’re touch can sooth the rage, the savage beast, which threatens to takeover. You are my beacon in the night. I would be lost without you.”
Donnie relaxed his grip and kissed along Leatherhead’s jaw, “That was so cheesy.”
“I’m a genius not a poet,” Leatherhead quipped.
“I… I need you to help me take my mind off of all of this,” Donnie pleaded, breathlessly. “I can’t be allowed to focus on these things, on all the possibilities. It would just drive me crazy. I need you.”
“I know, my love. I’m already thinking of ways to distract you. I’ll get the restraints,” Leatherhead rasped as he set Donnie on the bed.
“The restraints?” Donnie felt himself tremble a little but it was from excitement not fear. “Really?”
“It’s been awhile,” Leatherhead nodded as he pulled them from the box. He walked over and sat next to Donnie then held out the leather straps.
Donnie lifted his hands to take the belts from Leatherhead and he felt the excitement fill him. One by one, Donnie put each on Leatherhead. He started by securing Leatherhead’s mouth closed then placed straps on each wrist, tightening them just enough. Leatherhead stayed calm and lied back on the bed while Donnie worked.
Back when they first wanted to try having Donnie top, they were afraid that Leatherhead might have a bad reaction and become violent. So, as a precaution, they bound him and chained him to the wall. Leatherhead had stayed in control the whole time but the feel of the straps against his skin had become ingrained in his memory. Now anytime he desired Donatello all he had to do was wear the leather strappings on his wrists.
They no longer chained him to the wall or bound his tail; it was just the feeling of having them on that Leatherhead liked.
As the hormones took over and his mind fogged, Donnie’s worries diminished. Being with Leatherhead has always been a welcome distraction any time he was overworked or anxious.
Donnie kissed the end of Leatherhead’s mouth then worked his way down his neck to his chest. Leatherhead rumbled as Donnie moved lower and grazed over his cloaca. Donnie licked along the slit then stuck his tongue inside. The goal was to arouse Leatherhead enough to get him to open up but not so much that his penis came out.
After two years together, Donnie knew how to read his lover and when he was ready. He stuck his finger inside of Leatherhead’s cloaca, just to confirm what he already knew. The inside was slick with Leatherhead’s natural lubricant and the velvety walls pulsated in response to the stimulus.
Don gave himself a few good pumps before straddling Leatherhead’s tail and pushing inside. There was a mild amount of pain as he was breached but it faded quickly. With his hands pressed against Leatherhead’s stomach, Donnie set a steady pace of long, fluid strokes.
Despite their size difference, Donnie was big enough to reach Leatherhead’s prostate so the large gator received as much pleasure out of the encounter as Don. Leatherhead’s hand traced down the tight, whipcord like muscle of Donnie’s arm as he hummed.
Don could feel Leatherhead’s stomach muscles flex as another deep hum sounded from his lover. Leatherhead was one who moved around a lot during sex, even arching his back and bucking his hips so much that he lifted Donnie, throwing the small turtle off balance for a moment.
Leatherhead thoroughly enjoyed having Donnie inside of him. He looked down his long snout to watch as Donnie’s eyes glaze over. When Donnie realized that he was being watched, he blushed and chuckled lightly. He leaned forward and kissed Leatherhead’s chest. “I love you.”
Leatherhead’s nails dug into the bed and his tail thumped hard on the floor as they finished together. Donnie’s churr was different when he topped as opposed to when he bottomed. It was deeper and resonated in his chest where his other was higher pitched, throaty and tender. Leatherhead loved the sound of them both because he knew that Donnie couldn’t fake them.
Donnie staggered a few final thrusts, trying to make the experience last a little longer. Once he was done, Don slipped off to the side of Leatherhead and scooted up to remove the strap from around his snout.
Leatherhead open and closed his mouth a few times before rolling over to curl up around Donnie. “Sleep, my love.”
“It does help, having you here,” Donnie admitted in a groggy voice. “I always feel relaxed after a good orgasm.” Leatherhead watched Donnie drift off and listened to his steady breathing before drifting off to sleep himself.
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