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WARNING: SMUT AHEAD, OF THE SMUTTY VARIETY.

The First Time Going Down For Guys: How to Rock Her World he read, skimming over the page for a moment. Hm. Well, there were plenty of diagrams and bullet points here; the page seemed to be in proper grammatical format and even had links to other articles at the end. He scrolled through the sections, glancing over the beginning...

Oral sex can be a great way to warm up your partner before intercourse. Well, he didn't exactly want this to lead directly to their first time, he wanted it to be about her, but that was still handy to know. Most women aren't ready for full-on intercourse after just brief foreplay, especially if they haven't been very sexually active in the past. That was an especially good tidbit. It's important to approach her slowly and steadily if it's her first time as well. You can get things started with simple kisses and playing with her breasts- Okay, so he had some context there because they'd already done that. -and then moving on to below. Begin gently, licking around her labia and the clitoris..

Okay, okay, he'd seen most of this before. He scrolled past two sections until he'd caught the words 'What to do with You Fingers While You're Down There' a-ha! This was what he'd been looking for. He felt he had a handle on the oral side of things at this stage but he knew that multitasking could be important when bringing a girl to-

"Hey, Nerd-o!" Raphael interrupted his thoughts, slamming the door to Donatello's lab as part of his grand entrance. "Time for lunch!"

"RAPH!" Donatello slammed his laptop shut. "I, I mean, h-hey, hey Raph." He breathed deeply for a moment, trying to calm down from the shock. "I'll be right there."

"Whatcha doin that's got you so riled up?" Raphael asked, smirking knowingly. "It's about April, isn't it?" He teased, moving over to the laptop. "Lemme see."

"NO!" Donnie reached for the contraption, but Raph already had the computer in his hands. "Raph, I'm serious, you don't want to look at that!"

"Oh, reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally?" The temperamental turtle's emerald eyes were glistening with mischief. "Why don't I?"

"Um...it just, it's...it's personal!" Donatello insisted. Normally Raph would have baited him more, but...from the way he said 'personal' and the chat he'd had with Sensei last week...he put two and two together and placed the computer back on the desk; he preferred to not be mentally scarred from the mental image of sibling sex.

Still, he had figured that Splinter would have discouraged Donatello from doing anything with April. Wasn't it dishonorable to have relations before marriage or something? Wouldn't he have thought Donatello was too young? Donatello, meanwhile, was wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole and really, could his face be any redder?

"Donnie?" Raphael spoke after a moment, his tone eerily calm.

"Y-yes?" Donatello squeaked.

"What exactly did Splinter talk to you about last week?"

"Uh..." Donatello turned away a bit, feeling the burn on his cheeks. "Well, you see, it was...he was attempting to-"

"It was a sex talk, wasn't it." Even if he already knew for a fact that it was, he didn't want Donnie on his case for eavesdropping.

"Yeah."

"What did he say?" Raph asked, his eye narrowed. Donatello snorted. Raph really was being nosy, but he supposed that was a big brother's job and he may as well put his sibling at ease.

"What didn't he say would be the more prudent question. He went on about responsibility for a while, safe...relations, etcetera. But eventually...he said that this was okay."

"Seriously?" Raphael balked. Splinter had approved?

"Well, he had a few conditions about it. But, he said that when I looked at April...he said that he used to look at Tang Shen the same way...and that we should do what feels right for us. Emotionally, that is. He said that if we are going to have...relations, that they need to come from a place of love and I need to be certain it's what both of us want." Donatello explained. Raphael let that sink in for a long moment.

"You and April... you love each other, right?"

"Absolutely."

"And...you're gonna be...like, safe about this stuff?" He asked, avoiding Donatello's gaze. The purple-masked turtle smiled at his brother fondly.

"Of course."

"In that case, never, EVER let me look at your laptop again." "And um...good luck, or whatever."

...

"And then he was like, 'dude, that's not a narwhal, that's my girlfriend!'" Mikey finished up his joke and doubled over laughing. April giggled accordingly, stirring the ramen on the stove top.

