Dee watches every little reaction he's getting from MK as he lets his fingers sift through the thick fur at the base of the monkey's tail. Getting MK to arch like that for him? Pulling another chirp from the monkey but deeper? Sounding different and even needy? Oh, that's very nice. He's rapidly categorizing everything, his mind sorting and cataloging patterns so he can get these reactions again in the future.
When warm fingers start to trace down the lines of his plastron, Dee gives a shivery little exhale and his churr grows a bit louder. He's never had someone else do that to him! He trembles, his fingers digging into MK's tailbase a little harder for a second as he just enjoys the touch. The more MK explores like that, the lower he goes, the more Dee wants to squirm. As MK's fingers get very nearly to the bottom edge of his plastron, the line they're following changes and the soft shell finds he has to hold on to MK a bit firmly when the finger presses.
Right at the bottom, the line of Dee's plastron can separate but as MK's finger pushes and explores, it's obvious that the slit goes mostly back between his legs. His hips twitch forward slightly, pressing against MK's hand instinctively, to get him to follow the slit back further where his fingertip can part it properly.
"O-Oh fff--" he cuts himself off, burying his face against MK's shoulder and just holding on but not stopping MK from touching and exploring.
"Ah... I-I may... n-need to sit down if you w-want to keep d-doing that..!" he gasps, his legs already trembling as his knees want to weaken. No one else has ever touched him there and the heat it's sent ripping through him makes his whole form feel hot and sends a low ominous throb through his slit, too.
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When warm fingers start to trace down the lines of his plastron, Dee gives a shivery little exhale and his churr grows a bit louder. He's never had someone else do that to him! He trembles, his fingers digging into MK's tailbase a little harder for a second as he just enjoys the touch. The more MK explores like that, the lower he goes, the more Dee wants to squirm. As MK's fingers get very nearly to the bottom edge of his plastron, the line they're following changes and the soft shell finds he has to hold on to MK a bit firmly when the finger presses.
Right at the bottom, the line of Dee's plastron can separate but as MK's finger pushes and explores, it's obvious that the slit goes mostly back between his legs. His hips twitch forward slightly, pressing against MK's hand instinctively, to get him to follow the slit back further where his fingertip can part it properly.
"O-Oh fff--" he cuts himself off, burying his face against MK's shoulder and just holding on but not stopping MK from touching and exploring.
"Ah... I-I may... n-need to sit down if you w-want to keep d-doing that..!" he gasps, his legs already trembling as his knees want to weaken. No one else has ever touched him there and the heat it's sent ripping through him makes his whole form feel hot and sends a low ominous throb through his slit, too.