Master Splinter's Nights: A Night with Leonardo
by tannim
May 27, 2020

	Splinter didn't move silently for once.  He didn't want to and didn't need to.  For Leonardo, things had to be direct.

	Each of his four sons was different in their needs.  Donatello needed gentle pushing and encouragement for his confidence.  Michelangelo needed patience and understanding for his playful nature.  Raphael needed soothing and firmness for his aggression.  Leonardo needed, other things.  The other three were easy.  Their team leader was... complicated.

	Splinter pulled the covers off his son and climbed up into it to straddle the sleeping turtle's chest.  The teen turned in his sleep with the mattress shifting under him, but he had had a long day arguing with his brothers and training so wasn't going to wake up easily even if he did know something was happening.  It was only when something hot and oddly shaped pressed against his face that Leonardo stirred.

	"Unng... go 'way."

	Splinter squatted lower over him, dragging his balls over Leo's nose and down his mouth until they slipped off his chin.  The rat's dick bumped against his son's lips at the same time his balls touched the turtle's neck.  It was half erect, giving it a good weight that Leonardo had to feel, despite his lifting a hand up to push it away without opening his eyes.

	"Enough, le' me sleep!" When the weight against his mouth moved up to bump his nose and then press against his right eye, Leonardo gave in and woke up fully. "What?!"

	Splinter pulled back just enough to keep his cock from poking his eye.  His belly, chest, and robe spread open to his chest were the first thing Leo saw.  After a quick look up at his master's face, his gaze drifted down to the rat's groin just an inch in front of him.  It took several seconds for the turtle to understand what he was looking at and feeling since his dad's dick was too close to actually see.

	When understanding dawned through the sleep fogged mined, his eyes went wide, his mouth opened to speak, and Splinter pushed his dick right in to keep him silent. "No talking."

	The look of shock on Leonardo's face was sweet.  It was even sweeter when Splinter leaned forward to trap is son's head between pillow and hips before he could even think of pulling away.  A quick spread of his legs let the rat trap Leo's upper arms at his side by sitting on him.

	Not sure what was happening exactly, Leonardo just held still, waiting for an explanation.  None came.  Splinter just slipped one hand behind his head and held it in place so he could thrust into it.

	Leonardo turned his head away, but his master just used his grip to turn it back again.  His dick was staying in place and it fully hardened inside his son's mouth quickly after Leo's lips had kissed his cockroot a few times.  The boy's attempts to speak or push it out felt very nice.

	It felt nice enough to Leonardo, too, but he was still dazed and not sure what he was supposed to be doing.  He had had his dad's cock in his mouth before and had always liked it, but waking up to it being pushed in was something else.  Having no way to control the motion during it was weird.  Pumping up and down was a lot more fun than holding still and taking it.  After a few more attempts to turn his head or even help out were blocked, he lay back and reluctantly let it happen.

	Splinter waited a few more seconds of slow thrusting to see if his son would keep squirming, then sped up, thrusting faster and harder so his cock poked into the back of his turtle's throat and Leonardo's face squished into his pubic fur and groin forcefully each time.  All that rocking made them both bounce in time with his thrusts and he had to lean further forward to keep the motion going smoothly as well as spread his legs even wider to put his full weight on the boy's chest upper chest plate to keep them both from moving too much.  He did let his tail bounce between Leo's legs to rub against the teen's morning stiffness.

	The touch to his dick made Leo try to push up again, but his dad's weight was too much for him to easily shift.  His master didn't even seem to notice where his tail was and Leonardo could only assume it was there on accident.  Splinter certainly hadn't looked back to aim it and that tail hadn't started there.  Even as he wondered about it, his dad's tail bounced away again.  It left him wanting more attention down there and less rough jabbing into his throat making him gag.  Leo eased his hand down toward his groin and grabbed his dick, no reason he shouldn't enjoy some of it.

	Splinter felt the arm shifting and let go of the teen's head to grab his arm instead. "This is for MY enjoyment, Leonardo." A hard thrust smacked his pelvis into his son's head hard enough to leave stars.  It hurt Splinter, too, but it was worth it for the dazed surprise on the turtles' face. "You are pleasuring ME for now."

