When MK's hands find his shell again, with more purpose this time, Dee shivers and lets his eyes close for just a second. He's not used to anyone touching it and he tries to cover it up as much as possible but with MK... he trusts him. Completely. He knows MK wouldn't hurt it or him.
This time, since MK is doing more than just featherlight touches, he'll be able to feel where the texture of it is different. There's tiny little patches of rougher texture, here and there, and then halfway down there's deeper patches of it. Long and dipping inwards, the ragged texture of scar tissue. Three lines of it, segmenting top from bottom almost neatly. When MK's fingers find those with that little bit more boldness this time, Donatello's breath hitches, harshly. There's a second where his kneejerk reaction is to pull away but there's also lips and teeth against his collarbones.
The shot of heat it sends through him pulls another chirp from him, something hungry and plaintive.
He fumbles for the door knob, finding it and pushing the door open quickly so they can get inside. His room is, unsurprisingly, decked out in purple but it's also got soft recessed lighting all through it. It casts the whole room in an invitingly gentle glow of violet, from the edges of the ceiling and from all around the headboard as well.
He isn't entirely sure what to do with his own hands until his mind points out that MK is in far too much clothing. He pets his hands down the monkey's neck, gently, and then tugs at the collar and front of it, a little awkward but the meaning is clear, too. He curses, softly, in Japanese and a shivery little moan follows.
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This time, since MK is doing more than just featherlight touches, he'll be able to feel where the texture of it is different. There's tiny little patches of rougher texture, here and there, and then halfway down there's deeper patches of it. Long and dipping inwards, the ragged texture of scar tissue. Three lines of it, segmenting top from bottom almost neatly. When MK's fingers find those with that little bit more boldness this time, Donatello's breath hitches, harshly. There's a second where his kneejerk reaction is to pull away but there's also lips and teeth against his collarbones.
The shot of heat it sends through him pulls another chirp from him, something hungry and plaintive.
He fumbles for the door knob, finding it and pushing the door open quickly so they can get inside. His room is, unsurprisingly, decked out in purple but it's also got soft recessed lighting all through it. It casts the whole room in an invitingly gentle glow of violet, from the edges of the ceiling and from all around the headboard as well.
He isn't entirely sure what to do with his own hands until his mind points out that MK is in far too much clothing. He pets his hands down the monkey's neck, gently, and then tugs at the collar and front of it, a little awkward but the meaning is clear, too. He curses, softly, in Japanese and a shivery little moan follows.
"Th-That feels amazing..!"