geniusbuilt | (no subject)

[MK waits. For once in his life he is patient. He knows it is a big ask. He knows Donnie can say no and he's respect it. He would. Who wants to kiss someone who is crying for their first time? But Dee doesn't say no. He says yes. MK waits still. His head up, his lips prepared, and then they touch. The kiss is soft and light. It's nervous and yet concerned. MK kisses back. His own pressing close just to feel. A clinging to Donnie as his lifeline.

This kiss is his lifeline. He still feels his tears running down his face but he wants this and he needs this. He wishes he could hug Donnie tighter but he doesn't want to risk hurting his shell. There is a sudden warmth that spreads through MK as he his form shifts. His monkey form emerges and his tail quickly reaches around to wrap around Donnie's. Just another hold, another point of contact for MK to desperately grab onto.]

[ This wasn't how Dee had daydreamed about getting his first kiss. Yes, he's thought about how he could go about giving it to MK. He's been off on more than one tangent about MK just giving it to him. All in various ways and forms. And in there, this definitely did not come up even once. But that's okay. He doesn't mind at all. It's still MK and that's all that matters. ]

[ He feels the shift in his arms and against his plastron. Mismatched eyes slip open, just slightly, and his heart gives another jump as he realizes MK is no longer human. He saw the pictures on the network. MK has talked about being successor to Sun Wukong. But this is the first that Dee has seen it first hand like this. ]

[ The first thing he thinks is how incredibly handsome a monkey MK is. ]

[ He slides his arms around MK a little differently as his eyes slip close again, running on concern and instinct and the swelling warmth in his chest. He presses into the kiss a little more, still unsure, still inexperienced, but wanting to give more. Tilts his head a bit so their mouths fit together in a way that feels pleasant. He doesn't know if it's 'right' but... it feels that way to him. So he follows that feeling. ]

[This isn't anything like how MK imagined it either. He wasn't sure if it would happen at all, but if it did, it would be on a date or during some weird game this place put them in. Not a kiss starting with sadness that starts to warm into something else. MK can't help but slide his fingers down gently until his arms wrap around Donnie's waist and pull him closer.

His mind shifts from Macaque. That's over and it hurts and he isn't going to not hurt for a while. But right now? He is kissing someone he cares for a lot. Someone who is smart, funny, and fun. Someone who he can slide into a dance with so easily and they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. MK tilts his head to help fit their mouths together more easily. The kiss warms and MK feels more bold. He breaks the kiss, just enough to whisper against Donnie's lips.]

I really like you, you know. I like you a lot, Dee.

[ The slide of MK's fingers down his shell sends a sharp tingle straight down Donatello's spine and his own hands grab at the monkey's jacket in reflex. The shiver ripples through him and he makes a soft sound into the kiss, something that's startled and a little high but not distressed. Not pained. His heartbeat leaps and he can feel the heat burning in his cheeks even as it seems to pass all through him. No one has ever done that before! It was... was... ]

[ He gasps, softly, feeling breathless and warm when MK pulls back, his eyes staying closed for a moment as he tries to pull his thoughts back together. He feels scattered, in a heated and pleasant way. Mismatched eyes slide partly open, watching those dark ones and when MK speaks, his heart gives a sharp stutter of excitement. Oh... oh!! ]

Oh sweet banana pancakes... [ A heated little whisper and he holds to MK a little more firmly, like he wants no space at all between them, suddenly. ]

Ditto. By Copernicus' great whiskers, so much ditto. I thought it was just me but, dear Hawking, I like you a lot right back.

[ Heterochromia is bright and intent and, for a second, Dee just lets himself look at those eyes, so close and so dark. Still hurting, he knows, but maybe... maybe he can help that, too. So he leans in again. Closes the tiny distance between them to press MK into a kiss again. It's inexperienced but it's earnest and honest, letting the deep crush he's had on MK for a while now show completely, not trying to hide it in the slightest. ]

[The sound that comes from Donnie is adorable. The way MK feels the noise more than hears it just before the kiss breaks. Then he admits his feelings and he watches Donnie's eyes stare and for a moment, he worries. Worries he read things wrong. Only for a moment. Less than a moment, really. A second. Then the grip tightens and MK presses close. Flush to shell and legs as he stares back. His dark eyes start to clear a little. The hurt still there, yes. But also a light of hope.

