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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.

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