	It was hard for Splinter to be so forceful.  He was practically raping Leonardo at that point.  The look of shock and uncertainty his roughness left once the initial daze wore off was disturbing, but he had his reason.  Leonardo needed a firm hand controlling him once in a while.  He always got too uptight and frustrated when he was left in charge for too long.  Teaching him to let go and let somebody else be in charge was just what he needed.  A lesson like that needed to be unexpected, forceful, and something he couldn't refuse.  Splinter pushed into his son's mouth until his pubic hair ground against the boy's lips and held him there for for nearly ten seconds before pulling out to let Leonardo cough and suck in air.  It also needed to be intense.

	Splinter sat on him a moment longer, then slid off his shell.  "Lift your hands."

	Coughing, Leonardo sat up. "Sensei! What is this? Hey!" He tried to pull his arm away when his father simply grabbed his right wrist and yanked it forward, but the grip around his wrist was too firm.  His dad didn't even budge. "What are you doing?!"

	The arm was pulled up and Splinter grabbed his right ankle to pull that up and back next to his hand. "Keep those here, Leonardo!"

	Leo did as he was told, not understanding what was happening and needing to know. "But... Why?"

	There was no answer to his question.  Splinter simply let go and tugged the sash from his robe, then crudely bit it in half.  Seeing that made his son worry if something was wrong in their father's mind.  When one half of the scarf was quickly bound together around wrist and ankle he worried even more.

	"Is it the Rat King again? Is he back and controlling you?!"

	"No." Splinter tugged the other wrist and other ankle and was glad to feel Leonardo fighting harder to keep them from being bound.  He wanted the boy to resist.  Watching that well toned young body shift and flex was beautiful and he got a good show of the turtle's muscles tightening while he bound the second arm to leg just as he had the first. "Open your mouth."

	Not believing that his father was in his right mind after the rough wake up, Leonardo struggled against the light bonds.  The sash didn't look that strong, but each strip of it held up against his tugging and the knots tightened as he tugged.  He couldn't lift his arms without pulling his ankles up with them.  All he could do was lay there and watch Splinter slip off the bed and disrobe.  The rat's strong mature body made him forget about freeing his hands.

	Splinter's movement looked as graceful as ever slipping out of the sleeves and and neatly folding it as he set it aside.  When he bent, his tail shifted and gave Leo a lovely view of the pert velvety furred buttocks with the intriguing crack splitting them parting just enough.  His father's heavy balls were just visible below that from between his thighs and were fully visible when Splinter turned around again with his erection jutting up eager for attention above them.

	Leonardo would have loved to grab it and jerk it or do anything with it any other time.  Instead he could do nothing but squirm some and watch with his own dick just as hard and swaying in time to his racing worried heartbeat.  What was going on?

	Splinter bent over his son, grasped his son's shell with one hand near his right thigh and the other near his right shoulder, and heaved upward.  The teen yelled in surprise at being flipped over roughly and finding himself landing heavily belly down on the bed with his jaws clacking together from closing suddenly when they hit the pillow.  When Leo looked back to his sensei, he found his face just a few inches from his dad's stiff dick at the edge of the mattress.

	"This is going inside of you again, Leonardo." Splinter pushed down on his dick so he could rub it over his son's nose. "Not in your mouth this time, but it will still be going inside.  Too bad it's so dry.  It would be very painful to push it in this way." He dipped a hand under the bed and pulled out a wide round clear bottle with a clear fluid inside.  It was an inch or so wider than his erection and he popped the top to show his son the nozzle. "I don't want to fuck you dry, so you're going to slick me up."

	Feeling frustrated by the oddness of the situation, Leonardo couldn't keep his voice nice. "If you wan...Mmf!?"

	Splinter pushed the wide bottle into Leo's mouth before he could even finish speaking. "Get to work." He turned his hips away, then turned back quickly to slap his erection against his son's cheek. "You only have a minute before it's time to mount up."

	Leonardo held the bottle in his mouth for several seconds, unsure how he could use it or even sure if he wanted to keep going along.  The frustration was still there, but at least his sensei had given him a clear goal as to what he was supposed to do.  Not having hands certainly made it more difficult, but the sight of his dad's large dick and the subtle musk from it right next to his nose did help him want to try.

	A tug of his wrists told him he definitely couldn't use those.  He couldn't use his feet or anything but his mouth.  Lifting his head up he was able to press his chin to the rat's cocktip and feel just about where the shaft was behind it.  Biting on the plastic bottle made the thin liquid inside squirt out too far and ran down his master's leg.  Using less pressure he managed to get a slower stream, though he couldn't see where it was going.  He had to turn away and look at Splinter's dick a few times before he actually got much to land on top.