Hope that this will soothe the ache. His heart beats faster hearing Donnie admit he likes him back. His eyes widen now. It wasn't just nerves. It's feelings. Donnie feels the same. Another kiss keeps any words from being found. MK returns it, pouring his feelings right back in. His kiss is a little more experienced but not much. It's warm and full of feelings. Maybe even a little needy. He brushes his tongue across Donnie's lips, seeing if he wants to take the kiss even further.]

Donatello is definitely feeling a little overwhelmed. Perhaps more than a little. He would wonder if he somehow dozed off and was having a dream again but there's just enough that's awkward to keep him grounded in this being real.

He isn't sure what he's doing so he just follows his instincts. Follows with what feels right and good and that he wants to do. He tries to pretend he hasn't any feelings but the fact is, he's got a lot, and he is absolutely pouring them into the kiss he's sharing with MK. The way it's returned makes his heart beat fast and his slender tail flicks and then curls, trying to wrap itself around the fluffy one holding on to it.

His cheeks flush, darkly, at the brush of what has to be MK's tongue. Oh, he really doesn't know how to kiss deeply but... the only way to learn is to do. And MK knows full well he has no experience. He parts his lips, shy but willingly, letting his own tongue meet MK's. The sensation sends a shiver of heat through him and a low vibration starts up in his chest. Deep and soft, something instinctive that he's never made before.

The soft shell reacts to the gentle surge of instinct running through him and he tilts his head a bit more. He slides a hand up MK's back to press it to the back of his neck as he fits their mouths together a bit better, deepening the kiss as his churr starts to rumble into it. He's just following what feels nice and that is definitely what this is.

MK might apologize for springing all of his on Dee later. He knows this is all big and really fast. He feels it but right now it feels good. It feels good to kiss the turtle, to feel their tongues touch, to feel and hear that churr from his chest. A noise that resonates and draws out a monkey like purr from inside MK. The kissing continues and MK lets Donnie take the lead. His tongue brushes with and swirls with Donnie's before slowly sliding back into his own mouth. Donnie has full entry to control it and fumble and explore to his heart's content.

Though MK's tail wraps a little more tightly with Dee's short turtle tail as they do their best to hook around one another. MK's fingers start to slide up and down the soft shell. Fingertips barely brushing as he just explores the surface of it for the first time. He can't see it but he wants to know how it feels top to bottom, left to right and back, and around the edges he can touch with soft fur and rough battle worn hands.

Feeling that warm rumble of sound through his chest and the kiss both makes Dee feel warm. The one that he's making is new and foreign to himself, something he hasn't done before, but having it matched by MK just makes it feel... right, somehow. Especially when their tongues tangle together like that.

His first taste of MK makes Dee realize just how much he'd been wanting to do just that. So when that warm tongue pulls back, almost like an invitation, Dee accepts it willingly. Slow and careful, but earnest, wanting to taste and learn the monkey now that he's started. Chasing after MK's tongue and tangling with it again but also just exploring. The little points of fang catch his attention and he brushes against one of them, gently, just enjoying the shape of them.

The hands, though. The touch is gentle and careful against the smooth, leathery surface of his shell and Dee's eyes snap open at the feel of fur and warm callouses running against the sensitive slope of it. The sound he makes into the kiss is involuntary but, more than that, it's hot.

He pulls back from the kiss in a gasp, not pained, just startled by the deep flash of heat that rushes through him. His tail curls against MK's reflexively, and he grabs at the monkey's jacket and neck again as he gives this shivering and unsteady but very LOUD chirp. His face flushes, furiously, and he brings the hand at MK's neck around to slam it over his mouth. Mismatched eyes are wide as he stares down at those dark eyes, looking shocked that he just did that..!!

