The human warrior is back again. 
Raph can see him picking his way through the trees, swords gleaming on his back and hair in a topknot, eyes narrowed in concentration. He looks every bit the graceful champion, defender of villages and farmsteads across the countryside, slayer of beasts and brigands: noble, elegant, composed. 
It's so fucking cute Raph wants to pin him to the ground and tear his clothes off, but he tries for a bit of restraint instead as he makes his way out of the trees. Not his style, certainly, but this one has always been special. 
"Hey, babe," he calls. The warrior stiffens and whirls to face, drawing a blade, as you do when confronted with a seven-foot turtle-man. Or at least, that's what normal people do, and Raph has it on very good authority that there's nothing normal about his little warrior. 
"C'mon, sweetheart, really?" he asks. "I haven't even done anything. There ain't no need to get nasty." 
"You," Leo growls, eyes bright with fury. "I told you, creature, the last time we met again--" 
The words twist into a yelp, and the human drops his blade as he's picked up and slammed (carefully, Raph's not a moron) into a tree. Leo lets out a soft gasp, scrubbing at Raph's shoulders with wide eyes. 
He could slam his hand into Raph's throat right now and drop him, like he'd done when they first met. He could have easily kept hold of his blade and cut Raph's throat, like Raph has seen him do to others so many glorious times before. He doesn't. He just stares up at Raph, eyes wide in that way that makes him look so goddamn pretty it almost hurts. 
"See, I don't right recall what you said, last time," Raph drawls, leaning close enough to smell Leo's sweat, his fear...the faint twisting threads of want. "'Cause you were so damn hoarse from choking on my cock." 
"Animal--" Leo spits, only to cut with a gasp as Raph's hand wraps around his throat. Raph presses gently, not enough to damage, not even enough to bruise, just so that Leo feels the power in his grip. 
"Easy, Leo," he purrs, gentle as the wind in the trees. 
"Don't call me that," Leo forces out, eyes darting around anxiously. "Only my friends call me that." 
"Well, then." Raph nudges Leo's legs apart, and Leo doesn't try to stop him, even though Raph can feel the knives hidden in Leo's sleeves and knows one of them could be sent through his eye in an instant. "It's a good thing I'm your friend." 
He reaches down with his free hand, tugging Leo's clothes aside, and--oh, yeah, that's the ticket. A slick, carefully opened little hole, waiting just for him. Leo lets out a little gasp, blushing prettily, and it's enough  
"Aww, precious," Raph whispers, hoisting Leo into the air. He stops playing at resistance, wrapping trembling arms around Raph's throat. "I'd say you shouldn't have, but I'm like some people, I ain't a liar." 
Leo, if possible, manages to blush even harder. "I--nnh!" His hands dig into Raph's shell, pupils blown, as he's slowly lowered down onto Raph's huge, dripping cock, spitting out little gasps and whimpers. 
Raph bites his lip, forcing himself to take his time, to not push too far. He can feel fragile human flesh flutter around him, Leo's body pushed to its limit by the intrusion, and it makes him want to come then and there. 
"Fuck," Leo spits as he settles into place, trying and failing to shake loose hair out of his eyes. Raph laughs at that, which makes Leo wince a little, so Raph leans in to distract him with a kiss. 
"Easy, Fearless," he murmurs into Leo's sweaty mouth. "Scream for me, that'll make ya feel better." 
"N-never," Leo rasps, clearly clinging on to his last ounce of dignity with everything he has. It lasts right until Raph gives his first brutal thrust, and then he yowls loud enough to send nearby birds flying out of the trees.