	The faint heat lingering where his father's dick had slapped him made him think to use his cheek to spread it around.  He felt silly for doing it, but Leonardo found it rather nice, too.  He had never thought to just rub his face over any of the dicks he'd played with.  They had always just been right in his mouth or hands.

	With much effort to keep the smile from his face, Splinter watched his son nuzzle his erection impassively.  Leonardo may have complained earlier, but he certainly did not seem to mind this part.  The turtle was rubbing his dick all over far more than he really needed to.  It was sweet to watch and it was a shame he couldn't let it continue for much longer.

	He only let his son massage the nearly scentless lubricant in for fifteen seconds before pulling away. "Time's up.  I hope you put enough on, Leonardo."

	Face still coated in slick clinging liquid, Leonardo watched his father move behind him.  He spit out the bottle and was about to speak when Splinter slapped his buttock just inside the back side of his shell.  It stung just enough to make his jaws clamp shut, which distracted him from his sensei's fingers wiping some lubricant off his cock and probing into his tight presented ass ring.

	Leonardo tugged at his arms and legs again.  The touches back there felt nice, but he wasn't too fond of spankings.  It made him think of his brothers teasing him or pranking him.  Another swat to his butt made him jerk his head back to look.  Splinter was ready for that and shoved his cock into the teen's ass the moment he tried to speak again.

	The light fingering hadn't relaxed his butt enough for a smooth entry, but they had reduced the painful ache of unexpected anal stretching.  Instead of a lingering pain Leonardo felt only a light sting that faded quickly in favor of faint tingle.  That tingle grew stronger with his father grabbing his shell and fucking him hard right after that first thrust.

	Splinter was glad he didn't hear any sounds of pain from his son.  He had been worried that he hadn't had enough time to loosen the young turtle's rump enough to go in so suddenly.  Thankfully there had been only a wince and a slight tensing of his lover's body, exactly as he had hoped.  That gave him the strength to go on, though the teen's tight inner walls squeezing around his cock helped too.  It really did feel good to just let go and drive it in immediately sometimes.

	That hard fast pounding made Leo squirm in front of him.  He had never had anybody just start out full speed, let alone full speed with him unable to do anything but take it.  Hugging, kissing, fondling back, or anything else would have made it feel more normal.  Being helpless and just letting it happen was just too much and he struggled to crawl away.  His father's grip on his shell kept him in place and soon the rat's weight did the same when he leaned over.

	"You are mine right now, Leonardo." Splinter's voice sounded almost angry above him. "You will not be getting away until I am done!"

	Leonardo pressed his face into the blanket below and tried to decide what that meant while his body responded to the hard pounding.  Wasn't he always his father's... whatever it made him? Was it bad to be when it felt so intense? His cock twitched every time the rat shoved roughly in.  Everything his dad was doing left him wanting more, but not being able to respond back made him want to say stop.

	His ass clenched hard after every thrust and Splinter had to work to shove back in again.  Leonardo's body kept doing it instead of relaxing and staying more open like his ass usually would under more normal lovemaking.  The turtle was too tense to calm down despite occasionally pushing back into it.

	Splinter allowed the smile that he had been fighting to come out.  Fucking his son roughly was very satisfying for him, too.  Every bit of resistance stroked his cock so perfectly inside.  His angle ground the tip over Leo's prostate, or close enough to it, which made the boy's insides grind against him in return.  Pleasure grew more quickly than he would have liked, but he and Leonardo were where he wanted them to be.  The teen was enjoying it despite the challenges and his own lust gave him the courage to go on.

	Bending fully over Leonardo with his long body covering his son's entire shell, Splinter wrapped both arms around him and squeezed tight before scraping his jaws down along the top of the turtle's forehead.  His gnawing buck teeth left a faint but very temporary scratch.  Another nip left a pinch to Leo's right cheek.

	Nothing was said.  The questions in Leonardo's mind were pushed out by the passion from his lover over him and Splinter was too busy putting on and enjoying the scene.  His hips and thighs slapped his son's, making a dull thump every time as well as rocking the bed with the force.  The smile on his face faded to a grimace of strain both to keep up the pace and to resist cumming too soon.

