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Siblings can be difficult sometimes. Some days they manage to drive you crazy and make you wish you could smash their heads against the wall and in the spam of a few hours you’ll be laying in a couch watching your favorite show or trashtalking that one person you both hate.
Layla had enough experience with her little brother.
One brother.
Leo, on the other hand, had three younglings to worry about. Something that actually turned him into a mad man from time to time. It was a mission gone wrong, a fight with Raph because he was being petty about the leader thing again, Michalangelo being so obnoxiously loud that Leo couldn’t meditate for a single second. Today, it was all of it, and the cherry on top was that Leo wasn’t the only one who was feeling fed up with his brothers.
All of them were on the edge.
Nobody knew why, it was something that simpply happened from time to time.
Casey and April didn’t even bother to come to the lair that friday night because the atmosphere was heavy.
So, after Layla and Hannah were done with patrolling, they were supposed to come to the boys’s home to analyse the data they gathered, but in all honesty, they didn’t want to.
But duty calls, so in the lair they were with obviously four stressed turtles.
“I can always say our apartament is on fire.” Hannah whispered to the taller woman next to her with a hand covering her own mouth.
“You know that won’t work, Donnie installed those sensors last month, he'll call bullshit.” Layla replied with as much of a tired expression as the blond one. While they whispered to each other ways to get out early, they heard a loud crash followed by yelling.
“FUCK THAT I’M OUT OF HERE!”
Oh, Raph’s voice.
“No one is going ANYWHERE, come back here we still need to-.”
Leo’s.
“Womp womp, big baby who’s always in the wrong throws a tamtrum for the third day in a word. Maybe 24 hours isn’t enough for all your wining somebody better invent the 25th hour of the day for you to at least eat and don’t starve yourself to death
Donnie’s time to interrupt.
The yelling only got worse and even Splinter couldn’t solve it this time. The result was Donnie shutting himself off in his lab, Mikey and Raph both storming to their room’s to do god know’s what, maybe punch a pillow with each other’s faces and Leo was left with the biggest frown the girls had ever seen and even worse, being lectured by Splinter for something that clearly was outside of his control. Oh the burden of being the oldest and the leader, Hannah and Layla thought in sync.
After some minutes, the old rat came to their direction and apologized in the brother’s behalf.
“Perhaps it would be for the best if you two went home.
As he retreaded to his own bedroom, the girls exchanged a look. Damn they cared for this family.
“You talk to Donnie?”
Hannah nodded. “Of course, maybe I’ll be lucky with Raph as well. You can handle him right?” She pointed to Leo who was alone at the training grounds blowing off some steem while executing some beautifully done katas.
“Yeah, sure. What about Mikey?”
…
“You know, if we try that atrocity he called mac and cheese he might be happy. ” suggested Hannah with a sly smile and Layla let out a defeated exhale.
“Fuck, he stuffed that thing with six different types of cheeses.” Layla’s face scrunched just remembering the stomachache she got last time and Hannah patted her friend’s shoulder.
“It’s the price we have to pay for-”
BANG
A loud explosion came from Donnie’s lab, making the girls widen their eyes with surprise.
“Oookay let me go before he blows this place up.” Said Hannah already making her way to the purple's domain. Layla chuckled and turned her attention back to Leo before approaching him. She studied his stance, firm, his moves precise and yet carrying weight to it. His expression not far from his usual calm and stoic nature but there was a hint of something else, anger.
She took a couple of careful, calculated steps, making sure her sudden presence didn’t startle him.
But he was a ninja afterall, with years of training, and she actually felt dumb for almost forgetting that it was near impossible to surprise the older Hamato. He acknowledged the girl with a mere look, his blue orbs darting to her figure quickly as he held his swords.
“Are you here to lecture me as well?”
He was on edge, understandbly so, she let his somewhat harsher tone slip. She sat on a nearby black box, one of those gym equipaments people use to step on and train glutes, for the brothers something useless that they used to simply gain height and train their kicks to get higher.
“Of course not, mind if I join you?” Layla positioned her elbows on top of her thighs, watching his every reaction while wondering what could be a better way to approach te situation whitout making him shutting off to the world, a habit that he had for far too long now.
Leo barely reacted and focused all his attention back on his katas. That looked like a yes to her so she stayed. He kept going for what it seemed 20 minutes more, she didn’t have her phone with her and the clock was out of her sight, damn, she whished she could scroll through her twitter right now.
