The softness between them means so much to MK right now. The soft touches, the giggles, the chirps, and especially the looks. The fingers through his hair and down to his fur, the way he can lean into Donnie's hand and just see those mismatched eyes light up. This moment feels so light compared to how it felt when he first arrived. Right now, he wants to just follow this feeling to wherever it goes. However far it goes.

MK's smile turns into a bit of a lopsided smirk of his own. He reaches up and gently boops Donnie's nose.

"I want to know how you imagined this. How did it go? And if it's you in me and you're as big and turtle-shaped as you say, trust me. We can make it work. I know we can," MK's voice is light and there is almost a laugh in there. If Donnie is somehow hung as fuck, MK already has a plan formulating in his mind. Especially if Dee does want to try and be the one on top.