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[He taps his goggles and hello spidershell hands, with padded cuffs, grabbing her and gently tugging her to the bed as he looks at her with a hungry smirk, already reaching for the clasp on his battleshell.]

[ Follows the gentle tugging with wide eyes, her face flushing crimson ]

Were you already planning this, or is this 'cuz I said-?

I can't say I hadn't pondered the idea. I'm not going to pretend I'm not a technophile.

Following along after her.]

Donatello Hamato, into toys and tech in the bedroom? Stop the presses.

[ Turns when her legs hit the bed, hands going to his plastron, leaning up to seek a kiss ]

I meant the part where I accidentally kicked you in the hindbrain just then.

Its important to be on brand, what can I say?

[His hand goes to her cheek, kissing her gently as he helps push her onto the bed.]

Nah, I like getting the jump on you.

But the kick to the hindbrain certainly helped.

It's a good brand.

[ Sinks back, sharing kisses all the way down. ]

Mm… hypothetically… for future reference-

How banned am I, from chirping words like that?

You mean in general, or just right now? Because I will need clarification for in general.

[Kissing along her jaw as he pushes her back.]

[ A soft churr at the kisses; she tips her head back for him, reaching — if the spidershell arms give her enough slack, to tug away her scarf with one hand and cup his cheek with the other. ]

Mm … Both? Either. Ground rules help. I've seen how fast chirps can get you, and that was just - [ a soft chirp of mate (noun) ]

[The spidershell is letting her move, for now at least. He hums, cleaning into her touch.] I have the spidershell on safeword mode, by the way. It'll grant freedom of motion for daffodil like it's on now, and release entirely with L I L Y. Tulip grants full control of whoever isn't restrained.

[He rests a knee on the edge of the bed, between her legs, his hands moving to her wings, carding fingers through her feathers.]

[He trills softly.] It's because chirps are a vulnerable thing. Raph and Mikey don't do them a lot. Like a language they were fluent in, but it's been a while. Leo and I are better because it was a nonverbal communication I could do during meltdowns before tsl and he was very good at figuring out the nuances from the broad concepts.

Easier communication, easier connection, association with safety and support, instinct brain understands it better, it makes the words stronger.

So when you do things like [mate(verb)], it's like on the level of me saying I want you to tie me down and fuck me.

Though things of a little more innocent nature, like the [mate(noun)], its more like an intimate nickname. Like when I call you my pretty songbird.

Safeword mode …

[ Trust Donnie to think of something like that. ]

That's a great idea, Dee-kun. [ A li'l validation for her boy, as a treat. ] And the - the padding, too. [ That's going to be important. If not now, then definitely another day, when she's fully recovered and they're free to snowball. ]

The — mm … [ wingpets tho. her feathers fluff, and her lashes flutter, eyes briefly closing. ] S'been interesting. With the chirps. But I think, I think I get it — what you mean. How it can hit so much harder.

Your password is good, but a little long for in the moment. [He does preen at the praise, trilling, pleased.] The padding was already a feature. [Just in case he needed to restrain someone he didn't want to hurt.]

[His fingers work through her feathers, gentle petting, claws digging in to the base for light scratching.]

Yes. So some words are okay in public. It can just be....flustering. And others- [He leans in to whisper in her ear.] Get you pinned to the nearest wall.

[ A breathy laugh ]

H-Ha. With the way you turn my brain to mush? Y-Yeah, no. Safeword works better. [ Korone's password is physics nerd BS, and as good as she is at being a nerd in a fight or a mop chase, that'd be a little much, even for her, unless it was one hell of an emergency. ]

[ It's already getting harder to concentrate, and all he's doing is giving her some seriously amazing scritches. Her back arches and her wings spread, fine shivers running through her. And that little hint of claw — god. She digs her heels into the bed and tries to lift higher, pressing deeper into the scratch, chasing the feeling. ]

[ She breathes in sharply at the whisper. Breathes out with the faintest hint of a whimper. An arm curls around his shoulders, the other dragging down his side to his hip. ]

S-So … back there, if I'd chirped the word -

I might have tried an encore of your bedroom.

[He slowly pushes her wings, pushing her down on the bed, hovering over her, scratching just a bit harder through the feathers. Eyes roaming over her with an appreciative him.]

That could be fun ninja training now that I think about it. Could I give my lovely girlfriend an orgasm in public without anyone noticing? Extra challenging in making sure you're quiet as well as I make you fall apart.

[ She's getting more restless by the second, little shifts and squirms as as seeks to press up into his hands. It feels good. It feels like not enough. She tugs on him, on his shoulder and his hip, trying to pull him down closer.

And then he says —

That.

She freezes. Snaps her eyes open to stare at him, stunned, somewhere between incredulous and way more turned on than she should be at the thought of Donnie catching her in the shadows, pinning her, working to take her to pieces where anyone could find them oh god holy shit

There's a tell-tale throb between her legs, a trickle of slickness, and oh, she sure didn't bother to replace her panties, did she? Nope. She snaps her legs shut — or tries to, because his knee is in the way, goddamnit ]

Oh my god, Donnie, I would kill you-!

[ Her next move is less of a squirm and more of an embarrassed, empassioned attempt to wiggle-flip herself over to bury her face in the nearest pillow, all while her hands leave him in favor of grabbing another pillow to smack him with ]

[Donnie chuckles as the pillow whacks him, even seems to let her do so freely several times before a dangerous smirk spread across his face.]

Pin. Slow. [And then the spidershell's arms were tense, and start tugging her arms to pin them to the bed. Slow to keep from hurting her recovering body, but unrelenting.]

[Donnie moves his leg higher up, forcing her legs further apart.] That was quite the increase in that lovely scent if yours, Chocochu~

You might kill me after, but I think you'd experience a few little deaths first. His hands move from her feathers to her legs. Slowly pushing up her skirt as his leg moves up. Slow as he speaks.]

I could press you in the shadow of a tree in sight of the houses, kneel between your legs and devour you as you try so hard to keep yourself muffled.

Sit with you hear the lake, my fingers buried inside you as people fish just a little ways away.

[He presses his knee against her heat.] Fuck you on a rooftop as we hear people pass by below.

[ She's too caught up in flailing embarrassment to remember that Donnie just letting her assault him with a pillow was probably something to worry about. ]

[ But then there's that damnable smirk, and the casual instruction that confuses her until she feels it — the easy slack in the spidershell's arms giving way to tension as they slowly, gently, inexorably drag her wrists down against the bed. Oh. Oooh. Uh oh. She gulps. Struggles a little, but … just a little, just a little this time, just this once, if only because she's recovering. She wouldn't put it past Donnie to stop for real if she tried too hard, whether out of actual worry or to teach her a lesson. Or both. ]

[ He's a bully. ]

[ He is such a bully. ]

You—! [ She's still squirming, so when he presses his knee up against her like that … Oh. Oh, it hits hard in all the best ways. She whimpers low in her throat, a soft mewl of a sound she hadn't meant to let slip. ] Donnie. W-We, we'd get caught.

[ There's another determined wiggle — nevermind the friction, nevermind how utterly soaking wet she already is — as she tries valiantly to give him a petulant kick on the butt. ]

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