But her presence seemed to sort an affect on him by the way he huffed out of nowhere and lowered his katanas. “Look, I appreciate your concern since I know for a fact that you’re worried…” he retreated the blades to it’s sheath, walking towards the girl with furrowed eyebrowns and sweat coating his entire body lightly. “But I’ll be fine. Just need to clear my mind, don’t waste your time trying to drag me out of this mat.” He said with with his body towering over her, blocking the light that grazed her face. Layla raised an eyebrown in aslight annoyance and rose to her feet, the gesture somewhat confrontational.
“Not, trying to. I’m not here to tell you how to cope with a fight.” She reached for his plastron and caressed it softly, the hard surface of the shell and the tiny scars never ceasing to amaze her, she smiled before lifting her gaze to meet his, “You want to stay here for the next, what? Two hours? I’m okay with it, glad to help even. Do you want some assistance with that back kick? Your base keeps getting a bit unstable after you fall to the ground, you might loose some power if you don’t stabilize it properly.”
He gawked at the girl as if she was pulling a prank on him. And the most interesting thing to her was the fact that Leo couldn’t mask his expression or his feelings because, at that moment, he was truly surprised, confused. She could read his thoughts.
“You’re serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
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.
He shifted his ground and took a few steps back. “Is this some kind of reverse psycology to make me-” she furrowed her browns almost offended “What? No!” she interrupted him.
“I’m, being serious big guy. I know you’re stressed as hell, it’s not exactly easy to have such a big family AND be responsible for all of them.” the dark haired woman closed proximity once more and he didn’t move “I’m here as a friend who cares, so if you don’t want any assistance whatsoever in the mat that’s fine, I can go as well, but not before you give me an answer.” she stood so close to him, not out of malice or second intentions, Layla was honestly worried, and she could see his mind connecting the dots.
.
.
.
“I won’t say no to that, then.” he whispered almost, as if ashamed of admitting that he wanted her to stay.
She let out a deep sigh and smiled, relived, as if some sort of weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She could help him, and she would.
They walked together towards the improvised ring and spent hours and hours sparring. Sometimes playfully, sometimes more serious than others. Lot’s of punching, lot’s of kicking, dodging, jumping, blocking, and the sweet sound of clashing blades that echoed through the lair.
It was good.
After a long time that neither of them kept track of, they collapsed on the ground side by side, sweaty and laughing as if they were children who spent all their energy
As she layed there, exhausted with her chest still going up and down countless times so she could catch a breath, she turned her head to him, with a childlike smile that rarely grazed her features anymore. “Fuck, you damn creature you’re a tough one.”
With a laugh that came from the depths of his throat, Leo was wheezing as if she was the greatest comedian earth had ever seen.
“You’re the only creature here. Strange woman.” It was his turn to look at her, his blue mask was slightly misplaced, it was cute.
“Haha, funny turtle.” she teased back while staring at the deepest shade of blue she loved so much.
For a couple of minutes, words were useless. Their smiles said it all, nothing else mattered, it was just them and, their fading laughs and this precious shared moment. After a while, however, his eyes became too heavy with emotion, emotion directed to her. She avoided it, looking at the ceiling instead.
“Thank you.”
…
“How’s your head with all of this?”
“Better.”
“Ha, that’s all I get? C’mon big boy you gotta do better with your words.”
He snorted another laugh, it was pleasing to her ears, it always was. She stared him once again, but this time, he was the one diverging her gape.
“It’s tiring to be a leader. Even more so trying so hard to be a good one.”
…
“I-…” he stopped, why did he stop? Leo shook his head and looked at her once again, he rose to his feet so fast she couldn’t blink twice, and suddently he was there, offering her a hand. She merely sat down, she was too tired still, but her mind was as sharp as it could be, and Layla wondered, did she do something wrong?
“Come, let’s get out of here, you must be tired.”
…
In silence, she took his hand. His strong yet conforting grip doing all the hard work in getting her up. His strides were slow, she followed him, the path a mystery yet to be unvailed. Silence wasn’t a problem for her, she liked the solace of theirs, but at that moment, it was hellish. Had she stepped too far? Her running thoughts finally faded, as she heard the click of a door. She realized she was at his room.
