no no no no… scrambling along the dirt like a wounded animal, one hand finally landed upon the glasses which had been tossed aside earlier. he snatched them greedily, hugging them close, just as the feral turtle snatched his legs. donatello let out a strained yelp, being dragged towards the other. it was evident by the way the other moved his hands about donatello, that he was trying to calm him and pursued him at the same time. the pats to his cheeks had the genius wincing slightly, more so because he couldn’t see those hands.
another sniff; evidently the feral mutant liked what he smelled, because whatever don was emitting, it made the turtle continue his actions. down his neck those hands went, skimming over his shoulders, and down to his sides. there was tugging at his pants, before don felt the buttons snap off; then an intruding hand dipping beneath his pants, eagerly groping for his tail. donatello did his best to keep the other from finding it, but failed. and as soon as those rough fingers curled around it, the feral turtle earned a reluctant moan from don.
hands moved out blindly, gripping around the other turtle’s biceps, nails digging against the skin. “a-april…” he mumbled, before trying to speak louder. with the grip on his tail sending weakening shudders through his body, the genius did what he could to make his voice louder, praying april could hear his cries.