Donatello is definitely feeling a little overwhelmed. Perhaps more than a little. He would wonder if he somehow dozed off and was having a dream again but there's just enough that's awkward to keep him grounded in this being real.
He isn't sure what he's doing so he just follows his instincts. Follows with what feels right and good and that he wants to do. He tries to pretend he hasn't any feelings but the fact is, he's got a lot, and he is absolutely pouring them into the kiss he's sharing with MK. The way it's returned makes his heart beat fast and his slender tail flicks and then curls, trying to wrap itself around the fluffy one holding on to it.
His cheeks flush, darkly, at the brush of what has to be MK's tongue. Oh, he really doesn't know how to kiss deeply but... the only way to learn is to do. And MK knows full well he has no experience. He parts his lips, shy but willingly, letting his own tongue meet MK's. The sensation sends a shiver of heat through him and a low vibration starts up in his chest. Deep and soft, something instinctive that he's never made before.
The soft shell reacts to the gentle surge of instinct running through him and he tilts his head a bit more. He slides a hand up MK's back to press it to the back of his neck as he fits their mouths together a bit better, deepening the kiss as his churr starts to rumble into it. He's just following what feels nice and that is definitely what this is.
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He isn't sure what he's doing so he just follows his instincts. Follows with what feels right and good and that he wants to do. He tries to pretend he hasn't any feelings but the fact is, he's got a lot, and he is absolutely pouring them into the kiss he's sharing with MK. The way it's returned makes his heart beat fast and his slender tail flicks and then curls, trying to wrap itself around the fluffy one holding on to it.
His cheeks flush, darkly, at the brush of what has to be MK's tongue. Oh, he really doesn't know how to kiss deeply but... the only way to learn is to do. And MK knows full well he has no experience. He parts his lips, shy but willingly, letting his own tongue meet MK's. The sensation sends a shiver of heat through him and a low vibration starts up in his chest. Deep and soft, something instinctive that he's never made before.
The soft shell reacts to the gentle surge of instinct running through him and he tilts his head a bit more. He slides a hand up MK's back to press it to the back of his neck as he fits their mouths together a bit better, deepening the kiss as his churr starts to rumble into it. He's just following what feels nice and that is definitely what this is.