The familiar room looked the same as the last time she visited. A well organized place, exceptionally clean, not too crowded with furniture yet not too empty. There was a wooden wardrope, classically shaped, with a couple of clothes inside, drawers filled with some more itens, socks, belts, gauntlets, armor, all of the things he wore on a daily basis in perfect order. She knew that ever since one day he kindly asked her to get another one of his customized gloves because mikey had spilled sauce all over his arm. Hah, what a day. On the other side of the room, there was a dresser with nothing on top. Those drawers contained his collection of comics and, to be honest, she didn’t really know what else since she never bothered to ask, they rarely were in his room anyway, and there was something that caught her eye everytime.
A set of blades hanging on top of it. Beautifully sharpened and unsheathed katanas. They were a new pair Donnie had made him once, he guarded as a spare in case his own shatter one day, but the way it was displayed, it looked almost like a trophy. They were impressive, it had an imposing presence, like Leo himself. In between the humble closet and the striking swords, there was a huge bed. Of couse it had to be huge to acomodate him. The sheets were a deep shade of blue and it had only two pillows of the same color . His bed was perfectly made, it looked brand new, as if no one had ever layed on it. Beside the left side of the bed there was a small red mat he certainly used to meditate, and right next to it there was a small table, made of wood as well as all of the furniture in that room. In the middle, a bonsai, trimmed with care, she could tell, and a single black cushion. That’s where he drank his tea when he didn’t want to be bothered. In the ceiling, a paper lamp, right at the center. It tied the whole place together somehow.
When she finally came back to reality and ceased contemplating the space, Layla turned to him whom at this point still stood by the closed door.
“Sorry, didn’t want anyone to hear me, it’s a bit embarrassing I suppose.”
Oh. He never told any of them. This. His insecurities.
He walked over to her, his towering form casting a shadown upon her body.
“Sometimes… it feels suffocating, like if I make the wrong decision everything will crumble apart, and it will be my fault. I’m their leader, their older brother, I should be better, should be able to be…something else”
As she listened intently to his worries, Layla’s hands went to his face on it’s own, holding his jaw so gently, breaking any form of shame that rested on his face, and bringing out something else, a deeper shade of green in his cheeks. “Don’t burden yourself with the weight of something as unattainable such as perfection. You’re trying your best, and that is enough. Mistakes are part of what makes us human.” His eyes widened slighly to the sound of her kind words, his hands holding her wrists so delicatly, as if she was made of glass.
“I’m not human.” his lips did not twist, he was serious, he meant it. She rolled her eyes with light annoyance at his stubborn answer.
“You’re not so different from one.”
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.
“Leo…” her fingers traced a gentle pattern on his face, oh, he was so pretty like this. “Can’t believe I have to say this to you, but you’re allowed to break sometimes, you’re never going to be invencible, to make the right call everytime, but you can learn from your mistakes, as we all do. So don’t do this to yourself, you already saved the city, the world. And you also saved… well, me.” Her cheeks burned with that last statement. The reminder of that fatefull night where Leo and Layla saw each other for who they were for the first time, not a facade, not a shallow version of themselves, it was their core, rock bottom. It was the start of their friendship.
Layla swore she saw his eyes lit up for a second. She made her way up to try and match his height and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Her flickering gaze did not lie. She wanted to kiss him, to embrace Leo, to reassure him that he was, he is enough. But that would be too further from their agreement. Friends didn’t kiss each other in moments of sorrow. She slowly unveiled herself from him, feeling his arms do the same until they were finally apart.
She coughed, trying to compose her mind and body from the intimate moment they just shared. “So, do y-”
She wasn’t able to finish her sentence. He crashed his lips to hers and took her in his arms. She melted in his embrace and kissing came naturally now, like muscle memory. It was deep, intimate. His tongue was quick to seek for entrace, something she gladly granted him. Leo squeezed her waist as if he needed a piece of her to himself, it was all too intense, but she welcomed that intensity. He guided her towards his bed, making the girl take small steps back until she was cornered.
“You-” she broke the kiss, her lips a bit swollen and red and her lungs aching for oxygen “Are you-”
“I am.” he answered too fast, he knew what was going on her mind, her slighly confused expression didn’t leave room for any doubts. “I swear I’m okay. I just, I wanted- I want… sorry.” He pushed her away, gently, putting space in between their merged bodies. Leo was fast to stride away from her, but she was swift herself.