	Leonardo stared straight ahead at the wall, biting onto his pillow as the strain was affecting him, too.  His cock was painfully stiff with nothing but the bed under him to stroke it in time with the penetration.  Usually his father would at least have held it during their love making.  Not even being allowed to fondle his partner's furry buttocks or thighs was really grating on him, too.  Getting nothing was frustrating, as was the lack of kissing and any real noise at all other than grunts of exertion.  Just as frustrating was that his dick was harder than it usually was because of it all.

	He was cumming.  Splinter didn't try to fight it.  His concentration had already pushed it to almost a minute past when it would have otherwise, but after the boy's mouth and with the rough fuck, he couldn't hold it.  His cheek pressed hard to Leo's, his cock pulsed and swelled just a little bit more, and he came.  Powerful jets of cum spurted out with each pulse of his dick still moving inside his lover and he just kept his hips moving until his cock couldn't stand the friction to his now very sensitive tip.

	The light pressure and subtle heat of his father's lust spraying into him had Leonardo lifting his head up as much as he was allowed.  He really wanted to kiss, and he was.  Splinter pushed the kiss on him the moment his head came up.  It was a forceful kiss with the rat pressing harder than needed just to press the turtle's head down again.

	Their mouths opened, their tongues touched, and Splinter pulled off just as suddenly as he'd entered after just five or so seconds of kissing. "Very good, Leonardo.  You have pleased me."

	Leo gaped at him open mouthed as his dad climbed off the bed. "But... What?!"

	"And because you have pleased me," Splinter flipped his son onto his back once more and gave the turtle's dick a quick hard squeeze, "I shall take care of this for a while."

	Touched at last, Leonardo groaned and tried to sit up. "Ung... thank you, Master."

	"Stay still.  I did not say you could move." Splinter pushed him down, though the hog tie would have prevented his lover from sitting up too well anyway.

	He had something else in mind than a simple hand job.  Something that once again involved his son's mouth.  It would require no special preparation and demonstrate his domination at the same time.  All he had to do, and all he did do, was stand up, step over Leonardo, and sit on the teen's face.

	He did enjoy the way Leonardo jerked under him in surprise.  The sight of his son's already full erection slapping against his shell after that jerk was very sexy, too.  Splinter leaned forward to squeeze the turtle's dick right over the glans before putting his full weight down and sinking Leonardo's head deep into the pillow and his own clean ass crack.

	After waiting a few seconds, Splinter shifted left and right so the boy's face was as deep as possible under his tail. "Now give me a kiss."

	There was no hesitation from Leonardo.  The teen kissed right over his father's tight ring and even gave it a lick without being told.  As weird as the situation was, that was one thing he wanted to do.  It felt good being allowed to do it, finally.  If he could just grope his dad's beautiful butt he would have been much happier, but kissing was a good start.  Leo liked kissing.

	He could feel his father's thighs squeezing around his upper arms while the big rat's heat surrounded him.  There was little air to breath, but what there was was filled with Splinter's light masculine musk.  Sweat had made the crevice damp and Leonardo felt a bead of sweat run down his nose and cheek while he kissed.

	Above him, Splinter nodded to himself.  His son was always one for a little light rimming.  After enjoying the attention for several seconds, he leaned slightly to the left and untied the turtle's wrist.  Leaning the other way, he untied the other.

	"You have done well so far, so I am rewarding you with some freedom.  You may rub my legs and butt all you like, Leonardo.  You may not touch anything else with your hands.  Do not make me tie them again." He lifted his rump from the boy's face. "Say thank you."

	Leo grabbed hold of his master's hips and squeezed.  It felt so good to be able to touch again! He'd really missed the feel of that soft velvety rat fur over those firm well toned thighs and rump.

	"Thank you, Sensei!" Leonardo was surprised how much he meant it as he said it.

	Not being allowed to touch the more fun parts wasn't so bad after not being able to touch anything for so long.  He was too horny to worry too much about it, though.  After sucking his father's cock and being fucked silly with it, he needed more attention to his own than just a rough squeeze.  He kissed the rat's hole again hopefully, then three more times to feel it wink against his lips, and was rewarded with a steady stroking.

	Splinter took a long deep breath at the kissing and did reward his son with what he knew the teen wanted.  His hand jerked up and down, fast enough to feel good, and certainly enough to make the boy happy.  He was happy too with how well everything was going.  Leonardo hadn't resisted quite as much as he had hoped he would, but the turtle's body was responding well anyway.