Feeling that warm tongue in his mouth, circling his own and touching his fangs. The warm rumbling between them and the heat MK can feel from Donnie and building in himself. Some part of him wonders again if this is right or healthy. It feels right. The way they press and form against one another. The way the leathery shell feels under his fingers, and then that sound. That loud chirp that clearly embarrasses his friend and yet for MK it draws something up out of him.

A responsive accepting chirp. A different sound than the turtle chirp but one all the same. A natural little noises signaling that MK likes that chirp. Maybe it doesn't fully translate but he has an idea of what will. He leans in and kisses the back of Donnie's hand before one of his hands slides gently to touch that wrist and pull the hand away from Donnie's mouth.

"Don't hide. Anything. Any of it. And I won't hide anything from you," MK whispers. His eyes look to the couch, then slide to Donnie's bedroom door, before meeting mismatched eyes again.

"...Do you...want to do more? With me?" he asks because he wants to. By the Great Sage, MK wants to do something more with Donnie.

Donnie isn't remotely expecting the sound he makes. He's never made one quite like that before. He chirped a few times as a tot at his brothers, when they were still learning to talk, but that was different. This is heated and wanting. It's an invitation.

One that MK echoes back at him.

Mismatched eyes blink, brows lifted, startled all over again when the monkey chirps back. Different but matching. Dee's mind scrambles to put the pieces together so he can figure out what it means but he doesn't have to try long at all. MK speaks as he gently gets him to lower his hand and Dee watches those dark eyes before they flicker away. He doesn't have to follow them to know where MK was looking.

That chirp was an acceptance.

Something in Donatello almost surges at it, something deep and instinctive and hot. Heterochromia focuses on MK's face, sharply, definitely intently and the soft shell's heart is absolutely racing as the roll of heat ripples through him. He gives a shaking little exhale that turns into a deep and rumbling sound, something like a chitter and something like a purr but something that's all heat.

He doesn't answer with words. He has a million of those, in several different languages, but here and now in this moment with those new instincts pulling at him and making the heat in his chest and tummy burn... he doesn't want any of them. Instead, he brings the hand MK pulled from his mouth over even as the other comes around so he can curl them against the monkey's cheeks and hold. His mismatched eyes are bright and open and warm as he leans in, his thumbs brushing against MK's cheekbones lightly before he catches him in another kiss.

It's slow and soft but it's passionate. Inexperienced but eager and very much honest. He curls over MK slightly as he does, his eyes watching from beneath heavy lashes for another second before they slide closed and his churr rises. It's a yes. It's an 'oh please yes'. He's been thinking about getting to give MK his first time and now, after that beautiful little sound from the monkey, he wants to give it to him even more.

He pulls back after a long moment, gasping softly but he doesn't put any space between them. It's just enough to where he can inhale and then whisper against MK's lips, softly.

"I liked your hands on my shell. Do it again? Please?"

It's instinctual. This noise and confirmation back. The look in both their eyes as something primal inside them knows what the noises mean. An approval of what they are doing now. They kiss again and it's passionate. Dee is inexperienced, sure, but MK really isn't much better off. Lips part, tongues meet, and their mouths move to fit as close as possible. His hands stay on Dee's shoulders until the kiss breaks with a soft gasp and a couple gulps of air. Hands on his shell?

MK doesn't need to be told twice. His fingers slide down over the shell again, as his tail, still wrapped around Donnie's, slides up to brush soft fur against the base of said shell too. He watches Donnie's eyes as he takes a few steps, trying to take the lead as Dee did at the ball. He moves them toward the bedroom door as he keeps teasing. He presses his lips where skin and shell meet along Donnie's collarbone and nips just a little at the flesh there.

"I can do that for you~" he whispers with a hidden promise that he'll do much more too, if Dee wants him to.

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.

"Th-That feels amazing..!"

The shift in textures and those changes and dips in the shell pique MK's curiosity. Why does his shell feel like this? Is it part of those patterns he's seen on them? Fingers keep touching and sliding, up over the edges and along the changing textures and scars. He licks his lips as another chirp sounds from Dee. That hungry and plaintive noise. Another comes out of MK. Hungry and excited.