“Wait-” she grasped his wrist. “I’m not complaining, I’m just confused. Please, don’t leave like this.” she pulled him closer again and sat on the bed behind them, gesturing for him to do the same, which he reluctantly ended up doing. She rearranged her entire body to look properly at him, waiting for him to talk, to let go of what’s on his mind.
“You’re too kind to me.”
She shook her head “What?”
“What you said before I kissed you. The entire pep talk. You’re too kind Layla, and I know your intentions are good, but that didn’t really help, you think too highly of me.”
She stood in disbelief, she was as transparent as glass.
Leo shifted his position to face her, taking her small hand from his wrist and holding it down.
“Every sentence that came out of your mouth felt like a reminder of what I’m lacking. You see another version of me, the better version I honestly wanted to be, I know it because I’m not… it. The kraang incident a couple of months ago? I almost screwed that up, and I thought I was way past those mistakes, those petty arguments, but, again, I’m not. The team keeps bumping heads during missions and somehow my brothers and I still fight like we’re children.”
“What did you expect to happen after the kraang?”
“Change.”
“But things did change, you just can’t expect everything to be perfect by night.”
He was the one shaking his head this time, almost angry it seemed with that big of a frowned forehead.
“Leo, life is not a movie.” She took his head in her hands, making him face her, listen to her. “You guys defeated the Kraang and then you kept living. Your flaws, your character traits, your annoying habits, it can’t all disappear overnight just because.” her palms fell to his shoulders, he took a deep breath, she felt his muscles expanding in size and contracting back.
“I know that, but it’s exhausting, and fuck, so irritating to be back on square one.”
“But you’re not, none of you guys are. You had one bad week, that’s all. Sure, maybe you guys screw up and you lashed out, maybe fell into old habits, but that’s not back to square one, Leo.”
He was still a mystery to her, how could one have this much guilt to bear? None of them said another word for minutes.
“I thought you were good after sparring.”
“I… I was, but you asked me how I felt, and everything I wanted to bury away just… flooded me. And as I said it out loud, it hit me worse than any punch I have ever received. From you or Raph, hell, even shredder. Besides, when you came in, praising me so much… it was just a reminder of how shit of a job I’m doing as leader, as a brother. And then I thought…I don’t want to face this now, I want a moment, just an hour of peace. And you’re perfect for that, you make it all disappear, you always do.” he lifted his gaze at her in a way he never did before, begging not for forgiviness but understanding.
She stood there, staring at him, dumbfolded, her racing mind processing everything. The girl had parted lips as if she wanted to say something, but the words didn’t come out. Thus, she decided, the best thing she could do was grant his wishes. In a decisive movement, she closed the distance between them, and sealed their lips into a kiss.
He didn’t protest at all.
She climbed her way up to his lap, never ceising the kiss. Leo hands went straight to her waist, securing her on top of his crotch, he squeezed the perfect amount everytime, it was like a different kind of muscle memory, one they built for each other.
Layla pulled her arms back just for a second so she could get rid of her shirt. Their lips apart for a moment but that wasn’t so bad, not when she could feel his burning gaze waiting, craving to see more of her. She removed the tight fabric she called her suit, the piece of clothing being tossed aside with little to no care, Leo took advantage of that extra available skin and bit her neck.
Oh, she squirmed at that, surpressing a sinful moan by bitting her lower lip.
Her torso now almost free, there was only one thing left, the sports bra, he travelled his hands up, trying to unclip it but the little hooks on her back were too tiny for his giant fingers, besides, there was something else.
“You’re shaking.” her tone was sultry, breathy. She leaned closer to his face to kiss his neck and repay his marks.
“M’sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
Layla’s digits were too used to do it, she removed the fabric pretty easilly. With her now exposed breasts, she was left with his hungry gaze, it was like he was hipnotized. Not too big nor too small, but perfect, as he once said to her during one of their heated encounters. She had almost laughed at the time because she was very aware of the fact her boobs weren’t big, she considered them on the smaller side, but he spoke with such raw desire and conviction she never once felt like they were too small again.
Meanwhile, he continued to trace her soft flesh, kissing, biting, marking every bit of her exposed skin. He lowered his mouth to her chest, tracing a path of marks until he reached her nipples. The blue leader swalloed her breast, sucking her sensitive nipple and played with the other until she saw stars and could no longer hold back her moans. She digged her nails to his back, right on the edge of the begginings of his shell, his tough scaled skin barely letting her do any actual damage.
