Feeling that warm tongue in his mouth, circling his own and touching his fangs. The warm rumbling between them and the heat MK can feel from Donnie and building in himself. Some part of him wonders again if this is right or healthy. It feels right. The way they press and form against one another. The way the leathery shell feels under his fingers, and then that sound. That loud chirp that clearly embarrasses his friend and yet for MK it draws something up out of him.

A responsive accepting chirp. A different sound than the turtle chirp but one all the same. A natural little noises signaling that MK likes that chirp. Maybe it doesn't fully translate but he has an idea of what will. He leans in and kisses the back of Donnie's hand before one of his hands slides gently to touch that wrist and pull the hand away from Donnie's mouth.

"Don't hide. Anything. Any of it. And I won't hide anything from you," MK whispers. His eyes look to the couch, then slide to Donnie's bedroom door, before meeting mismatched eyes again.

"...Do you...want to do more? With me?" he asks because he wants to. By the Great Sage, MK wants to do something more with Donnie.