Chapter 12: Temperaments...
Turns out, Leonardo had much longer endurances than Donatello originally thought.
He was more than aware that Leo’s season would be a bit hard to control and satisfy like in the past, but as of right now? His mate was more than insatiable!
No mater what he did, or even whatever position he did, Leo was just not satisfied at all. It seemed like every second was another opportunity to have sex, in fact lat night he tried to convince Donnie around 3 in the morning, going on about how it was a perfect opportunity to receive head, on both ends...
He's just glad Master Splinter made them do yoga stretches as kids...
The genius turtle let out a deep groan against his pillow. Currently the purple ninja was faced down on his bed feeling both his tucked penis overused and his back entrance feeling a little dry. Whoever invented silicone based lubricant is a life savoir.
Normally he wouldn't mind sex at all, it was a great sensation, and he's glad to share this experience with Leo, but as of right now it was taking a little bit of a toll on him. Three days of straight fucking until they were raw was really starting to tire him out.
-And the worst part he feels like his brothers are stating to realize his sudden change of atmosphere. A small pent of fear settled in his stomach when the thought of not being able to hide it much longer came to mind.
Good news was it wouldn’t be hard to explain at the very least. Since well… Raph had accidentally walked in during one of Leo’s personal relief exercises earlier this morning.
It's no wonder red looked so good on him.
So at least Don wouldn’t have to worry about explaining that to his other brothers; it has been quite a some time since they all went through this change. As none of the Hamato members had to really think about what's wrong with the fourth brother when their season showed up.
The same however could not be said for Donnie’s case, as the genius would need to hide his own participation in Leo’s personal relief exercises. He unfortunately wasn’t covered in a heavy musk like a sexually-driven Leonardo is. No. He wasn’t even in the light pheromones that would sweat from their skin when the Hamato brothers barely start their heat cycle.
But of course that would mean Don would have to avoid Leo at 90 percent of time in the day in order to prohibit contact; considering he was the only turtle that Leonardo could gain relief from.
Though Donnie had to be careful, it could also be used in an advantage. Male turtles are not monogamous, once in a while during their respective seasons, each of the brothers would get a little too close for comfort.
As once Raphael had pestered Mikey once in to giving a little bit of attention to a certain part of his turtle anatomy.
Years of running away from Raph due to his constant pranking finally came into good use. Don can still remember when it took both Leonardo and Master Splinter to get a traumatized Michelangelo off the rafters once without Raph left the lair to bash some heads after not receiving special treatment. And to this day no one has so much dare tell their hot-headed brother that he had intentionally tried to force attention from the baby of the family. Whether Raph would deny it or become traumatized himself, no one wanted to see the result.
Out of all the turtles Raphael had the shortest season. Ironically it was like his temper, usually lasting about two to three days on average. Mikey and Leo would tend to be around four days, leaving Don to have the longest. At one point, the genius was in heat nearly a full five days.
He only hoped that he wouldn’t be in season soon; may be a rare case for the brothers to have their seasons really close to each other. But it wasn’t unheard of that turtles of the same nest would have one if not two days apart during season.
He turned over to his side giving a tiny gasp when the pressure over his groin lowered slightly. Maybe not sore but it was sure bothersome.
Another groan, Don slowly moved his hand towards the pou-
‘KNOCK! KNOCK!’
The genius jumped a bit at the sound, his hand jerking away from his loin.
His head shot towards the sound, mahogany eyes glanced at the closed door. Donatello rapidly sat up on the bed, which unfortunately wasn’t the best idea since his rear decided to pulse a nasty sting that tingled brashly around his tail.
“Come in.” Donatello added, making sure to keep his voice as normal as possible.
The turtle that walked in was Michelangelo, Don sighed a little in relief allowing him to lean forward slightly.
“Hey Donnie.” Mikey called.
“Hey.” The other responded, he noticed that Mikey had a tray in his hand.
“I brought you some soup, you feeling better?” Mikey asked tilting his head.
“I’m okay, just recently feeling a little down, but I’m okay.” Donnie responded. He truly hated to keep secrets from his brothers, but he knew it would be the best. Since Raph came across him when he went for his regular cup of coffee yesterday and noticed his mild limp. Leo was getting a little rough lately, so it was a little uncomfortable to walk.
Thankfully Don wasn’t the worst liar, so he did… retain some truth as to why he was walking so funny.
The youngest turtle seemed to buy it, as Raph was a little suspicious but didn’t pestered Donnie more about it.
It wasn’t the first time the brothers would pull a muscle during practice or in general really, so no one really bothered to ask about Don’s walking again.
Mikey nodded his head, taking a moment to notice the room, usually Don did have a slightly cleaner room…
“Geeze are you really that tired?” Mikey questioned looking at the stack of papers and what looked like shards of metal scattered on Don’s desk.
Donnie looked over and sighed, “guess I never really noticed.”
An orange banded eye ridge rose up in suspicion, but Donnie simply looked away. The olive turtle could feel his cheeks start to warm up, actually in fact his whole body is starting to get a little warmer suddenly. The genius looked up and saw his baby brother leaving, his movements a little hurried and his feet pattered more than usual.
Obviously something bothered the youngest Hamato. “Mikey are you alright?” Don questioned eyeing the other.
For a split second he noticed Mikey stand stiff, “Mikey?”
The orange banded turtle turn over and gave his older brother a grin. “There’s nothing wrong bro, honest.”
Now it was Don’s turn to cock a brow up, and already the smarter terrapin knew his baby brother was lying. “Mikey,” Don tried to stand up, but moving his legs wouldn’t work with him.
He forced himself to move, making sure to mask any grimace of pain and just as he was about to lean in, there was something caught in the air.
A scent, a thick one, it smelled rather… nice?
Donnie could feel a slight bulging under his pouch and that made the purple banded turtle turn slightly to prevent his younger sibling from seeing it.
The way Mikey’s face was started to brighten confirmed Don’s suspicions. “Mike, are yo-”
“Gotta go, I can’t leave the lasagna in the oven any longer.” The youngest stated quickly then rushed out of the room, leaving a confused but knowing Donatello.
The second oldest just sighed and readjusted his posture on his rump, yup that proved his suspicions with Michelangelo, for two reasons.
One… Mikey doesn’t ever make lasagna when he makes soup. It takes too much time to clean afterwards.
Second… he smelled like mating season musk.