"Good one, Mikey. Hey, there's my guy!" She waved as Donnie and Raph entered the kitchen. Donatello's face lit up at seeing her.

"April!" He chirped, bounding over to the stove to hug her. "What're you doing here? It's the middle of a Wednesday!" The redhead giggle and pecked her boyfriend on the lips while his brothers made gagging sounds.

"It's a teacher in-service day, so I slept in for a bit and then came over."

"Mmmm. Well it's very nice to see you." He mumbled, nuzzling her neck briefly before backing away to help Raph with the dishes. Normally he didn't do a lot of PDA in front of his brothers; only pecks, hugs and cuddles were what he wanted his family to see of his relationship. However, it had been a week since their more-than-training session and they hadn't had a lot of time together since.

"Hello, Miss O'Neil." Splinter greeted as he and Leonardo entered. "Not that I am not delighted to see you, but what are you doing here in the middle of a school day?" Donatello let his eyes wander to his chattering love as she explained her situation. Her eyes were so bright, her nose so delicate...it almost seemed like he forgot how stunning she was until the next time he looked at her. He had to make this special for her. After his horrible attempt at fingering he was determined to have April come apart at his ministrations. He'd felt so good when she had brought him to the edge, felt so loved and treasured along with the physical satisfaction. And he was determined to make April feel that way too.

...

"How's the research going?" Donatello asked from underneath the patrol buggy. April, seated nearby with her laptop, shrugged and adjusted her position, clicking another link on the page and typing down some notes.

"Fine. This whole 'paper right after another paper' thing is getting pretty annoying."

"That's what you get for taking Honors U.S. History." He began to tighten a bolt. "But it can't be that bad if it's at your skill level. You're smart April, embrace it."

"Pfft. Says you. You don't get punished with research papers for being smart."

"Well, I don't think I would like you so much if you weren't as smart as you are." Donnie rolled out from under the patrol buggy, wiping a hand over his perspiring brow. "Your brain is one of my favorite parts of you." He smiled, rising to wash his hands and face.

"Oh, is that so?" April held back a smirk and fluttered her eyes, attempting to alter her pose for a more sultry look. "Do you have a list?" Being cheeky like this was one of her favorite past times; in her eyes a flustered Donnie was cuter than a sneezing kitten.

"Um, well...you see..." He trailed off, a pinkish blush already staining the apples of his cheeks. April did an internal victory dance. Success!

"Go on..." She encouraged, standing and approaching him with a swagger in her hips and half-mast eyes. "Tell me." She smiled when she reached him and trailed a single finger on his plastron, tracing aimless circles. "What do you like about me, Donnie?" He glanced down at her and fought with himself, do not stammer, do not turn into a floundering idiot, she's clearly in the mood and this is your chance! He closed his eyes, took a breath and when he opened them he gave April his own sultry stare.

"I love almost everything about you, April." He bent down and began to trail kisses down her neck. "I love your freckles, your eyes, your smile..." He suckled on her pulse point a little and began to play with the hem of her shirt. "Really, I could go on for hours. There's so much about you to love."

"O-oh?" She stammered. How had the tables turned so quickly? Now he was on his knees, beginning to kiss her stomach.

"Yes." He whispered lowly, trailing the tip of his tongue into her bellybutton. "Perhaps, I could give you a demonstration instead?" He paused his ministrations and looked up at her, his eyes curious. Oh. She realized as he tugged on them hem of your shirt. He's asking permission. Leave it to Donatello to act like a gentleman while trying to get into her pants.

"What...kind of demonstration?"

"I was thinking along the lines of an oral presentation concerning the female orgasm." He answered smoothly.

"You...you really want to do that?" April asked, her eyes wide.

"I really do. But only if you want it too." He peppered some more kisses on her stomach. "Do you want this?"

"Yes." She answered shyly. "But...where should we do this? There's nowhere to sit in here, I feel like it'll be too obvious if we go to your room and my aunt expects me to be gone all weekend."