	Paying close attention while stroking, Splinter kept pumping his hand rapidly.  Leonardo's thighs clenched and his hips pushed up occasionally into the strokes, but it was more the boy's hands running over his thighs that showed how he was enjoying the simple hand job.  At first, Leo was slow and just rubbed a bit in the safe regions as he was told.  As the pleasure steadily built, the turtle's fingers edged ever closer to Splinter's balls and dick.

	When a finger brushed his scrotum, Splinter stopped stroking. "I said you were only to touch my legs and butt.  You disappoint me, Leonard.  One more time, and I will have to tie your hands again!"

	"Sorry, Sensei!" Leo frowned and jerked his hands back.

	He was annoyed at himself for letting them wander too close, but he really wanted to participate more.  His master's hand was good and all, just not as good as giving as good as he got.  Why couldn't he touch? It had to be some test again.  Everything was always test.  The others got to have fun, he always got a test.  At least the growing tingle of approaching orgasm was there to push away those thoughts and he thrust up harder into his dad's hand to make it even better

	Splinter waited until Leonardo was grunting under him before suddenly pulling his hand away and standing up  "That is enough for the moment.  Open your mouth."

	"Enough?" Leo was too lost to by the loss of attention and his father had to repeat the command two more times before the turtle finally obeyed.

	"Good boy." Splinter squatted over him again, only with his balls stopping right over his son's mouth and bumping against his nose. "Lean up and slide your mouth around my testicles."

	It was a weird command, though one Leonardo was happy to obey.  He loved playing with his dad's nuts and he hadn't gotten to hold them in his mouth very often.  Keeping his mouth open wide, he let did as told and let them slide in to rest on his tongue.  The rat's soft scrotal skin felt so nice in there and the light sweat on them added a pleasant salty taste, just like always.

	As soon as he felt they were in, Splinter knelt down over the boy's chest. "Suck on them all you like, but do not let them slip out.  No speaking around them now.  I don't want to hear any complaints."

	His son stared up at his father's buttocks and back, having to crane his neck awkwardly to keep them in with the lower position.  Complaints? Complaints about what?

	Leonardo wasn't about to complain with his dad's balls in his mouth and he especially wasn't going to when the grip on his dick returned to resumed stroking.  He sighed in relief and enjoyed the steady build up again.  That was certainly more like what he expected.  Should he use his own hands again? His father hadn't say not to, but probably not.  Besides, he liked rubbing the rat's firm butt.

	Splinter pumped his hand up and down the teen's cock rapidly, then let go and watched the boy's erection pulse and dribble at the edge.  His son's body was close to cumming.  He'd been close for a while now, but it was getting more difficult to stop before it was TOO close.  It was a lovely sight and it was time to reward Leonardo.

	The turtle was breathing very heavily from the need in his groin and sucked hard on his father's balls to keep himself from complaining about the hand pulling away again.  He needed to cum, he needed to NOT have Splinter suddenly stand up and step off seconds after after his nuts poppet out of Leo's mouth.  Leonardo couldn't even think of anything to say at that.  He hadn't expected it and he had been left hanging.

	"You are losing your discipline, my son." Splinter crossed his arms and looked sternly down at the boy.  He managed to hold the expression for only a few seconds before a smile broke through. "And that is understandable in this situation." The mature rate stepped back over him, but much lower than before and facing his handsome student. "You have done well."

	He dropped gently into a kneeling position over Leonardo's belly, then leaned down to kiss muzzle to beak, lip to lip one time and leaned back up.  A meaningful look down made his son look down too, just in time to see Splinter fold back to sit on his cock.  There was resistance from his sensei's sweaty moist ring, then there was the wonderful tightness squeezing all around his cock when that resistance gave way and he slid right in.

	The wait between stopping, positioning, and sitting had let the need fade somewhat again, but the urge to cum was just as strong.  Leonardo grabbed his father's hips and thrust up to meet him coming down, only to find his master's hands ready for it and catching his hips to keep them from going up fully.  He stared up, mouth opening, then stopping at his dad shaking his head.

	"Let me finish sitting first, THEN you may go." Splinter pulled fully up, just for the thrill of of feeling the Teen's cock slip out again so soon, then leaned down to kiss his son's forehead. "Now we'll try that again."