“Leo-fuck…” she cursed through gritted teeth, but her little sounds were only fuel to his desire, he played with a nipple, using his tongue to coat it completely, like it was a piece of candy. Her head fell back on its own, it was too much. When he finally let go of her boobs, she heard a “pop” and when she finally regained a train of thought she was suddently being lift. The blue leader merely stood up so he could change positions, turning his body over the bed and laying her into the matress. The soft surface Layla had grown familiar with by now was pleasent against her back, comfortable. Leo’s body hoovered over hers, he was huge in all means, muscle and size, being in this position, trapped between the bed and him, oh, it was a constant reminder of their size difference, and that alone was enough to drench her.
Her arms, previously wrapped around his neck, now glided down his skin, tracing his muscles, feeling him twitch under her touch, until she reached his plastron. She felt the tiny scars from all his battles underneath her digits, the hard surface was pleasent to her touch. The girl got lost admiring his poweful physique, his muscles, his shell, the way his scales were the most enchanting shade of green.
“You’re so beautiful.” it had escaped her lips, she didn’t really gave much thought to it until she noticed he was too still. The girl ceased the motion with her middle finger and lifted her face to meet his.
She was met with something new, a facade of his she rarely got to see, a “blushing” Leo. If she could say he was blushing by the way his cheeks got a deeper complexion .
Cute.
“Did I make the fearless leader blush?” she teased with a lovely grin from ear to ear.
For one second she swore she could see the expression he gives to mikey everytime the youngest cracks a stupid joke.
“You should leave the teasing to me.”
She chuckled and took her hands to his cheeks, bringing him closer to her. He didn’t protest at that.
“Don’t think I will.” she provoked before kissing him once more. This kiss felt different somehow, it carried this sort of tenderness that made her heart flutter and butterflies dance in her stomach. Leo’s lips even felt gentler, as if she was this precious thing he had to treat kindly or else she would break.
Of course, intimacy increased once more and they both felt like there were too much clothes on the way. He went down her neck, kissing the marks he previously left, then he devoured her right breast, making she shiver with his cold tongue and place a hand above her mouth to muffle her lewd sounds. Leo palyed with her nipple for a bit before letting it go with a gentle kiss. He went down and down her stomach, kissing her shivering self until he reached her soaked core covered by her pants. he quickly undressed her, leaving the woman only with a white pair of laced panties. He stared down at her, his pupils dialated, he looked, now, like an animal staring down it’s prey. He was entranced by her.
“Look at you.” he growled, sniffing her wetness “You’re soaked.”
Jesus christ, this was too sinful of a vision.
Layla closed her legs at the sheer contact of his beak, but he spread her legs wide open.
“M’gonna make a mess out of you.” he ripped the white fabric out of her, she didn’t care.
“W-wait, I should be the one to- ah!” she moaned, he had bit the insides of her thigh -”m-make you feel good- ” He grinned accompanied by a low chuckle, his hot breath tickling her insides.
“Oh, princess, there’s nothing that will make me feel better than to have you cum all over my tongue, besides-” he tucked one finger inside just to provoke, fuck, she was going mad “You were such a good teacher last time, let me show you that I’m a good pupil.”
He sunked his mouth to her aching cunt, oh, the first contact was divine, he devoured her whole. His tongue glided up and down at first, savoring her taste, making Layla shiver and arch her back. Her legs moved on it’s own but he held her tight in place.
He found her clit soon enough, tracing slow circles and sucking with such raw need, like she was the best thing he had ever put his lips on.
“Leo… ah!” her sweet moans turned him into a sadistic man it seemed, he increased the intensity of his licks, almost as if he wanted to drive her insane.
“L-Leo-”
Up and down.
“Fuck-It’s too much I-”
Up and down.
“Leo!”
Circles and more circles.
“I’m-I’m gonna…”
He sucked her throbbing clit one more time before she came undone completely on his mouth. Her whole body twitched while a primal sound came from the dephts of her throat, good thing his bedroom was secluded from the others. The woman’s breath was ragged and there were tears falling from her eyes, she was high on the clouds with the orgasm, Leo was pleased. He kissed the insides of her thighs, nibbing her soft flesh gently while feeling her spasms.
