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Sitting lotus style on a tatami mat in the dojo you waited patiently for Leonardo to return. He had asked if you’d be willing to try something he had been thinking about for a while. He didn’t elaborate to what he wanted but when those pleading blue eyes bore into your soul, who were you to deny him a simple pleasure. He had never done anything to make you uncomfortable or cause you discomfort so why would he now? You agreed with a smile and Leo left in a hurry to his room to gather what he required for his request.
Left alone you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath listening to the silence in their home. The lair was yours for the evening, Master splinter was at April’s for an evening of old movies and his three brothers were at Casey’s for the game. Whatever he had planned would do go undisturbed thankfully.
When Leonardo’s frame engulfed the door of the dojo you saw a small bottle and brush in those big hands of his. How curious, what was he planning? Where was the canvas to paint on? As he made his way back over to you, you noticed Leo had changed into some simple dark blue cotton pants. They hung low on his hips exposing those magnificent adonis lines leading up to a bare chest. The site of him was always breathtaking, perfection in one big green package and it was yours, a plump little nobody had landed a colossi green god.
Wetting your lips, you followed the ninja cross the room admiring the muscles as he moved and the slight swing of a certain appendage hidden behind those cotton pants.
Lowering to his knees Leo set the items to the side and rested his palms on your thighs. The heat from them always warmed you to your core, and the knowledge what those hands could do yet be so gentle with you made your mind a little mush. Leonardo was a living breathing weapon trained with deadly precision but with you he was loving, gentle and so very tender. Yet he still knew when you needed him to be rough, knew just what you needed when you needed it.
“Do you trust me?”
You nodded with certainty, “With everything that I am.”
Without another word his large palms slide up your thighs to the hem of your shirt and began to lift. You acknowledged the movement and allowed the terrapin to rid you of the garment pulling it up and over your head. His knuckles made sure to bush against your sides as they pulled up and then moved behind you to the clasp of your bra. Again, without hesitation you leaned forward to assist and with a flick of this deft fingers the last piece of fabric covering your upper half released their hold on your breasts and slipped down your arms and to the floor.
With care Leonardo folded said garments and pressed the palm of his hand to your chest to usher you back. Keeping eye contact you lowered down unfolding your legs to make room for him between them. The look on his face was intense keeping all your focus on him so when your back finally connected with the coolness of the bamboo mat a quick hiss left your lips in surprise. Almost instantly the temp effected the brown peaks of your breasts puckering the sensitive skin.
Shifting forward into the space offered Leo’s knees moved beneath yours until his pelvis rested at your back side. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you for quite some time, but I’ve felt a little foolish asking.” His palm traveled down between your breasts to your navel where it paused, and his fingers curled a bit at the roundness there. “Such a perfect canvas.”
“Ohh.” It finally hit you what Leonardo wanted to do; YOU were his canvas. Ooh. Leo knew you were ticklish so this was going to be interesting, how long could you sit still for the leader?
His hands lingered a little longer, the look of contentment was apparent on his face which gave you peace knowing he was happy with your size. No disgust, just loving looks as his eyes traveled over his canvas planning out his art. The extra pounds never made him look at you a different way in fact he loved it. He was a big man, massive, and he knew when things got a little intense in bed you wouldn’t break. You could take the extra stamina that Leonardo had to offer.
Done with his appraisal Leonardo took your hands and lifted them above your head. “These stay up here. If they move, I’ll stop.”
You nodded with a quick swallow.
Next, he leaned to the side and retrieved the small bottle filled with ink and pulled the cork from its top with a soft pop. His other hand found the old brush dipping the bristles into the black void covering them in indigo ink. “Hold still my amai.”
The tip of the wet brush made contact just above your pant line at your hip and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from squirming. The strokes were slow and precise dragging the cool ink along your skin and with precision the ninja master drew his first kanji along the soft flesh of your hip. It had tickled at first but as you witnessed his concentration and the blue of his iris’s darken, the feather like strokes erupted goosebumps instead. Such delicious torture, how could something so innocent be so erotic? Or maybe this was the sexiest thing Leo had ever done to you?
And so it began, Leo drew kanji one and after another at a snail’s pace making sure each brush stroke was perfect. As he finished one above your navel the tip stayed connected and moved up through the valley of your breasts making a hard right to encircle a lone nipple. His free hand rested beside you as he hovered over keeping a keen eye on his work. You tried to ignore the heat that was slowly consuming you, to keep from rolling onto the attention but you felt like you were going to burst.
“Leo…”
“Don’t move, you wouldn’t want to smudge my work, would you?”
“N-no I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Good, you’re being such a good girl, so still for me.”
If it hadn’t been so quiet in the lair you would have missed the increase in his breathing. Mr. Calm and collected was getting excited himself, yet his hands were so still. Another pass of wetness drug down your side and up followed by a dot. Your hands gripped at the edge of the tatami mat trying to keep yourself from moving. You wanted to reach for him, touch him, anything Jesus Christ, but he must have seen your arms move forward.
“Careful, no touching. Not yet as least.”
The brush moved a little closer to the bottom of your left breast and you jumped slightly, and Leonardo huffed with a smirk. Setting the brush down on the top of the bottle the leader slipped his thumb into his mouth wetting the digit agonizingly slow. The pink of his tongue swirled around the tip and just when you thought you’d lose your fucking mind he finally pulled it free.
Glistening with his saliva Leo pressed his thumb to the mistake along your ribcage and wiped it clean deliberately slow. His thumb continued down, down your side and under your back where he gripped lightly pulling up to arch your back. “You look so beautiful like this. Thank you for allowing me this. A few months back as I practiced, I imagined your body adorned with kanji. The thought was so enticing but I thought….” He brought the tip of the brush back down running along the bottom of your breast this time lining the roundness. “It would be a little odd to ask of you.”
Trying to keep from moaning as he continued his work you let out a shaky breath, “Leo there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I would lay down my life for you. And if I’m being perfectly honest, I have never been more turned on in my life.”
“I know….I can smell it.” Leonardo leaned down mindful not to mess his work. “And that’s what going to make this next part so challenging.” His voice dropped an octave. “Having my way with you without smudging a single stroke.”
Japanese Translation: Amai = sweet