The slide of those warm hands and gentle fingers along his shell pull a shiver from Donatello all too easily. He exhales, shaky and soft, the sound wrapped through with his pleased churr. Ohhhh, he could so get used to feeling that, he thinks.

"Ah, yes, I do. I put everything you left here in one of the night stand drawers." he says, quietly, his face flushing. Yes, he did it in the hopes of something very much like this happening. It pulls the soft laugh from him, something shy but warm.

"Oh, trust me, you already are." It's a warm little murmur, mismatched eyes bright and excited, if still a bit nervous. He curls his hand against the back of MK's neck as he leans in, catching the monkey in a kiss again. Slow and passionate, just wanting to taste him and feel him again. He lets his other hand slip along MK's side at the same time, brushing through that warm fur and just enjoying the feel of it.

Now that this is happening, the genius finds he just wants to... touch. To explore. To learn. Not just how to do these things but all of MK. So he lets his hand wander, back and around MK's waist until he's able to brush his fingertips against the fluff of that long tail, right near the base.