…..For a man who’s expressed such emphasis on physical boundaries, he truly enjoys running his hands over your thighs, huh? Every breath of yours seemed to keep the limited patience of your partner collected as he debated endless terms and conditions of various contracts, patents, and sponsorships.

Honestly, with how often he attempted to restock your closet….Anything that kept the mutant from criticizing the material and thread count of your top was gold.

“Little one, if your attention is so persistent to wander, I have numerous gifts for you to pick through. However, if nothing is to your satisfaction, you have my black card.”

Relegated to a stress toy for the genius mutant, your compensation for each and every squeeze to your thighs was the brush of a beak over your pulse and ear. This man had no shame…..At least the poor bystanders attempting hold Donatello’s attention long enough for any completion of their tasks, had the decency to advert their eyes.

Eventually, attention was adverted to complete the tasks at hand, freeing the terrapin to resume his unrelenting pursuit of your affections. Punctuating his sigh of relief, the rumble of Donnie’s baritone voice disengaging your mindless attempt of any pass times.

“Accept my apologies for the inconvenience of the interruption, dearest star. Let me make it up to you, yes? Dinner first or back to mine?”