Donnie isn't remotely expecting the sound he makes. He's never made one quite like that before. He chirped a few times as a tot at his brothers, when they were still learning to talk, but that was different. This is heated and wanting. It's an invitation.
One that MK echoes back at him.
Mismatched eyes blink, brows lifted, startled all over again when the monkey chirps back. Different but matching. Dee's mind scrambles to put the pieces together so he can figure out what it means but he doesn't have to try long at all. MK speaks as he gently gets him to lower his hand and Dee watches those dark eyes before they flicker away. He doesn't have to follow them to know where MK was looking.
That chirp was an acceptance.
Something in Donatello almost surges at it, something deep and instinctive and hot. Heterochromia focuses on MK's face, sharply, definitely intently and the soft shell's heart is absolutely racing as the roll of heat ripples through him. He gives a shaking little exhale that turns into a deep and rumbling sound, something like a chitter and something like a purr but something that's all heat.
He doesn't answer with words. He has a million of those, in several different languages, but here and now in this moment with those new instincts pulling at him and making the heat in his chest and tummy burn... he doesn't want any of them. Instead, he brings the hand MK pulled from his mouth over even as the other comes around so he can curl them against the monkey's cheeks and hold. His mismatched eyes are bright and open and warm as he leans in, his thumbs brushing against MK's cheekbones lightly before he catches him in another kiss.
It's slow and soft but it's passionate. Inexperienced but eager and very much honest. He curls over MK slightly as he does, his eyes watching from beneath heavy lashes for another second before they slide closed and his churr rises. It's a yes. It's an 'oh please yes'. He's been thinking about getting to give MK his first time and now, after that beautiful little sound from the monkey, he wants to give it to him even more.
He pulls back after a long moment, gasping softly but he doesn't put any space between them. It's just enough to where he can inhale and then whisper against MK's lips, softly.
"I liked your hands on my shell. Do it again? Please?"
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One that MK echoes back at him.
Mismatched eyes blink, brows lifted, startled all over again when the monkey chirps back. Different but matching. Dee's mind scrambles to put the pieces together so he can figure out what it means but he doesn't have to try long at all. MK speaks as he gently gets him to lower his hand and Dee watches those dark eyes before they flicker away. He doesn't have to follow them to know where MK was looking.
That chirp was an acceptance.
Something in Donatello almost surges at it, something deep and instinctive and hot. Heterochromia focuses on MK's face, sharply, definitely intently and the soft shell's heart is absolutely racing as the roll of heat ripples through him. He gives a shaking little exhale that turns into a deep and rumbling sound, something like a chitter and something like a purr but something that's all heat.
He doesn't answer with words. He has a million of those, in several different languages, but here and now in this moment with those new instincts pulling at him and making the heat in his chest and tummy burn... he doesn't want any of them. Instead, he brings the hand MK pulled from his mouth over even as the other comes around so he can curl them against the monkey's cheeks and hold. His mismatched eyes are bright and open and warm as he leans in, his thumbs brushing against MK's cheekbones lightly before he catches him in another kiss.
It's slow and soft but it's passionate. Inexperienced but eager and very much honest. He curls over MK slightly as he does, his eyes watching from beneath heavy lashes for another second before they slide closed and his churr rises. It's a yes. It's an 'oh please yes'. He's been thinking about getting to give MK his first time and now, after that beautiful little sound from the monkey, he wants to give it to him even more.
He pulls back after a long moment, gasping softly but he doesn't put any space between them. It's just enough to where he can inhale and then whisper against MK's lips, softly.
"I liked your hands on my shell. Do it again? Please?"