Having MK echo the chirp he made just makes the heat in Donatello curl higher still. It pulls at something deep inside him that he's never really run into before and that he finds he likes the feeling of. It's only enhanced by the hands on his shell, something he thought he could never enjoy and that he is very much enjoying in this moment thank you very much.
There's a flicker of disappointment when those hands move but it doesn't last long, either. His face flushes, hotly, all over again, when MK's jacket and shirt hit the floor but when the monkey takes the headband off, too? Loosening his hair like that? Dee finds himself blinking and his heart giving a wild little twirl in his chest. That feels so... intimate. To see MK that way. Mismatched eyes take in how soft that makes MK look, his lips pulling up into a fond little smile.
When there's fingers at the tie at the back of his own bandanna, his heart gives another lurch, this one a bit more nervous, but he doesn't stop MK, either. He holds obediently still while it's undone, letting his eyes slip closed as the purple fabric comes loose and gets pulled away. He stays like that for a second before mismatched eyes slide partly open. Underneath the mask it seems Donatello has freckles. Small and squarish, scattered across his cheekbones and the top of his snout between his eyes, all the same purple colour as the markings on his shoulders and thighs. It's clear that the style of his mask is shaped the way it is to hide them from view. Even the broad and bold eyebrows are part of the mask, leaving the soft shell looking very different this way.
"... it's already very amazing." he says, his voice soft and a little nervous. He reaches up to brush his fingers gently through some of MK's hair, wanting to feel the softness of it, especially now that it isn't being held up that way. His smile pulls more, crooked and pleased, if still kind of shy.
"... I have a confession to make." he murmurs, quietly, glancing away as he does, "I've been... hoping for a while now that you could be... my first."
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There's a flicker of disappointment when those hands move but it doesn't last long, either. His face flushes, hotly, all over again, when MK's jacket and shirt hit the floor but when the monkey takes the headband off, too? Loosening his hair like that? Dee finds himself blinking and his heart giving a wild little twirl in his chest. That feels so... intimate. To see MK that way. Mismatched eyes take in how soft that makes MK look, his lips pulling up into a fond little smile.
When there's fingers at the tie at the back of his own bandanna, his heart gives another lurch, this one a bit more nervous, but he doesn't stop MK, either. He holds obediently still while it's undone, letting his eyes slip closed as the purple fabric comes loose and gets pulled away. He stays like that for a second before mismatched eyes slide partly open. Underneath the mask it seems Donatello has freckles. Small and squarish, scattered across his cheekbones and the top of his snout between his eyes, all the same purple colour as the markings on his shoulders and thighs. It's clear that the style of his mask is shaped the way it is to hide them from view. Even the broad and bold eyebrows are part of the mask, leaving the soft shell looking very different this way.
"... it's already very amazing." he says, his voice soft and a little nervous. He reaches up to brush his fingers gently through some of MK's hair, wanting to feel the softness of it, especially now that it isn't being held up that way. His smile pulls more, crooked and pleased, if still kind of shy.
"... I have a confession to make." he murmurs, quietly, glancing away as he does, "I've been... hoping for a while now that you could be... my first."