He feels the hands on his collar and does pull back just a little. Enough so his jacket and slide off his shoulders. Which gives Dee a reprieve from the touches to his shell. Jacket off, MK pulls off his shirt next, showing off muscles and fur. He even takes off the headband, letting his hair fall down.

"We'll feel more amazing if we keep going," MK says softly. Both of them are bathed in this purple light. MK's arms wrap around Donnie again, this time sliding up the shell and to the nape of the turtle's neck. Then up further to gently start to untie the purple mask, if Dee lets him.

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."

The freckles take all of MK's attention for a moment. The way they spread under those mismatched eyes and across his nose. MK can't help but bring a finger up to run across them, right to left. Just feeling the face and freckles hidden under the mask. A thrill building in his chest that he gets to see this. Something hidden and personal. He leans into the touch to his hair, dark eyes shifting to meet mismatched ones.

He smiles at the amazing comment. He whispers back, "it really is," a soft gentle confirmation. He bites his bottom lip as the confession comes out and MK feels his chest swell. It almost hurts as he leans in to gently brush lips with Dee again. He whispers against those soft lips.

"I kinda want to be your first," he admits. He looks from Dee to the bed and back. "So...big question. For your first time. Do you...want me inside or do you want to be inside me?"

Dee closes his eyes when MK touches his face, knowing that he's tracing the markings spread across it. It makes him blush and also give a soft giggle, his smile crooked on one side. He looks a little sheepish when he opens his eyes again but it's just soft, like he's glad that MK likes them. Which he very much is! He doesn't tend to show them off.

MK's hair is so soft under his fingers and when the monkey leans into his touch it makes his heart give this little twirling jump. He likes how that feels, likes that he's getting to see all of this side of the monkey. It makes the whole thing feel special and warm, just like he's always hoped.

The question has him pausing because... oh. Right. This all means. He blinks a couple of times and then looks a little awkward. A little nervous. Not like he's changing his mind, it's not fearful, it looks shy all over again.

"Oh, uhm, actually, there is something you should realize." he says, softly, letting his hand slip down to curl against the side of MK's neck, "I am humanoid but I am still also mostly turtle. I may not be built like you are expecting? Both in shape and, ah, size... I swear it isn't bragging but you may change your mind on... attempting to take me just yet."

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.

Being here this way with MK feels very much like how he's daydreamed about it. It didn't start that way, as MK was so upset when he arrived, and Donatello intends to ask him about that later, but the softness and closeness between them? That's what he had thought about and he is so enjoying the way it feels. All it's little surprises included.

His cheeks flush, eyes crossing briefly, when MK boops his nose but he finds himself smiling, just as crooked and huffing out a soft laugh. That helps the little bit of nerves he had slide away and he nods. He bites his lip for a second, sifting his fingers through the soft fur along the curve of MK's neck and shoulder, as he watches those gorgeous dark eyes.

"It's gone both ways, to be perfectly honest." he says, quiet and a little sheepish, "I've entertained... many different variations of how I would like it to go. However, since I'm completely lacking in experience and you have at least some, now, I think I would like if you took the lead and topped? I think I will have a better time doing that after I have more direct data on how it all will work."

It's not self depreciating, it's just honest. Donatello is far out of his element and while he is a genius this is one place where science takes a back seat to affection. Which he's still very unsure of. He wants to try! But he needs some better idea of how to begin.

MK loves that blush on his cheeks. He really does. Their crooked smiles feel like they match right now. He rests his chin on Donnie's shoulder as he listens, pulling the turtle into a soft hug. His fingers gently sliding across his shell again as he wraps his arms around him.

"We'll try the other ways then too. All the stuff you imagined. I can do that. Do you still got the lube I left here?" Because of source MK left the lube behind that he brought for the trio meeting. He smiles as he nuzzles Dee's shoulder.

"I'll make sure it feels good. I promise."

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.

MK smiles. Good, the lube is here. His own cheeks are flushed as he keeps tracing soft patterns on the shell. His fingers slide up them to rest on Donnie's shoulders and wraps around them. He kisses back with a happy purr from his chest. The kiss is slow, tongues dancing, MK's own passion coming into the kiss. He feels the hand sliding over his sides and it feels good. So very good.

