i_speak_softly | Forty-Fifth Theory [Voice/Action]

[In fact, Don was in the bath when Raph came to tell him about the draft announcement. But he'll gladly bathe again, especially if doing so brings him closer to Robert, either directly or indirectly.]

[He strips off his own remaining gear, folding it neatly at the foot of the bed.]

A bath or a shower?

Showers are more efficient, but... [Shyly:] Well, the l-last time I suggested this was in the m-middle of a bath, so... p-perhaps it would be... fitting.

[Only he's his scrawny little human self this time. How can Don find this appealing...? He wonders whether he should even try to question it.

... Wait, he always questions everything. Of course he should.]

... I-It depends on which you p-prefer, of course...

A bath is fine with me. [He leans over to kiss whichever part of Robert's face is convenient, then goes into the bathroom to start running the water.]

[Robert follows rather closely, making a point of sticking close to Don. Naked, his body heat is a lot easier to discern - for obvious reasons, since he isn't covered by several layers of fabric - and he takes advantage of this by pressing his slender form into Don's sides, cautiously stroking his shell in little patterns that mimic the ones on the smooth surface.

... His shell is really beautiful, actually. Maybe it isn't flawless - nothing in nature is flawless, really - but it has a weathered beauty reminiscent of some craggy surface, like an oceanside cliff face.]

... Y-You're so beautiful, Don... [He murmurs this while tracing Don's carapace with slow tenderness.

It doesn't even occur to Robert how strange this might sound to an outsider, or even to Don himself.]

[Don sits on the edge of the tub, and looks back up at Robert with a bright but nervous smile. His partner's body heat has reminded him - a comfortable bath temperature for a turtle might feel too cold to a human.]

[He gestures to the running water.]

Is this warm enough for you?

[Distracted from the whole being-sappy thing for a moment, Robert leans over to sample the temperature of the water. It is slightly cooler than what he's used to...]

Hrm... a bit warmer would be nice, but... I would not wish to make you uncomfortable either...

[Besides, Robert doesn't depend as much on the heat of the water.]

I ought to learn exactly what the most comfortable temperature is for you... [Robert tries too hard.]

[These are tangents Don doesn't want to go on right now. There are conversations they'll have to have in the fall, but... they don't need to have them tonight.]

[He reaches over and turns up the hot water a little.]

After you.

[To his credit, Robert knows something about it. Something. He's been researching, after all.

At Don's behest, he carefully steps into the bath, sinking into the warm water. Carefully, he scoots away enough so that there'll be room for Don to get in, hopefully without smacking his shell off anything like Robert was brilliant enough to do as a turtle.]

Ah... w-would, would you want my... a-assistance, in terms of... bathing you?

[This question might be less platonic than it sounds. Hence Robert blushing.]

[Don climbs gracefully into the tub, turning off the water as he does so, and smiles a little at the suggestion.]

I think it would defeat the purpose if I didn't bathe myself first. [He reaches for soap and a washcloth.] But after that I'm all yours.

[This prospect makes Robert smile too, and sends a small thrill of arousal through him as well.]

... I-in that case... [Robert goes to wash himself as well - even though he was already pretty clean himself - and takes ample time to clean his face especially, wiping away whatever remnants of tears he had. He can't let himself cry right now.

Right now is a time to... to be happy, with Don. It's still hard to believe that Don wants him... but... he is beyond happy that he does.

Also, the warm water might be nice for Don in other ways too, if Robert's memory of how it made him feel when he was a turtle applies for him too.]

[It is nice, and between the warm water and the closeness of a willing, beloved partner, Don's tail is already a little swollen. He handles it more gently than usual as he scrubs it clean, and as he does so he subtly makes sure Robert can see what he's doing. After that he goes quickly over the rest of himself, before rinsing off the soap and shyly offering the washcloth to Robert.]

[Robert is watching - nay, admiring, really - this gentle washing. He's never really gotten a good, long, sustained look at Don's tail before - especially not in this situation - and it's exciting in the current context, especially once Robert realizes he's slightly swollen.

Taking the washcloth a little shakily from Don's fingers, he repeats the action on himself; his breath hitches slightly as he washes his penis, which Don might notice is also a little engorged.

He can't help but smile nervously - but genuinely - at Don, though. It's been far, far too long since he's actually had anybody see him in any state of arousal.]

[Don hadn't meant for Robert to use the same dirty washcloth, and he takes a moment to remind himself that, for what they're about to do, he had better be as blunt and specific as possible with his sometimes-clueless partner.]

[Now that they're clean for each other, Don slides forward a little, waiting for Robert to make the first move.]

[... Blunt and specific, Donatello.]

Do you... want to touch me now?

[Derp. Well, knowing how OCD Robert is, he practically sterilized it first. ~~That's partially mun failure, though.~~

But yes. Blunt and specific. That is essentially the only way to communicate anything to him.

At the question, Robert nods, his eyes bright with an eagerness that mirrors the kind he has when he works on a particularly engrossing report.]

How would you... wish for me to do so...? [Robert closes any remaining distance between their bodies, feeling inadequate but wanting to please Don anyway in some lasting form that will hopefully make the later traumas easier to bear.]

A-Anything you'd like... [He hesitantly takes one of Don's hands in his own, stroking his fingertips over the pebbly skin.]

[Don reverses the grip, bringing Robert's hands to his knees. From there he leads them up the outside of his legs, then over his thighs to continue up the inside curve. When they reach the inner point of the angle made by his body, he guides Robert's hands slowly, slowly down, until his fingertips rest on Don's tail.]

[And he looks up.]

[Robert willingly cooperates with this, letting Don guide his hands over his body with slow tenderness, revelling in the sensation of his warmed skin under his fingertips. He leans forward a little to brush his lips softly against Don's smooth plastron in the process of touching him...