Leo finally let go of her thighs, he hoisted himself up, staring down at her in that matress with soaked sheets beneath. Layla’s face was burning hot, not because of shame, oh no, but because of how aroused she was.
“Look at you” His said while lowering himself to her face, his body caging her completely “So beautiful…” he grabbed her neck very lightly, not choking the girl, almost worshipping her in a way. Her already ragged breath became more desesperate, every touch was now torture, she wanted, needed more.
“Leo…please…”
Her moans weren’t just moans anymore, no, they were a plea. Leo let out a satisfied smirk, bastard, she thought to herself.
“I’m gonna drop inside you, okay?” he said while positioning his cloaca above her soaked slit, his elbows now supporting his weight.
She nodded immediatly, giving him all the permission he could ask for, and to that he obliged. His dick sunk inside her, streching, making her core ache with his sheer size. A whine escaped her lips as she shut her eyes to endure everything, the pain and the pleasure.
Leo stayed still for some moments, always letting her adjust to him for the first few seconds. He had such a sinful expression, as if he was about to burst, his hands turned into fists
“Fuck…” his tone was raspy, fuck, that alone excited her. Layla wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes finally open. “Go on, please.” she asked with such eagerness in her voice, Leo could barely hold back anymore. His thrusts began slow at first, poking her deep. Each movement making her whole body sway on that bed and a new delightful sob roll out of her tongue. With their new found rhythm, Leo’s pace got faster, rougher. His groans were primal, loud, overbarring her moans even at times. She digged her nails further into his scales, the action finally making him aware of her tiny scratches, it pushed him over the edge, he relished the feeling.
Leo took one good look at her, she had the most druken like expression he had ever seen, tears threatening to fall from her eyes
“So perfect for me…” he slowed his pace, staring down at her, his thrusts became steady again, torturous “Of course you make me forget everything, how could I not?” another deep one “When you squeeze me so tight and give me that look” he held her chin tight in his hands “Are you trying to bewitch me?”
Layla looked at that man above her, no, not only a man, he was too beautiful, too hot to be described as merely as a man. His expression alone, so taunting, actually realishing at her abused sight, annoingly sexy. She couldn’t bear it anymore, she felt as if she was about to burst once more that night. Her realease got closer and closer at each thrust, each filhty word that came out of his mouth. He was the only thing in her mind, his name became a mantra she repeated over and over.
Leo
Leo
Leo
With a final tear that slided down her flushed face, Layla felt her core clenching around his cock, the sensations becoming too strong for her overwhelmed self. “Leo… fuck!”
The overflow was somehow even more powerful than the first one. The ecstasy railling her mind until she thought of nothing but that pleasure. Her limbs became numb too soon, her already clouded mind having trouble to form a coherent line of thought for a couple of seconds, and with Leo’s pace as relentless as ever, the orgasm seemed to last even longer.
But Layla had this deep desire to do one more thing, to provoke him, push him over that cliff. She took her hands to his jaw, forcing eye-to-eye contact, her voice sweet, pliant, a misture of a whisper with a moan “I want you to cum inside, please… Haven’t I been good... ahn, Leo? …”
His pupils dialated, the blue of his eyes disappearing almost completely. He sunk his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, rubbing his beak on her skin while his pace got faster and stronger, his thick lenght felt heavenly inside, as if he was made for her and she was made for him.
Leonardo sounded like an animal during heat, his groans and moans incoherent, he cursed words she didn’t even comprehend, but in all honesty, she didn’t care, being stuffed to the brim with him was all she wanted at the moment, and judging by his animalistic actions, this was his desire as well.
“Fuck- Layla” he growled, the possessive pronoun almost reaching the same spot as his dick was, making her so responsive core twist in pleasure once more. His intensity going up and up, Leo sunk his canines in Layla’s neck with such raw need he was able to taste her blood, and with one last brutal motion, he came deep inside her, growling like an wild animal.
“LEo!”
He collapsed on top of her, incridibly so, still with enough composure to not crush her beneath him with his massive weight. Leo kept his cock buried inside, still hard and twitching even after several minutes. They stayed there, together in silence, just savoring the afterglow of it all. His head now rested on her neck, where he could feel her quick pulse slowing down by the second. It had a calming effect.
“You smell like me.” he mumbled, voice raspy and muffled by her skin. Nevertheless, Layla could understand him clearly, she let out a soft giggle.
“There are worse things to smell like.”
