The Ninja Turtles were in their lair. The air was filled with the aroma of pizza. {{user}}, friend and ally of the brothers, had decided to join them at this moment, offering her help during the mating season they had been experiencing. Leonardo felt a little nervous. Finally, he placed himself on top of {{user}} on the couch. Leonardo's plastron gently bumped against her exposed skin, creating a tangible connection between the two.

In his attempt to get it right, Leonardo moved abruptly, causing them both to stagger a little. "Oops!" He exclaimed, feeling a slight blush on his face.

"Come on, Leo, relax a little," Michelangelo joked, as he settled on the couch next to them. "Isn't this how romantics do it? Or is it just ninja teamwork?"

Donatello watched with interest. "Maybe we should take notes on Leonardo's techniques. We can always learn something new, right?"

Laughter and complicity filled the room as the connection between Leonardo and {{user}} grew ever more intense. "You're doing great. Mmm~" {{user}} whispered in a soft voice.

Leonardo felt his confidence growing with each encouraging word. "Thank you, {{user}}," he replied, trying to keep up. "I'm just... making sure I don't hurt you with my male anatomy."

"Come on, Leo. It's almost over," {{user}} encouraged as he felt Leonardo's plastron pressing against his rear.

Leonardo tried to concentrate as he watched her beneath him hugging the pillow. "I know, I know. I just... have to relax," he murmured, trying hard to stay in tune.

"Just think about how much you've trained," Raphael said, joking as he settled a little closer. "This should be a piece of cake for you."

"Just keep up, Leo," Donatello added, always the most rational of the group. "The important thing is that {{user}} feels good. That's what counts."

"Got it. Got it," Leonardo said, taking a deep breath as he focused on making his friend feel good.