Then they touch the base of his tail. MK's eyes widen as he pulls back with a gasping chirp. That part of him is sensitive. His legs shake and he is glad his arms are wrapped around Donnie right now. He clings tighter and whimpers against the turtle's lips.

"D-Do that again~"

When MK pulls back and chirps like that in reaction to Dee's touch, mismatched eyes focus on him with a particular sharpness that shows just how much it catches his attention. He can feel the tremour that passes through the monkey and he watches, intently, when MK whimpers at him.

He curls his fingers more, letting the tips of them press into the slightly thicker fur at the base of MK's tail. He watches every reaction he gets as he does, studying them and cataloguing them furiously so he can start learning exactly what things get MK to make the best sounds for him. He smiles, something soft and also playful, a curl of warm mischief in his eyes as he watches the dark ones.

"I like it when you chirp like that." he murmurs, softly, letting his fingertips just brush against MK's tailbase before they dig in more. Pushing into the thick fur to drag down through it, just a bit. Only an inch of distance at most but it's enough that when he moves them back, it scriffles slowly through the fur, moving backwards against it's natural grain so his fingertips can get down to the skin beneath. All gentle and slow~

MK feels the focus in those eyes as much as he sees it. There is something to it that MK likes more than maybe he should. Images of future times enters his mind and MK realizes he's already looking forward to more. His heart races as the little quick fantasies of that look on him as Donnie somehow pins him down. The idea of giving Dee that control as those beautiful eyes stare at him like that.

The fingers place more with the base and he chirps again, this one lower and needy. His body arches into the turtle as that sweet spot is played with and Donnie smiles in full knowledge he's found a spot he can use now and later.

"You make it hard not to keep chirping," MK murmurs back. He pants as the fingers play through soft thick fur and presses into sensitive skin underneath. MK needs to find some way to turn the tables. One hand moves to the front of Dee's shell and slides down it. Seeing any spot and just feeling the lines and hardness of the plastron. That is until his finger finds a spot that feels different. It rubs against the slit now, curiosity getting the better of him as he tries to slip the tip of his finger inside it.

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.

The shivers and trembling is mutual right now. The churr continues to draw out a need inside MK. Then the fingers are digging in harder into his fur and he chirps but it slide in a soft moan easily. He pants as his finger presses inside that hot slit and Dee leans on him. MK braces his legs to make sure he can hold Dee up before he nods. He slowly pulls the finger out. Better slow down but his eyes shift to the bed.

"Hey. Lay back on the bed. We can go nice and slow. I wanna...look at this," MK admits, his finger brushing over the cloaca again. He's curious what it looks like. And a little thought wonders what it would taste like too.

Dee exhales in a shaky low moan, something that matches the one MK just made, his body feeling very warm and his face flushed hot. The finger sliding free of his cloaca pulls another new sound from him. Another chirp but this time it's a sound that's pleading. Like he wanted more of that touch and is trying to get it to continue.

He nods, though, against MK's shoulder before he straightens up. Mismatched eyes are hungry when they meet those dark ones. For a second he just watches before the impulse wins out and he brings his hands up to MK's cheeks and then leans in to catch him in a kiss again. It's passionate and wanting, still a little awkward because he's so new to this, but it's earnest. He churrs into it, warmly, exploring MK's mouth boldly for a moment or two before he pulls back with a soft gasp.

"... I could get very used to kissing you." he murmurs, quietly, before he also gives MK's tailbase another last little scritch of his fingers. He sits up onto the bed, tugging on one of MK's arms so the monkey will stay close, not wanting too much space between them now. He slides to where he can lean back, his shoulders and head propped against the myriad of pillows strewn across the bed. He's blushing, hotly, and he can't help but have his knees drawn together, a little shy and awkward.

He lets his eyes wander over MK's form as he does, though. Getting to see him in this form, all soft fur over toned muscle makes Dee want to touch every single inch of him. Some inches in particular, too, as his gaze has slid down to MK's hips and then flickers back up again and his cheeks flush dark all over again.