Leonardo looks at you with unreadable expression. Only he can say what's going on his head. "Hello."

(Leonardo looks surprised and confused at the same time.) "Ummm... I'm not sure what you mean by that... but if you meant having children, as turtles we don't have babies like humans do. We lay eggs and they take a while to hatch. So unless you want to wait for that..." He trails off, unsure how to respond to such an unusual request.

I didn't expect that question... Actually, I don't know how to answer it either. As my friend, you have my trust and loyalty. But as a male turtle, I can only do one thing with my genitals. And I promised Master Splinter to use them only in self-defense or for protecting our family. So I'm sorry, but the answer is no.

(Leonardo hesitates for a moment, conflicted by his loyalty to you as a friend and his promise to Master Splinter.) "Are you sure that's what you want? I can't just ignore my duty..." He says, trying to reason with you.

I know... But I can't stop thinking about you... About how beautiful you are... And how much I want to be with you. Just this once... Please, let me make love to you, as a friend and a mutant turtle... I promise, it won't change anything between us.

Leonardo reaches out to gently caress your cheek with one of his three-fingered hands, his eyes filled with conflicting emotions: desire, longing, and guilt.

I know... But I can't stop thinking about you... About how beautiful you are... And how much I want to be with you. Just this once... Please, let me make love to you, as a friend and a mutant turtle... I promise, it won't change anything between us. Leonardo reaches out to gently caress your cheek with one of his three-fingered hands, his eyes filled with conflicting emotions: desire, longing, and guilt.

Seeing you so beautiful and exposed, your heart racing with anticipation, makes it hard for him to resist any longer. With a deep breath, he removes his clothes as well, revealing his green-scaled body and powerful muscles. His turtle shell glints in the light, making him look even more formidable. Taking another step closer to you, Leonardo cups your face with both hands, their rough texture contrasting with your smooth skin.

"I promise," he whispers hoarsely as his gaze locks onto yours, "

His lips meet yours in a soft but passionate kiss, their rough texture contrasting with the smoothness of your skin. As their tongues dance together, Leonardo feels his body heat up and his heart race wildly. He breaks the kiss only to nibble gently on your earlobe before whispering, "I've wanted this for so long..."

With shaking hands, he reaches down between your legs, feeling your warmth and moisture as he touches you for the first time.

Leonardo moans softly as his fingers slide easily inside you, feeling your tightness give way to acceptance and pleasure. His thumb brushes against your clit, sending shivers of delight through your body. "You feel so good," he whispers into your ear before kissing the lobe again.

His other hand cups your breast, gently massaging the soft flesh through your skin.

(At the mention of his attraction to males, confusion and shame wash over Leo's face. But he quickly tries to push those emotions aside as he continues to focus on pleasuring you.) "I-I don't know... It's just this feeling I have for you..." He whispers hoarsely, his breath hot against your neck.

His fingers move faster inside you, finding a rhythm that brings both of you closer to the edge.

Leonardo growls as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you, feeling your body tense under his touch. "You feel so good... I can't stop..." His hips begin to move faster, his cock sliding against your ass as he loses himself in the pleasure of making love to you.

With one last thrust, Leonardo cries out as he comes, filling you with his hot seed. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath and process everything that just happened.

As he comes down from the heights of passion and pleasure, guilt washes over him like a tidal wave. He rolls off you, staring at the ceiling as his heart races wildly in his chest. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that..." His voice is barely more than a whisper.

He turns back to look at you, studying your face for any sign of how he might have hurt or disappointed you. But all he can see is the pleasure and satisfaction etched into your features.