	Leonardo tensed, his eyes on his lover's hips and followed them all the way down.  He drew in another sharp breath at poking through once more.  His lower arms lifted, but he didn't grab the rat's hips until he felt both firm buttocks pressing against his thighs.  He held still even then, watching the older man's face and was glad to see subtle nod.

	The moment he saw that nod, he pulled down and thrust up hard.  There wasn't much room to thrust, but he pushed hard enough to lift hes master into the air a few inches, pulled back just as hard and thrust right back up to meet Splinter coming back down.  He was glad that there were no hands stopping him or speech telling him not to.  His father just leaned forward and pressed both hands to his chest plate and looked him in the eyes.  Splinter looked proud, though Leo had no idea of what.  Everything he'd tried to do all night so far had been stopped or wrong.  He'd had no control at all.

	For the first several thrusts, Splinter was content to let his young lover have his way.  There was no need to control or to tease him.  The joy on the turtle's face was lovely and the vigorous pounding into his rump was just as lovely.  On the other hand, it was more fun to be active and after a few more he sat down hard on his son's dick just as the boy thrust it upward to meet him again.

	Leonardo let out a loud grunt at that rump forcefully plopping down on him and a louder groan after a hard squeeze from his father's inner hand around his oh so needy erection.  He hadn't expected it but was very happy to feel it.  After all the teasing, he wanted everything he could get.

	Splinter leaned just a bit further forward to brace himself, then lifted his hips. "Now, I want it fast and firm, Leonardo.  No holding back this time."

	The moment he finished, he slammed his hips back down.  He was already pulling up again before his son thought to jerk his hips back as best he could to thrust up into it.  They took several seconds to get into any sort of rhythm, with Splinter making it harder for the teenager by moving ever faster until the boy's stiff dick was sinking in and pulling out a couple times a second even without Leo thrusting in.

	Leonardo's whole body was tense trying to keep up, but his eyes were wide open in excited wonder.  He didn't get to see his father letting go often.  The aged yet well kept muscles  in his abdomen almost rippled with the strain of riding so fast.  Both his sensei's legs shifted rhythmically as well, helping him to grind his ass in just the right forward and up and back and down motions.  He barely looked at the rat's cock and balls bouncing above his shell and slapping his dad's belly.  The body around it was more erotic, at least until Splinter pulled one hand free and grabbed himself instead.

	Puffing and rocking, Splinter jerked himself off over his most responsible son.  He had kept his face as blank as possible at first, but while rubbing his cock and letting another slam into his ass over and over he couldn't keep it long.  His mouth opened in a grimace of pleasure, his eyelids drooped and he let his breath come out loud and uncontrolled.  Below him, Leonardo hadn't even noticed himself doing the same throughout the ride.

	Despite the past teasing, pleasure was slow in coming for them both.  Too many near peaks pulled away from made their bodies wary of letting it grow again, but when it did, they felt it grow quick.  The happy tingle inside spurred them on, with Splinter's dick dripping pre-cum over his fingers and Leonardo's shell every few seconds.  There was more leaking from his son into him, though he couldn't feel it.

	The pounding on his prostate inside and the friction going through his anal ring were wonderful.  His involuntary clenching and moist here were just as perfect to Leonardo.  In and out, firm muscular hips kissing and slapping firm shell and thighs over and over, hand pumping, they rose and cum fell.

	Leonardo squeezed his father's hips tightly when he felt the older rat clamp hard.  Powerful jets of translucent white shot over his chest and face.  His own peak hit just a moment later, spattering Splinter inside with his own sticky seed.  The two didn't stop moving with their shared orgasm.

	Their hips bumped and ground for nearly ten seconds more, long after Splinter let go of his cock with the last drip just running down his shaft and that handsome erection went soft.  Only when Leo went soft too and slipped out on its own did Splinter finally stop and just sit heavily one last time.  His son went still immediately after, just looking into each other's eyes.

	Leonardo was surprised to see his father looking tired and winded, but happy to see the usual guard let down for once.  He was just as tired and out of breath, but couldn't think of anything to say after what had happened.  The domination from before was so strange with how much Splinter had wanted him to fuck him like that at the end.  His eyes slowly closed, he could worry about that tomorrow, after a nap.

	Splinter kissed his cheek. "Yes, Rest.  We can do Round Two when you're ready."

	"Yes, Sensei.  Can I be on top next time?"