"I think...I have an idea." Donatello stood and walked over to the patrol buggies, where he separated his car from the others. "The seat's pretty comfy and I'll have easy access because the front's lower than the back." He extended a hand to her. "Make yourself comfortable." April smiled shyly and made her way over to him, walking rather stiffly and then sitting in the cart. She debated whether or not she should part her legs as Donnie kneeled down across from her.

"So...what am I supposed to-umph!" April's nervous posture relaxed when Donatello cut her off with a kiss.

"Just relax," he instructed, nipping at her neck, "and let me do all the work." He sealed his words with another kiss and began to make his way down her neck, making sure to leave a few marks along her collarbone. He toyed with the hem of her shirt again, only lifting it when she squeezed his hand as a non-vocal sign of permission. He rolled the fabric up slowly, alternating between small nibbling kisses and long, wet tastes of her flesh. When he reached her bra he pushed the shirt over her head and discarded it, lavishing her cleavage with kisses and licks before taking off her bra to start on her nipples.

"HAH!" April cried out as he sucked hard on her right breast. He must have been doing research or something, or perhaps he was simply more confident with familiar territory. She felt her center pulse with his ministrations and fought the urge to squirm. She'd never known this could feel so good; it certainly hadn't when she'd brought herself relief in the past. But the way he worshiped her body with his mouth, she figured it was no surprise; Donatello always helped her realize things about herself she'd never known before.

"My Sakura..." he breathed, moving down her stomach. "May I..." He dipped his tongue into her navel again.

"Yes!" She gasped. "Please, Donnie..." He nodded, unbuttoning her shorts and sliding both them and her panties down to her knees in one smooth motion. Oh. She smelled deep and bright and beautiful, she smelled so April it was suffocating him with hazy want.

"Sakura," he leaned up a moment and kissed her. "I love you, I cherish you, and I want to feel you know this." And with that he bent down again, tentatively licking up her folds. When she gave a light sigh he parted them gently with his fingers and began to lick around her labia, trailing his tongue slowly around her and relishing the taste of her on his tongue. When he actually kissed her there April thought she would fall apart.

He was attracted to her, he clearly wanted her, but he was doing this because he loved her, this was all for her. She felt it with every slow lick up her labia and every kiss pressed to her hole...and then he lifted the hood ever so gently and began to suck right at the bundle of nerves near the top of her womanhood. Slowly first, but then she felt another weight, a sensation stretching her right below and the pulsing suck of his lips right on her clitoris and then she was gone, her center rippling deeply through her entire core. Donatello lovingly lapped up her juices as she tingled with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Donnie..." was the first mumble from her throat when her head had stopped spinning. "Oh, Donatello..." She leaned up (had she arched her back and neck like that?) and was met with his brown-red gaze.

"Was...that okay?" He asked, looking a bit nervous. "I used my thumb because it's smaller and I figured it wouldn't hurt as much...I read orgasm was more intense with clitoral stimulation and stimulated intercourse combined." April threw her arms around his neck, hugging him close.

"Thank you..." She whispered into the crook of his neck and shoulders. "Donnie that was amazing...I love you so much." Donatello hugged her back, doing an internal victory dance. Mission accomplished!

"I love you too." He smiled, using his powerful hands to lift her from the patrol buggy and help her stand. While April got dressed he grabbed a towel to clean the seat of the buggy; his brothers could smell just as well as he could and he didn't want them to know too much when they went to patrol later. He smirked as he wiped the seat down, he had some pretty fond memories of this cart now.

..He just hoped he wouldn't be too distracted when he had to sit where April had come during patrol.

Heh. I hope you all enjoyed Sexy!Donatello. Also, the patrol buggy's been defiled, because this is my fic and Imma do what I want with it! :D I'm not sure what the next chapter should be...I know where I wanna go eventually but from this exact point on it's iffy. I may do a few casual interludes because I don't want to get to their first time just yet...I already have two in mind. Please, please review and let me know what you think!