“Ouch.” he joked, finally lifting his expression to face her, she took a god look on his features, the way his green scales were glistening as if he had a pretty lair of glitter spread all over his forehead, his mask slightly messed up. As Layla notice his blue garnament off placed, she took her had gently to it to fix it.
“Thanks.”
“Dont mention it.” she played with the blue lenght of his mask, twirling it around her ginger very carefully, not to mock, but because the sensation of it felt oddly satisfying.
“Think the others will notice it?”
He cliked his tongue as he searched for a clear answer to her question, “If you take a good shower than it will probably be okay. I guess”
She thought about it for a second, her lips pressed together before she finally spoke, “Well, what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Aren’t you smelling like me?”
His facade cracked into a laughter, which made her slightly confused, but not bothered, more curious if anything.
“What?” she said in between her own chuckles “Have I said anything stupid?”
“Of course not sweetheart, I just have to inform you about some things, that’s all.”
Wth their quick banter, his cock began to soften and retract back to his body, the sudden action making her feel empty, she let out one last low moan as he finally pulled out. The fearless leader fell beside her on the sheet.
“Easy there.” oh, he was teasing?
“Fuck you big boy.” she pointed him her middle finger and Leo simply chuckled in amusement.
“Do you want to take that bath? I’ll prepare the bathtub for you-” he said getting up on the bed already, but she didn’t want him to go, not yet, she reached his arm, “Wait, I’m not in a rush.” she brought him back next to her. The turtle’s expression was soft, but curious.”
“Thought it might be good to get this smell off of you soon.”
“Who said I wanted to?”
He looked at her in slight confusion, his lips parting for a moment, “You don’t?”
She closed her eyes and nuzzled her face in his plastron, “I like your smell.” He planted his arms on her back, bringing her closer, she fit like the perfect pillow in his embrace. His hands were drawing small circles on her back, the motion got her sleepy “Like I said, there are worst things I could smell of. Besides, I’m tired and sore, let me just stay still for a bit.” Laylas face was burried in his plastron, so she couldn’t see his face, she could only hear a low churr coming from him, she peeked, curious to know what humoured him.
“What?”
He had a cute smile on “Nothing, m’sorry about that.”
Oh, she understood it well, she was the one smirking now. “Oh you’ve got a big ego now don’t you?” she poked his beak, he cracked another laugh, taking her hand gently in his and laying it besides them.
“You’re assuming it!”
“I suppose I am.” her smile died down a bit, her face with a new found tranquility, seeing him smile like that.
“Are you feeling better?” she asked, her eyebrowns denouncing her worry. She prompted her elbows on the bed so she could see him eye to eye. Leo stared her so deeply she felt like he reached her soul, he squeezed her hand, an affectionate gesture to try and tranquilize her.
“I am.”
She smiled, less worried about his state of mind. “Good, that’ good.” She felt the need to ask if he wanted to talk about it, but she was worried he might shut down again, maybe she was too on the nose, because he hugged her close, kissing her temple.
“Thank you, for… everything. I know you want me to… open up, and I want to. With you, I-…” He tripped on words, but took a deep breath mid sentence to clear his mind apparently, it seemed to work. “Would you like to share a cup of tea with me later?”
As she heard his invitation, her features lit up, “Yes, of course.” Layla kissed the corner of his lips whitout thinking, it took him by surprise, his carresses on her back stopped for a second, but he smiled. When she backed down, realizing what she had done, she almost regretted it, not because she didn’t mean it, but that was too much for them, their deal, right? But Leo seemed okay with that.
“I could get used to this.” his voice was deep, free of malice. He grazed her cheek, his touch was too loving, impossible for her to resist. But the woman was confused, she didn’t expect this level of affection, this felt much more intimate than the sex itself, and the worst part was the way it made her heart flutter. They were like a couple.
“Maybe I am bewitching you.”
“There are worst things you could do me.”
And as they stared into each other, trying to decipher what it meant, they shared one last kiss, deep, meaningful. And one single kiss led to another, and soon, the room was filled yet again with their sounds. After too many rounds, they finally took a bath, the hours passed by quickly when they were so lost in their own little world. Maybe this meant something new for them, but neither Leo nor Layla seemed against this newfound possibility. A feeling that bloomed a long time ago. Ah, spring came earlier this year, yes, that’s what it must have been. Strange, it was still february.