... And then when he feels Don's tail against his fingertips - a little fuller-feeling than the rest of him - he looks up as well, meeting his gaze with a steadiness that he can only achieve with Don. Everybody else he'd have to look away from when the familiar fear kicked in.]

... Pl-please tell me if... i-if I am... s-succeeding in the endeavour...

[And so Robert begins to very gently - cautiously, like Don'll break if he's too hard - stroke his fingertips over the surface of Don's tail, in little rhythmic patterns. It's subtle, but he notices Don's cloaca, and is carefully tracing around the edge of it... probably more gently than he should be, but he's never done anything quite like this.]

[Don takes his hands away, using them to steady himself as he shifts position a little, leaning back on his shell more to take his weight off his tail. That should help things along - and indeed, Robert may notice that Don's tail is gradually enlarging.]

You can - do more - if you want.

[And he weaves his fingers around Robert's, demonstrating some moves he knows to be effective. A squeeze around the thick base of the tail, a rough stroke along the length, a slow pinch to the tip.]

[There probably aren't too many humans who would objectively find this situation as erotic as Robert finds it right now; his stomach is full of the hypothetical butterflies and he's all-too-aware of his own arousal pressing up against himself. But he doesn't pay any attention to it; instead he takes in Don's own masturbatory techniques and emulates them himself with his small, slender fingers - probably so different from Don's own, at least in such a sensitive place. ... Well, comparitively sensitive, anyway - turtles aren't exactly as sensitive as humans are.

He licks his lips occasionally, both from concentration and from the very human urge to get his mouth involved, but he doesn't yet - after all, Don hasn't given him permission to do anything like that.]

I... I-I would love to... b-but wh-what... what a-are you comfortable with...?

[He still can't forget Don practically having to suppress panic at having his plastron stroked, and it makes logical sense that somewhere like his genital region would provoke even more panicking.]

[It is different. On the sensitive skin of his tail, Don can more easily discern individual contact points, and the sheer number of them now is unfamiliar and strange. But they are the fingers of his partner, the person he trusts intimately, and Don finds himself enjoying these sensations that he could never create for himself.]

Keep doing that.

[And it's about now that Don notices how far Robert's own arousal has progressed.]

Oh, but you're -

[He reaches forward through the water. He stops short, not sure whether he should touch, but the ripples from his hands press up around Robert's body.]

[Robert's breathing hitches again as Don's hesitant near-touch hovers around his inner thighs. He gently catches his bottom lip in his teeth and smiles nervously.]

... P-Please, f-feel free if... i-if you would like to...

I-I'm certain you... y-you will be w-wonderful.

[He continues stroking Don, the warm water lapping at his forearms as his fingers caress more enticingly - well, he hopes so anyway - and trace across Don's vent.

He isn't sure how similar Don's genitals are to the average turtle's, but he figures they're probably close enough that he can assume some convergency.]

A-Am I... am I p-pleasing you effectively...? B-Because, because I could do... s-something more involved if, if you w-wished... though some of it m-might require g-getting out of this bath...

[Specifically, anything oral. Robert doesn't exactly want to half-drown himself; that isn't sexy.]

Very. [In fact, he may have somewhat underestimated how pleasant this could be. But a moment later:] If I don't move now, I won't be able to.

[He won't touch Robert yet, so as not to leave him hanging if they are about to take a momentary intermission.]

Th-then... then perhaps we ought to... th-though I know how pl-pleasant the water must be, but u-unfortunately there are some r-rather notable space constraints...

[Robert cannot stop rambling even when aroused as hell.

In any case, though, he leaves off on the touching long enough to get out of the tub, making sure he doesn't trip and smack into the floor, and dries himself off with an almost-reluctance. It was nice in there, he just... didn't know how effective it would've been for much other than masturbatory things...

At any rate, when he's dry he'll concentrate on assisting Don dry too, although it won't be entirely platonic, what with Robert's penis pressing insistently into Don whenever they're close enough - this might prompt a few small, soft sounds from Robert as well.]

One of these days I'll get you in a lake.

[And he climbs out of the tub. He wouldn't even bother to dry off, but he doesn't want to get Robert's bed wet. ~~That will probably be the least of Robert's laundry concerns, soon.~~ Robert's apparent proprioceptive difficulties bewilder him, and he tries to get the drying done as quickly as possible so they can move on to something more comfortable for both of them.]

[Don looks decidedly uncomfortable as he walks back to the bedroom, though, his stance stiff and almost bow-legged. He lowers himself onto the bed with a groan.]

[~~Oh, Robert's bed is going to get wet, alright. That's one thing he isn't completely prepared for.~~

... And they aren't quite difficulties so much as Robert actually liking the sensation, though, yes, delays are bad at this point.

The scientist does notice his partner's stance, and for a moment he's genuinely concerned until he realizes it probably has to do with the fact his tail is very swollen. This just makes him more determined to relieve his partner's pent-up arousal, of course, and he drops his hands back to Don's tail when the turtle is situated.]

D-Do you... [He hesitates a moment, blushing, before his epic bluntness kicks in.] ... W-Would you m-mind, perhaps, if... i-if I... p-performed oral sex on you...?

[He doesn't know if "fellatio" quite works in this context... maybe?]

I, er, w-would do my... u-utmost to be gentle...

[Don grunts a little in surprise when Robert is so quick to touch him again. He would have thought his partner's OCD tendencies would compel him to straighten up some already-pristine part of the room first.]

Not yet. [He runs a thumb past his vent - now that they're out of the distorting effects of the water, Robert might notice that the opening is slightly dilated from the barely-visible slit it normally is.] I'm -- it's supposed to come out.

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