[ The slide of MK's fingers down his shell sends a sharp tingle straight down Donatello's spine and his own hands grab at the monkey's jacket in reflex. The shiver ripples through him and he makes a soft sound into the kiss, something that's startled and a little high but not distressed. Not pained. His heartbeat leaps and he can feel the heat burning in his cheeks even as it seems to pass all through him. No one has ever done that before! It was... was... ]

[ He gasps, softly, feeling breathless and warm when MK pulls back, his eyes staying closed for a moment as he tries to pull his thoughts back together. He feels scattered, in a heated and pleasant way. Mismatched eyes slide partly open, watching those dark ones and when MK speaks, his heart gives a sharp stutter of excitement. Oh... oh!! ]

Oh sweet banana pancakes... [ A heated little whisper and he holds to MK a little more firmly, like he wants no space at all between them, suddenly. ]

Ditto. By Copernicus' great whiskers, so much ditto. I thought it was just me but, dear Hawking, I like you a lot right back.

[ Heterochromia is bright and intent and, for a second, Dee just lets himself look at those eyes, so close and so dark. Still hurting, he knows, but maybe... maybe he can help that, too. So he leans in again. Closes the tiny distance between them to press MK into a kiss again. It's inexperienced but it's earnest and honest, letting the deep crush he's had on MK for a while now show completely, not trying to hide it in the slightest. ]